WARNING: Okay, there's rape in this chapter. If you don't wanna read it, then don't read it. It shouldn't be a problem for anyone, cause I wouldn't write anything I couldn't handle reading… I just had to put it in just in case.
PART 34
"Oh my God… Steph, are you okay?" Britney asked frantically, feeling the tears fill her eyes. Wiping her eyes, Stephanie shook her head.
"I… I don't know. Physically, I-I think so, but…"
"Well when did this happen? How did you get all the way to Canada?" she asked. Britney supposed if it had happened tonight Stephanie could have hopped a redeye to Toronto, but still, it would take awhile. Even though the flight to Toronto from Connecticut wasn't that long, she might have had to wait for a flight and then once she got to the city, she'd still have to find a way to Orangeville.
"It was t-tonight. I was already in Canada… I was already in Orangeville. Jay… he gave me the keys to parents' house cause they were away for the weekend or something. He… he said it would be nice for me… to have the weekend to myself. I… I guess he was wrong," she explained. Adam and Britney exchanged glances, and they both sighed. Adam opened his mouth to speak, but Britney put a finger to his lips. He took it as a signal to let her do the talking.
"So… what happened?" she asked. She frowned when Stephanie sent her a lost, helpless look. "Come on Steph, talk to me. I know it's hard, trust me, I do… but I always went to you, didn't I? You know you can tell Adam and me anything… so just tell us what happened." Sighing as she took a deep breath, the brunette recounted her tale.
JAY'S PARENTS' HOUSEStephanie laid down in the bed at the house Jay grew up in. After a nice long bubble bath, the Billion Dollar Princess was very relaxed and comfortable. Jay was right… coming here WAS a good idea. I don't think I've ever felt quite so relaxed in the longest time. Suddenly, she heard a noise, like something being shattered or smashed. She jumped, startled at the loud noise.
"It's probably some kid throwing a bottle or something," she told herself.
When she heard the backdoor of the house opening, she panicked. Holy shit… someone's in here! Stephanie's mind raced for a minute, but then she tried to calm herself down. It's probably just Jay… maybe his appearances were cancelled. Yeah, that's it… he forgot his key, so he smashed the window. The brunette knew her explanation was illogical… if Jay really was coming to the house, he would have knocked or at least called to say he was on his way. Still, she kept telling herself that in order to stay calm. It's just Jay, it's just Jay… or maybe it's no one. Maybe I'm hallucinating or something.
Very cautiously, she rose from the bed, going out into the hallway. She went into the room Jay shared with his brother Josh as a kid, knowing that his parents had kept it the same for sentimental reasons. She found a baseball bat under one of the beds and grabbed it. Gripping it protectively in front of her, Stephanie slowly crept down the stairs. When she reached the foot of the steps she paused, listening closely for any signs of movement. The house was dead silent… the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Maybe this whole thing was in my head. She crept out a little further, looking down the other flight of steps at the backdoor. There was no broken glass or anything near it. She waited a few moments, still not feeling totally safe. After awhile, she gave up, turning around and climbing back up the stairs.
She laid back in the bed, trying to fall asleep. She knew it would be awhile before she would ever get to sleep, so she decided to go downstairs and fix a midnight snack. Sighing, she stood and headed towards the kitchen, grabbing the baseball bat on her way out of the bedroom… just in case. After rummaging through the kitchen for a few minutes, Stephanie just grabbed a bag of Doritos. She normally tried to stay away from that stuff, but she was distraught, so she figured what the hell. She headed back up the steps and into the bedroom. After she laid back down, she turned to the nightstand next to the bed to find the remote so she could flip on the TV. Just as she was about to press the power button, a voice caused her to freeze.
"Hey Steph."
Stephanie lost her breath at the sound of the raspy voice… someone was sitting next to her in the bed! "W-who's there?" she asked, though by the sound of the voice she was almost positive she knew who it was. If she wasn't shaking so damn much she would have made a run for it. And damn it, she had left the baseball bat in the kitchen! Suddenly, the light switched on and Stephanie gasped.
"Don't look so shocked to see me honey," Paul Levesque said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"P-Paul… how the hell did you get here?" she asked. Paul smiled as he detected the quiver of fear in her voice.
"Come on baby, you know me. I have ways of getting whatever I want," he said, grinning evilly. The cocky, arrogant smirk that was ever-present on his face didn't cease to exist now.
"Well w-what… what do you want?" Stephanie asked fearfully. She prayed that he didn't want to physically harm her, or worse… that he was concealing a weapon of some sort. He was the kind of guy who would do that.
