Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars in this story. It is
purely a work of fiction, and the wrestlers used in the making of it own
themselves.
A/N1: Told you earlier, I was going to write the next chapter now so here goes. Enjoy and once this gets posted, Read and Review as always.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
**WWE Headquarters**
"No I don't like it that way, just go back to what it was before and then bring it to me again and I'm sure I'm going to love it. You were on the right track."
Placing the phone down on the hook, I took a moment to look out the window. It had been a whole two months since I had left the WWE writing job, and I was doing really well for myself over here now. I got a long with everyone and there was no reason not to love what I was doing.
Throughout all of the happiness with my job, I still remained best friends with Ariel and she had even graduated with me. We were done with school and now being out on my own just seemed more final. I was now an adult, but as said adult, I couldn't help thinking back to months before and all the mistakes I had made when I shouldn't have.
Brian had called and come to see me as much as he could because of his road schedule. He was back in the habit and I was so happy for him. The last time he had come and visited me and saw my new apartment that I had Stephanie help me pick out, he was shocked. He knew I was doing well, but getting in with the bosses daughter and her fiancé, and taking things much more seriously was a little bit of a surprise for him.
We finally made love, and it was nice. It wasn't like the night I shared with Zach in the hotel room in my hometown and I didn't think anything would ever compare to that because he touched me and made me feel again, and it was because of what he sparked inside of me that made my transition with Brian that much easier. I wasn't afraid to feel anything anymore, and it helped us out really well.
Throughout my time here, Randy had called me and told me what Brock was up too now. He hadn't given up on his plans for me yet, but Randy was sure as more and more time passed the idea of chasing me would get old and he would come around and be the Brock everyone remembered again. It was nice to have these people in my life, and not to feel any stress, and it was true, I didn't feel anything like I had before. I felt complete.
Opening the door to my office, the secretary smiled at me.
"You've got a call on line two, sounds like something you might want to take privately."
"Thanks Marie."
Picking up the phone and pressing the line button, I couldn't help feeling weird. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that I should be worried.
"How is my gorgeous girlfriend today?"
I relaxed when I heard Brian's voice on the line. His voice wasn't erratic and upset, it was normal and I totally needed to kick my own ass for immediately thinking something was wrong.
"Busy as hell, but glad you called. When do I get to see you again?"
"Well that depends on when you want to see me again little lady."
"How soon can you be here?"
He didn't answer me right now and I began to wonder how much he really wanted to come after all. It seemed like a pretty easy question, but when I looked up from my desk, I saw him standing in front of me with red roses, a huge smile and the cell phone attached to his ear.
"Is this soon enough for you?"
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*~Zach's POV~*
"Oh what the hell do you want? You know for someone who isn't even on this show, you are always here. I would assume since Hayley left you would get bored and screw off."
"We need to talk Gowen, so why don't you just let me in the damn locker room and give up on beating me up for what happened with Hayley alright?"
I let him in the room and he stalked past me. I had no idea in hell what he wanted with me at this moment in time. We hadn't talked much before, so now shouldn't be time to become best friends. I suppose I owed it to him to relax and listen though.
"I came here because I wanted to tell you to watch your back."
"Running errands for Lesnar are we?"
"Damn Zach, listen to me. I went to Hayley's room that night to tell her the truth, every bit of it, and for some reason she doesn't hate me anymore. So I am here telling you everything now. You need to be careful."
"Why is that?"
"I thought that having Hayley working miles and miles away from us now would make Brock forget whatever he has planned, but if anything he is talking about her more. He has to go to Stanford to see Vince, and she works there, and he's going to go see her. But as much as he has it in for her, or wants her, he plans to make sure you don't get in his way."
"Well why don't you tell her boyfriend this? Because you of all people should know that whatever me and Hayley had as friends, or as anything for that matter went out the window. We no longer speak."
"You might not speak, but he wants her to come back here, so he knows the hold you have with her, he will use you to get what he wants."
"Okay Randy, I will heed you warning alright?"
"You'd better. This is not the Brock I knew two years ago. He's long gone and if something doesn't stop him soon, someone is going to get hurt. In all honesty I don't want anyone hurt, but that person might be you, and I want to make sure you know that."
"I know, and I hear you, and hell I will call Hayley and warn her alright?"
"No, I can call her, I just want to make sure that you knew to watch you back, but don't worry it won't be coming from me."
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*~Hayley's POV~*
Closing the door and turning on the alarm, I sat down on the couch and thought about the day we had just had. Brian showing up at the office like he had, and taking her out to dinner, and then dancing, and then instead of coming back to the house, we went to his hotel room, and making love to him. The night couldn't get any more perfect even if I tried.
Pushing the button on the machine, I saw that there were two new messages from the time I left that morning. I knew I was supposed to get one from Stephanie because she wanted to give Brian the night off next week so that we could double with her and Paul and go have a good time. So when hers was the first voice I heard, with a time and place and date set in stone, I deleted it and made a mental note to call her the following morning. The second message clicked in and when I heard it, it made my blood run cold. That's why I had felt sick earlier in the day.
