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purely a work of fiction, and the wrestlers used in the making of it own
themselves.
A/N: So even though I am still posting chapters I did during my hiatus from fan fiction I am still writing this so I don't get behind. I mentioned before that I don't know how much gas I have left in me, as far as writing this goes, and with the fact that I have a cold now, it isn't coming out as fast as I'd hoped. But thank you iccess for sticking with it when it seems like everyone else faded off. As always read and review and let me know what you think!
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"I just don't get it. She moved away, she didn't have anything to do with Brock anymore, so why in the world would he come after her at her home?" Stephanie asked as Paul and her paced the hallway waiting for word on Hayley's condition.
"I don't get it either, it doesn't make sense, but Zach seemed really out of it when he called us, and we did find her on the floor."
"He was nowhere to be found there is that right?"
"Right, but Stephanie, you need to talk to your dad about this. Zach told me what's been happening on your show, and I mean you saw her get injured in that ring anyway, so it's obviously pretty bad. Vince needs to know."
"I know Paul; I just didn't think Brock would get this sick. I mean his character is one thing, this is something entirely different."
"It happens though. So have they been able to tell you anything?"
"Nothing, we aren't family and her mother wont be here until tomorrow."
"Give me a few minutes with a nurse. I think I can use my charms to make her tell me what's happening in that hospital room."
Stephanie watched her fiancé walk away and over to the nurses station and she took a seat on the couch. Paul was right, she did have to tell her father all of this and they had to make sure Brock changed, or he would have to be let go.
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*~Brian's POV~* *~Next Day~*
"You want to tell me what the hell happened to my girlfriend? How could that sick fucker be allowed to be around her?"
I was pissed off, but at the same time, I had seen her in the bed before and just sitting there watching her breathe through tubes and watching her heart beat change every second with every move she made, it was tearing me apart. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
Watching her this way made me think back to how I got to know her in the beginning, and what now kept me with her. I had met her when I wasn't at my best and here she was, for the second time, not at her best and it wasn't because she got into the ring all the time. It was because someone couldn't let the idea of her go and did want to kill her. I couldn't watch her die in front of me, and not knowing what was going on was killing me inside.
"Brian, when did you get here?" Stephanie asked me as she came around the corner with Paul attached to her.
"About five minutes ago. What do you know about what happened? All I know is I landed off the plane and Jim told me to get back on it and go home to her, that she was hurt. He did this didn't he?"
There was no reason for me to say his name. Stephanie and Paul knew who I meant, and it just didn't seem like it mattered to say that asshole's name in public. They just looked down at the floor and I knew it had to be bad and that he had done it.
"Okay I know he did it now, but what do you know?"
"Brian, Paul got the nurse to give him some information and I don't want to be the person to tell you this, because I cannot believe its happening, but he raped her, and apparently, beat her up pretty bad. She isn't going to die, but she won't ever be the same again."
"That son of a bitch raped her?"
"That's what the rape kit says Brian." Paul said, trying to keep his already shaky voice in check.
I didn't know what to say at this point. I wanted to be in that room with her, screwing the rules and just hold her. We had gotten really serious when she went to work in PR and I knew I should have stayed with her the night before instead of flying out for the show. I don't think this would have happened if I had been there. She would be fine and we would still be in bed, together. Now here I stood, with her two friends, people I didn't really talk too much, and they were telling me that my girlfriend was raped and that she won't ever be the same. I needed to know how things got so bad so fast.
I didn't have to wait long for my answer, as Randy and Zach made their way off the elevator and over to us. One half of the problem was here now, and I was damn sure going to get some answers.
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*~Randy's POV~*
I know he hated me for this happening. I didn't know what had happened yet but the fact that we were all standing around a hospital meant that it wasn't something that was pretty. I could see his eyes bearing down on me and blaming me for even being a part of this now. I didn't know what to tell him. This hurt me as much as it hurt him.
"You stupid asshole. You did this to her. He raped her and you are to blame for all of it."
I instinctively put my hands up to guard myself from Brian and his anger, but before Brian could do what he fully intended to do, Paul stepped in and put an end to it. We had worked together on RAW and I knew that although he didn't have my back that he might actually agree with Brian here I knew that this wasn't the place to fight and that's what was making him stop it.
"Guys, stop it. This isn't the place and Hayley needs us to all get along right now. Brian this isn't Randy's fault. Randy, some of it has been over the past little while from what Zach told us on the phone, but this had nothing to do with you. You went to Zach and warned him that Brock wasn't done, and apparently he wasn't. It could have turned out a whole lot differently for everyone if you hadn't done that."