Laughing, Paul answered, "I think you know what I want." Then, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers. She tried to scream, but he silenced her by forcing his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her onto her back. Straddling her, he grabbed her hands and held them in place above her head. As soon as he broke the kiss for air, Stephanie screamed.
"Get off of me! You bastard, get the hell off me!" she screeched. Knowing that she couldn't use her hands, she brought her right leg up, kneeing Paul as hard as she could. He groaned and let go of her hands. Stephanie took the opportunity to scream again, hoping to garner some of the neighbors' attention. The second Levesque made the mistake of moving off of her, the brunette was up and off, desperately trying to escape. Once he realized what was going on, Paul recovered quickly and was off after her.
Within seconds, he was behind her in the hallway. Because she was moving so quickly and frantically, she tripped and the top of the stairs, sliding down all the way to the bottom. She tried to get up right away but she couldn't, as her tailbone was already beginning to ache. Stephanie yelped as Paul grabbed her head, yanking her up by the hair. Once she was on her feet, he glared down at her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up.
Let's try that again," he said almost angrily, before lowing his head to kiss her again.
She didn't give him as much room this time, balling her hand into a fist and connecting it to his jaw. The blow actually had enough force to cause him to stagger backwards momentarily. Stephanie knew she should be running… she was in the living room, and the front door was only about fifteen feet away… but she just stood there, completely frozen in fear. She knew that hitting Paul was probably the worst thing in the world she could have done, but she reacted on instinct. Paul made a noise that could only be described as a roar and charged back at her, grabbing the young woman by the throat.
"You want to play rough? Fine… I like it better like that anyway," he growled.
He let go of her head, shoving her across the room. She tripped and fell, whacking her head on the coffee table in the center of the room. Stephanie let out a cry of pain, as she was almost positive the back of her head was busted open. Please, God, let this be over soon. As soon as she felt a large hand wrap around her hair again, she knew it was far from over. Paul lifted her up off the floor and carelessly tossed her on the couch, smirking as she saw the small spot of blood on the table. Coming over to the couch, he straddled her again, this time pulling up the nightgown she was wearing.
"Paul, no… please," Stephanie pleaded as he began tearing at both of their garments. "Paul… Paul, no! Stop it… NO, stop it!"
She cried out loudly as he pried her legs apart and thrust violently into her. "Ow… ow, oh God Paul, PLEASE. You're hurting me!"
"Oh, shut up and take it you little bitch!" he grunted.
Tears, which had surprisingly remained absent as of yet, were streaming down Stephanie's cheeks now. After awhile, her cries died down to dull whines and she gave up fighting. She closed her eyes and let him have his way with her, silently praying for it to be over. When he was finished, he nonchalantly zipped up his pants, patted her on the cheek and headed to the door, as if he'd done nothing wrong. Turning back once he reached the door, Paul regarded Stephanie.
"Thanks kid. It was a lot of fun, though I'm sure the *pleasure* was all mine… we'll have to do it again sometime." He laughed evilly, opening the front door and walking out of the house, leaving behind a trembling and violated brunette.
THE NEXT DAYAdam pulled the key out of the ignition of his mom's car and headed up the driveway. Earlier in the morning, he'd explained to his mother what happened and advised her to make herself scarce during the day, as Stephanie was staying there and she was already skittish around him. Judy had had a friend pick her up and take her out for the day so Britney, Adam, and especially Stephanie could try and get some sleep. Adam lay awake for about a half hour before he decided that there was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep.
Noting that his mother had left her car keys, he headed to the gym in hopes to blow off some steam. While he was there, he just couldn't shake the thought that had been plaguing him all day. Paul Levesque raped Stephanie. Adam had never been able to comprehend what could possess a man to force himself on a woman… it just wasn't right. What was worse, Adam knew that Jay had no clue that this occurred. If he had, he would have been there by now, or at least called a thousand times to see if she was okay. Adam wanted so badly to tell Jay what had happened… as Stephanie's boyfriend of well over a year, he deserved to know. Still, it wasn't his place to tell… if anyone was going to tell Jay, it would have to be Stephanie herself. Adam sighed loudly… well, yet another perfect weekend ruined by Brock and Paul. It made him wonder what Paul Heyman had been up to as of late. The slime hadn't managed to get himself into any trouble as of recently.
The Canadian shook his head, trying to separate the thoughts that were cluttering his mind. As he opened the front door, he was surprised to see Britney awake, sitting on the couch reading a People Magazine. She put her finger to her lips, shushing him as she pointed down. Adam looked over to see Stephanie asleep, curled up into a ball next to Britney.