"Hayley, its Randy. I don't want to freak you out, but Brock isn't letting up. He has a meeting with Vince in town, and he's going to come looking for you. I know it could be nothing and he might just leave you alone, but I haven't been able to find him all day and Jim told me he flew out early. So please, for your own safety and my sanity, lock your doors, go to bed and Jesus if Brian is there make him stay there with you."
As the message clicked off, I heard a movement from the kitchen, and running in, I came face to face with him. Randy was right, he wasn't where he was supposed to be because he was standing here in front of me. I had never seen a look this mean on anyone's face before, and now I was starting to regret sending Brian back home tonight.
"How long have you been in my house?"
"Since you got that damn call from Randy. I am not happy he sold me out to be your friend, but hell, I managed to get your address from him when he wasn't looking, so he is still some help to me."
"Brock what the hell do you want from me?"
"You. I want you. The funny thing is Hayley Peterson; I think I have waited long enough. No more plans, no more games. I am going to have you."
"Brock, you don't want me, this is just a big huge mess. Please leave now and nothing bad can happen."
He didn't give me a chance to say much more. He slammed me against the wall, and holding me in place with his hands, roughly making sure there was no way I could move, I realized that as sick as he was, he really could seriously hurt me right now. As he was holding me though, the phone rang and as it hit the machine, he gave up the grip momentarily, and I ran as fast as I could. But not before he could grab me and throw me down on the floor hard.
I heard Zach's voice on the machine, and found that as much as we didn't talk; his voice was what was going to save me. Kicking my way out of Brocks tight grip on my ankle, I pushed the speaker button as Zach talked.
"Zach, he's here, you need to get help now."
"Hayley, what? Are you alright?" I heard him ask.
"Get help Zach, He's here and he's going to-"
Before I had a chance to finish, Brock threw a hand over my mouth and held me down and hitting the speaker button again, hung up the call.
"Now that was a very bad move ice princess. Now you're going to have to pay."
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A/N2: So do you see where I am going with this? LOL my head is in overdrive right now, so it's all coming out really fucked up and angst like but the ending will be well worth it. I am going to let you all use your imaginations for this chapter, and decide what you think he does to her, being mental sick fucker that he is right now, because I don't think I can write anything more then I have in terms of bad shit right now. All will be explained in the next two chapters though. Also here's a question for you, will Zach get help? Does he have any idea what's happening to Hayley, and what position will be play in helping her?
A/N1: Told you earlier, I was going to write the next chapter now so here goes. Enjoy and once this gets posted, Read and Review as always.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
**WWE Headquarters**
"No I don't like it that way, just go back to what it was before and then bring it to me again and I'm sure I'm going to love it. You were on the right track."
Placing the phone down on the hook, I took a moment to look out the window. It had been a whole two months since I had left the WWE writing job, and I was doing really well for myself over here now. I got a long with everyone and there was no reason not to love what I was doing.
Throughout all of the happiness with my job, I still remained best friends with Ariel and she had even graduated with me. We were done with school and now being out on my own just seemed more final. I was now an adult, but as said adult, I couldn't help thinking back to months before and all the mistakes I had made when I shouldn't have.
Brian had called and come to see me as much as he could because of his road schedule. He was back in the habit and I was so happy for him. The last time he had come and visited me and saw my new apartment that I had Stephanie help me pick out, he was shocked. He knew I was doing well, but getting in with the bosses daughter and her fiancé, and taking things much more seriously was a little bit of a surprise for him.
We finally made love, and it was nice. It wasn't like the night I shared with Zach in the hotel room in my hometown and I didn't think anything would ever compare to that because he touched me and made me feel again, and it was because of what he sparked inside of me that made my transition with Brian that much easier. I wasn't afraid to feel anything anymore, and it helped us out really well.
Throughout my time here, Randy had called me and told me what Brock was up too now. He hadn't given up on his plans for me yet, but Randy was sure as more and more time passed the idea of chasing me would get old and he would come around and be the Brock everyone remembered again. It was nice to have these people in my life, and not to feel any stress, and it was true, I didn't feel anything like I had before. I felt complete.
Opening the door to my office, the secretary smiled at me.
"You've got a call on line two, sounds like something you might want to take privately."
"Thanks Marie."
Picking up the phone and pressing the line button, I couldn't help feeling weird. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that I should be worried.
"How is my gorgeous girlfriend today?"
I relaxed when I heard Brian's voice on the line. His voice wasn't erratic and upset, it was normal and I totally needed to kick my own ass for immediately thinking something was wrong.
"Busy as hell, but glad you called. When do I get to see you again?"
"Well that depends on when you want to see me again little lady."
"How soon can you be here?"
He didn't answer me right now and I began to wonder how much he really wanted to come after all. It seemed like a pretty easy question, but when I looked up from my desk, I saw him standing in front of me with red roses, a huge smile and the cell phone attached to his ear.