Brian was still angry. Whatever Paul was saying was making sense, I could tell that by look on his face, but he didn't want to believe that I might have actually cared about her at the end of all of this. What I needed to know more then anything was if anyone knew where he was. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted to know that as well, because that was what made Zach start talking.
"Where is Brock now? Does anyone know?"
When everyone in the room shook their heads I felt sick to my stomach. There was a chance he could be here, watching all of us, waiting until we all left, and then making another move.
"Well if we don't know where he is, then there is a chance he could be here now isn't there?" I stated and getting the reaction from everyone, the feeling of dread was even worse. This was someone I considered a friend at one point, and now he was wanted for raping Hayley and for beating her up. This just seemed like a really bad dream that needed to be stopped.
I knew I had to do it, so I grabbed Brian and after excusing myself from the group I looked into his eyes, which were still boiling over with anger, and fear. He didn't know which way to go and I could sympathize, but in any way I could, I had to make this right.
"What do you want Randy?"
"I know you blame me for all of this, and I am blaming myself for this too, it never should have been taken this far. I made my peace with her before she took the new job and moved to Stanford, and I thought she was going to be alright. I didn't think he would go after her this way."
"I know-"
"Let me finish here Brian. I know you love her, and after I made my peace with her and she left, we kept in touch all the time. Brock and I didn't because I gave up on what he was doing, but when I heard he was going to Stanford, I called her and told her, and then I told Zach to watch his back too. I tried to do the right thing and although I might have been a little late, I hope you do realize that I feel really bad about this. I also understand your need to kill me right now."
"Randy, I don't want to kill you. IF anything, the issues with you brought us together in the first place. I don't blame you, I know you made your peace with her because she told me and I saw how happy she got when she talked to you. She did like you in the beginning and knew you could be a good person. I'm just sitting here scared. She's been raped, and beaten, and I don't think she will ever be the same, and that thought alone scares the hell out of me."
"She loves you Brian, you just can't let go of that."
"For her sake, I have too."
I had no idea what he meant at that point, but I had no idea that I was eventually find out. I was just glad he didn't want to hurt me, and that we could focus on making Brock pay for what he had done.
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A/N: okay leaving it there, because I can work more with it in the next chapter, and wow not much time left now. I know what I want to do to wrap it up and even what I want to do with each chapter now, so yay me! Also I'm working on all my other fictions so that I don't leave any out when this is done. So R&R as always!
A/N: So even though I am still posting chapters I did during my hiatus from fan fiction I am still writing this so I don't get behind. I mentioned before that I don't know how much gas I have left in me, as far as writing this goes, and with the fact that I have a cold now, it isn't coming out as fast as I'd hoped. But thank you iccess for sticking with it when it seems like everyone else faded off. As always read and review and let me know what you think!
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"I just don't get it. She moved away, she didn't have anything to do with Brock anymore, so why in the world would he come after her at her home?" Stephanie asked as Paul and her paced the hallway waiting for word on Hayley's condition.
"I don't get it either, it doesn't make sense, but Zach seemed really out of it when he called us, and we did find her on the floor."
"He was nowhere to be found there is that right?"
"Right, but Stephanie, you need to talk to your dad about this. Zach told me what's been happening on your show, and I mean you saw her get injured in that ring anyway, so it's obviously pretty bad. Vince needs to know."
"I know Paul; I just didn't think Brock would get this sick. I mean his character is one thing, this is something entirely different."
"It happens though. So have they been able to tell you anything?"
"Nothing, we aren't family and her mother wont be here until tomorrow."
"Give me a few minutes with a nurse. I think I can use my charms to make her tell me what's happening in that hospital room."
Stephanie watched her fiancé walk away and over to the nurses station and she took a seat on the couch. Paul was right, she did have to tell her father all of this and they had to make sure Brock changed, or he would have to be let go.
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*~Brian's POV~* *~Next Day~*
"You want to tell me what the hell happened to my girlfriend? How could that sick fucker be allowed to be around her?"
I was pissed off, but at the same time, I had seen her in the bed before and just sitting there watching her breathe through tubes and watching her heart beat change every second with every move she made, it was tearing me apart. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
Watching her this way made me think back to how I got to know her in the beginning, and what now kept me with her. I had met her when I wasn't at my best and here she was, for the second time, not at her best and it wasn't because she got into the ring all the time. It was because someone couldn't let the idea of her go and did want to kill her. I couldn't watch her die in front of me, and not knowing what was going on was killing me inside.
"Brian, when did you get here?" Stephanie asked me as she came around the corner with Paul attached to her.
"About five minutes ago. What do you know about what happened? All I know is I landed off the plane and Jim told me to get back on it and go home to her, that she was hurt. He did this didn't he?"