"What are you guys doing down here?" he asked curiously. When he'd left that morning, both girls were sound asleep in the guest bed.
"I came down earlier… I… I couldn't sleep. A little while later, she woke up and came down too. We talked for a little while, and then she fell asleep again," Britney whispered, explaining the situation. Adam nodded, studying his girlfriend intently. It was obvious to him that she had been crying. Cocking his head to the side, he made a motion for her to join him in the kitchen so they could talk. After following him into the other room, she took a seat next to him at the kitchen table.
"I still think we should take her to the hospital," Adam said, taking the opportunity to speak first.
Britney sighed, "Adam, for the last time, her head is fine! She doesn't need stitches, and…"I'm not talking about the stitches Brit! She was raped, honey. They have to check her out and make sure she's okay… and they have to get samples of the fluids so they prove it was Paul," he explained. If anything good came out of this, it would be the chance to throw Paul Levesque in jail.
"I know that Adam, I'm not stupid. But it's not that simple," Britney said plainly. Adam sighed, slapping his hand against his forehead.
"Brit, she HAS to get checked out. Not only will she be running a health risk, but she won't be reporting her own rape. You don't want her to become a victim of unreported rape… nothing will come out of it, except her being turned into a statistic," he explained as best as he could. He wanted her to see his point, but after being with Brock and having that happen to her probably on numerous occasions, he could understand why she wouldn't WANT to see it. He expected her to be upset, but he wasn't really expecting her reaction. She kind of flipped on him.
"Don't you get it? She's *already* been made a statistic, Adam! Whether it's reported or not, rape is rape! It happened, and you can't change it, and trust me, NOTHING you do will make it go away. Putting Paul in jail would help, but it doesn't just make it all go away! You NEVER forget something like this. If Stephanie thought something was seriously wrong, she would have went to a hospital already! She… she said it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would. And anyway, all those damn doctors do is make you sit, alone, with cops for about two hours, and all they do is nag you to tell them what happened. You have *no* idea how painful it is to tell that story once, let alone once to doctors, once to police, once to police, AND once to a jury on testimony!" she cried, trying to keep her voice down.
Adam saw the emotion in her eyes, the sheer sadness, hopelessness, and understanding of her cousin's situation. His heart sunk as he watched two tears slide down her cheeks. He knew she was overwhelmed and extremely upset by what happened to Stephanie. She more than anyone could understand what it felt like to be taken advantage of like that… and it certainly wasn't fun. Adam also sensed that she was scared of falling to a similar fate. Sliding off of his chair, the tall man kneeled in front of her. Placing his hands on her knees, he questioned her.
"Britney? Are… are you scared?" When she sent him a confused look, Adam thought he might have to elaborate a little on what she was or wasn't afraid of. He didn't have to explain, however, as she spoke before he could.
"Yes… shitless. I'm scared shitless. I-I keep trying to be there for her and I keep telling myself to be strong because she needs me to be, but it's hard to that when you're just as afraid," she said, looking up at him as he wiped the tears off her cheeks. He smiled warmly at her, which confused her a little bit.
"I know you're scared… I don't blame you. To be totally honest, I'm a little scared, too. But I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. You're there for Stephanie at the time she needs you most, even though what happened scares you on a personal level. I know how much it hurts you to listen to her and not think about anything that happened to you. I'm really proud of you, and I'm proud to be able to call you my girlfriend," Adam said comfortingly.
She gave him a weak, half smile back, "Thanks… I just wish I wasn't so damn scared."
"Then don't be. Baby, you have nothing to be scared of. I won't let anyone hurt you, you know that," he promised, even though he wasn't so sure he could keep it. He had many so many promises that he sincerely planned on keeping that were in some way broken at the hands of Brock Lesnar, Paul Levesque, or Paul Heyman. Britney glanced at him for a beat, trying to think of what to say.
"I-I… I don't know Adam. I don't think even you could prevent it. It… it's kind of inevitable," she said sadly.
"What's inevitable," he asked, unsure of where she was going.
"What happened to Stephanie… I'm next."
Alright guys, there's the next chapter. This is where all the action of story begins, LOL. Just a little head's up (w/out giving too much info), Paul Heyman will be back in the next part. LOL, a lot of people were asking me about what happened to him. Don't worry, his slimy ways will reappear soon enough! As for this part, let me know what you thought! I handled that whole 'scene' okay, didn't I?? Well, as soon as I know what you all think I'll put up the next part!
