The night had passed. Stephanie lie alone, wide eyed and terrified. Her face was still damp from the tears that fell. Her eyes, being accustomed to the darkness, couldn't adjust to the sunlight. Every time she attempted to close them, his eyes greeted her in her torment. Stephanie considered waking up Brock since the silence was deafening. She decided against it though, he would just want to talk about what happened. She was afraid that if she spoke the words aloud, the act would be true and her fears would be confirmed. She was sore from the 'incident'. Her entire body ached. She used to think that the world was perfect. She would imagine what her first time would be like. It would hurt, but she would make love, not sex. That thought of sex penetrated her mind like a spear. The rapid pain shot through her brain in the form of an image. She would never be pure and no one would ever want her.

After about two hours of self-loathing, Stephanie watched as Brock got up off the floor and headed for the bathroom. He was a big man. If anything, she should be afraid of him; she wasn't. He had been so nice to her; she owed him an explanation. She sat up with her back to the headboard and waited for Brock to come out of the bathroom.

"Um...hey. I didn't know you were awake. Do you um… need anything Stephanie?"

"I need to talk to you."

"All right."

"Last night, I-I was attacked. I had to walk back to the hotel because this jackass took my cab. Anyway, I was walking down this narrow street and someone grabbed me and he –he took advantage. I tried to fight, but he tied my hands. And then he—"

"Shouldn't you tell Hunter first, I mean he is your boyfriend."

"I'm not going to tell Hunter. Can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah, I don't really speak to that many people."

"You won't tell anybody?"

"I won't tell anyone. This is between me and you."

"I, I never had sex before." She pauses. "I don't know what to do. What if Hunter finds out, he won't want to make love to me. What if the man comes back and he does it again. What if he gave me a disease and I am about to die. What if…"

"Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. If Hunter really loves you, you can overcome this. And if he dosen't, to hell with him. You can get through this. And everything will be fine."

"I hate losing control. I'M STEPHANIE MCMAHON DAMMIT! These things don't happen to me."

The tears began to fall. Brock was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. He embraced her in his large arms and rocked her to sleep. He tried several times to move away, but she wouldn't let him. After a last try, Brock too fell to sleep.

2 hours later…

Stephanie woke up and snuggled further back into her safety blanket. She then remembered that she didn't have one and quickly jumped to her feet. She quickly regretted that. Her muscles slowly relaxed and Brock turned in his sleep. Stephanie walked over to the phone and dialed Hunter's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie it's me."

"Where have you been, I've been worried sick."

"I caught a ride to another hotel. I forgot to call you because I was too tired." Stephanie lied through her teeth.

"I'm sorry last I should have listened to you Steph. Our flight leaves in two hours. Do you need a ride?"

"No! I am just going to call a cab and meet you there. Okay. Bye sweet heart."

"Alright babe."

30 minutes later…

After Stephanie took another grueling shower, Brock waited for her in the lobby. They drove to the airport in silence. The last words spoken were from Brock:

"You can talk to me anytime Stephanie, I'm here for you."

End of part3

A/N: Sorry about the delay, just focusing on my site. Please reply I need comments. Sorry about the change of font. Part four should be here by this Friday (22nd)—Thanx

Jessikah