There was no reason for me to say his name. Stephanie and Paul knew who I meant, and it just didn't seem like it mattered to say that asshole's name in public. They just looked down at the floor and I knew it had to be bad and that he had done it.
"Okay I know he did it now, but what do you know?"
"Brian, Paul got the nurse to give him some information and I don't want to be the person to tell you this, because I cannot believe its happening, but he raped her, and apparently, beat her up pretty bad. She isn't going to die, but she won't ever be the same again."
"That son of a bitch raped her?"
"That's what the rape kit says Brian." Paul said, trying to keep his already shaky voice in check.
I didn't know what to say at this point. I wanted to be in that room with her, screwing the rules and just hold her. We had gotten really serious when she went to work in PR and I knew I should have stayed with her the night before instead of flying out for the show. I don't think this would have happened if I had been there. She would be fine and we would still be in bed, together. Now here I stood, with her two friends, people I didn't really talk too much, and they were telling me that my girlfriend was raped and that she won't ever be the same. I needed to know how things got so bad so fast.
I didn't have to wait long for my answer, as Randy and Zach made their way off the elevator and over to us. One half of the problem was here now, and I was damn sure going to get some answers.
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*~Randy's POV~*
I know he hated me for this happening. I didn't know what had happened yet but the fact that we were all standing around a hospital meant that it wasn't something that was pretty. I could see his eyes bearing down on me and blaming me for even being a part of this now. I didn't know what to tell him. This hurt me as much as it hurt him.
"You stupid asshole. You did this to her. He raped her and you are to blame for all of it."
I instinctively put my hands up to guard myself from Brian and his anger, but before Brian could do what he fully intended to do, Paul stepped in and put an end to it. We had worked together on RAW and I knew that although he didn't have my back that he might actually agree with Brian here I knew that this wasn't the place to fight and that's what was making him stop it.
"Guys, stop it. This isn't the place and Hayley needs us to all get along right now. Brian this isn't Randy's fault. Randy, some of it has been over the past little while from what Zach told us on the phone, but this had nothing to do with you. You went to Zach and warned him that Brock wasn't done, and apparently he wasn't. It could have turned out a whole lot differently for everyone if you hadn't done that."
Brian was still angry. Whatever Paul was saying was making sense, I could tell that by look on his face, but he didn't want to believe that I might have actually cared about her at the end of all of this. What I needed to know more then anything was if anyone knew where he was. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted to know that as well, because that was what made Zach start talking.
"Where is Brock now? Does anyone know?"
When everyone in the room shook their heads I felt sick to my stomach. There was a chance he could be here, watching all of us, waiting until we all left, and then making another move.
"Well if we don't know where he is, then there is a chance he could be here now isn't there?" I stated and getting the reaction from everyone, the feeling of dread was even worse. This was someone I considered a friend at one point, and now he was wanted for raping Hayley and for beating her up. This just seemed like a really bad dream that needed to be stopped.
I knew I had to do it, so I grabbed Brian and after excusing myself from the group I looked into his eyes, which were still boiling over with anger, and fear. He didn't know which way to go and I could sympathize, but in any way I could, I had to make this right.
"What do you want Randy?"
"I know you blame me for all of this, and I am blaming myself for this too, it never should have been taken this far. I made my peace with her before she took the new job and moved to Stanford, and I thought she was going to be alright. I didn't think he would go after her this way."
"I know-"
"Let me finish here Brian. I know you love her, and after I made my peace with her and she left, we kept in touch all the time. Brock and I didn't because I gave up on what he was doing, but when I heard he was going to Stanford, I called her and told her, and then I told Zach to watch his back too. I tried to do the right thing and although I might have been a little late, I hope you do realize that I feel really bad about this. I also understand your need to kill me right now."
"Randy, I don't want to kill you. IF anything, the issues with you brought us together in the first place. I don't blame you, I know you made your peace with her because she told me and I saw how happy she got when she talked to you. She did like you in the beginning and knew you could be a good person. I'm just sitting here scared. She's been raped, and beaten, and I don't think she will ever be the same, and that thought alone scares the hell out of me."
"She loves you Brian, you just can't let go of that."
"For her sake, I have too."
I had no idea what he meant at that point, but I had no idea that I was eventually find out. I was just glad he didn't want to hurt me, and that we could focus on making Brock pay for what he had done.
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A/N: okay leaving it there, because I can work more with it in the next chapter, and wow not much time left now. I know what I want to do to wrap it up and even what I want to do with each chapter now, so yay me! Also I'm working on all my other fictions so that I don't leave any out when this is done. So R&R as always!