"Is this soon enough for you?"
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*~Zach's POV~*
"Oh what the hell do you want? You know for someone who isn't even on this show, you are always here. I would assume since Hayley left you would get bored and screw off."
"We need to talk Gowen, so why don't you just let me in the damn locker room and give up on beating me up for what happened with Hayley alright?"
I let him in the room and he stalked past me. I had no idea in hell what he wanted with me at this moment in time. We hadn't talked much before, so now shouldn't be time to become best friends. I suppose I owed it to him to relax and listen though.
"I came here because I wanted to tell you to watch your back."
"Running errands for Lesnar are we?"
"Damn Zach, listen to me. I went to Hayley's room that night to tell her the truth, every bit of it, and for some reason she doesn't hate me anymore. So I am here telling you everything now. You need to be careful."
"Why is that?"
"I thought that having Hayley working miles and miles away from us now would make Brock forget whatever he has planned, but if anything he is talking about her more. He has to go to Stanford to see Vince, and she works there, and he's going to go see her. But as much as he has it in for her, or wants her, he plans to make sure you don't get in his way."
"Well why don't you tell her boyfriend this? Because you of all people should know that whatever me and Hayley had as friends, or as anything for that matter went out the window. We no longer speak."
"You might not speak, but he wants her to come back here, so he knows the hold you have with her, he will use you to get what he wants."
"Okay Randy, I will heed you warning alright?"
"You'd better. This is not the Brock I knew two years ago. He's long gone and if something doesn't stop him soon, someone is going to get hurt. In all honesty I don't want anyone hurt, but that person might be you, and I want to make sure you know that."
"I know, and I hear you, and hell I will call Hayley and warn her alright?"
"No, I can call her, I just want to make sure that you knew to watch you back, but don't worry it won't be coming from me."
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*~Hayley's POV~*
Closing the door and turning on the alarm, I sat down on the couch and thought about the day we had just had. Brian showing up at the office like he had, and taking her out to dinner, and then dancing, and then instead of coming back to the house, we went to his hotel room, and making love to him. The night couldn't get any more perfect even if I tried.
Pushing the button on the machine, I saw that there were two new messages from the time I left that morning. I knew I was supposed to get one from Stephanie because she wanted to give Brian the night off next week so that we could double with her and Paul and go have a good time. So when hers was the first voice I heard, with a time and place and date set in stone, I deleted it and made a mental note to call her the following morning. The second message clicked in and when I heard it, it made my blood run cold. That's why I had felt sick earlier in the day.
"Hayley, its Randy. I don't want to freak you out, but Brock isn't letting up. He has a meeting with Vince in town, and he's going to come looking for you. I know it could be nothing and he might just leave you alone, but I haven't been able to find him all day and Jim told me he flew out early. So please, for your own safety and my sanity, lock your doors, go to bed and Jesus if Brian is there make him stay there with you."
As the message clicked off, I heard a movement from the kitchen, and running in, I came face to face with him. Randy was right, he wasn't where he was supposed to be because he was standing here in front of me. I had never seen a look this mean on anyone's face before, and now I was starting to regret sending Brian back home tonight.
"How long have you been in my house?"
"Since you got that damn call from Randy. I am not happy he sold me out to be your friend, but hell, I managed to get your address from him when he wasn't looking, so he is still some help to me."
"Brock what the hell do you want from me?"
"You. I want you. The funny thing is Hayley Peterson; I think I have waited long enough. No more plans, no more games. I am going to have you."
"Brock, you don't want me, this is just a big huge mess. Please leave now and nothing bad can happen."
He didn't give me a chance to say much more. He slammed me against the wall, and holding me in place with his hands, roughly making sure there was no way I could move, I realized that as sick as he was, he really could seriously hurt me right now. As he was holding me though, the phone rang and as it hit the machine, he gave up the grip momentarily, and I ran as fast as I could. But not before he could grab me and throw me down on the floor hard.
I heard Zach's voice on the machine, and found that as much as we didn't talk; his voice was what was going to save me. Kicking my way out of Brocks tight grip on my ankle, I pushed the speaker button as Zach talked.
"Zach, he's here, you need to get help now."
"Hayley, what? Are you alright?" I heard him ask.
"Get help Zach, He's here and he's going to-"
Before I had a chance to finish, Brock threw a hand over my mouth and held me down and hitting the speaker button again, hung up the call.
"Now that was a very bad move ice princess. Now you're going to have to pay."
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A/N2: So do you see where I am going with this? LOL my head is in overdrive right now, so it's all coming out really fucked up and angst like but the ending will be well worth it. I am going to let you all use your imaginations for this chapter, and decide what you think he does to her, being mental sick fucker that he is right now, because I don't think I can write anything more then I have in terms of bad shit right now. All will be explained in the next two chapters though. Also here's a question for you, will Zach get help? Does he have any idea what's happening to Hayley, and what position will be play in helping her?