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/N: Okay, so after some issues with my writing ability this week, here is the next installment, and for iccess and Ally, Alex and HurricaneGurl41, thanks for getting some interest back in the story, it means a lot that all my writing isn't in vain here! Even though I took the story in a completely different direction then when I started. That's what I get for writing this one completely online and not working on it offline! LOL Here ya go with another one to follow god willing.

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*~Brian's POV~*

"Thank you for coming in to see me on such short notice Brian. A lot has been happening around here lately and I think we needed to have a good long talk."

Jim had asked me into this meeting three weeks ago after Hayley's rape and I had turned him down. Now it seemed that things were finally getting back to normal so it seemed like the perfect time. I had no idea what he needed to see me about since Paul and Stephanie had told him about Hayley's rape, but hell I would help him out in any way that I could.

"I guess you are wondering why I asked you to come here and meet with me."

"To be honest, I am wondering a little bit about it yes, so now that we've got all the time in the world why don't you tell me?"

"We've been going over all of this for some time, and actually for the last three weeks we've been putting the wheels in motion on it."

"Wheels on what Jim?"

"We've talked it over and we are going to let Hayley go."

"I won't argue this with you Jim. She should have been let go after that match with Brock, she didn't need to be raped to be asked to leave. Did you think I would fight you on all of this?"

"I had no idea, but you being her boyfriend, we thought that you might want to know before we actually go and do it. I don't think she's going to want to leave and with you by her side maybe she can do it."

"We aren't dating anymore sir."

"Excuse me?"

"I said she won't have me by her side because we aren't dating anymore. I had to do some serious thinking myself these last three weeks and I do agree that she should go home, but I won't be able to help her through anything regarding it. It's just not a possibility at the moment."

"Well son, I'm sorry to hear that. You two looked happy."

"There is someone you can talk too about this and who would be more then happy then help her out with the transition of going back home. That is if you are interested."

"Of course I am, who?"

"Zach. Zach Gowen knows her, hasn't left her side. He's your best choice Jim."

I hated this. I hated all of it. I had the talk with Randy in the hospital and he told me not to give up on her, that she needed me and what did I do? I gave up on her. As soon as she was lucid enough to know it was me talking to her, I told her it was over. I made her feel pretty bad about it all too. I just couldn't think of any other way to end things and make her go home then to blame her for all of this. I know that Randy didn't think it was smart and when Zach heard about what I had done he had flipped out and I had cost myself a friendship as well, but I had to keep her safe. She just couldn't know that I was trying to do that. She had to believe I was an asshole. Sitting here with Jim right now and giving him all the information just seemed so final, but maybe once she got back to Toronto she would finally be at peace.

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*~Hayley's POV~*

Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sat down on the couch and looked out the window. I heard a creak behind me and nearly jumped through the ceiling. Living in this house now just seemed so wrong. Every noise I heard, I thought that it was bad and I was going to relive all of the rape and the beating with Brock all over again. I was so close to the brink and I just didn't think I could take much more.

Grabbing the boxes, I started pushing all of the things I had bought into them. I wasn't going to give the WWE the chance to let me go. I was going to just leave. I had the ability to do that since there wasn't a contract for years and years of my time. I could just pack, have it all sent to fed ex or something, and just have them send it all back to me in Toronto.

I don't know how I got to this point. I had only been a high school student when all of this started. A girl who didn't have a boyfriend because her last one was too unbearable, and then I met Zach and my whole life changed. I knew I would never blame anyone for this but me, for putting myself here, but in the span of a few months and weeks, I had been beaten twice and raped. God knows what else would happen to me if I stayed here any longer. I had to admit I wasn't eager to find out. I was just hoping to go back to my life, start college and take care of my mother with the money I had made from this stupid job.

"Hayley!"

Spinning around and almost losing my footing I came face to face with Zach. It was obvious I needed to get out of this house and this city and just go back home. I was completely losing my mind and jumping around like a lunatic.

"Jesus Zach, scare a girl much?"

"I'm sorry. You didn't answer the door, so I got worried and I used the spare key under the plant outside."

"You mean I didn't get rid of that key?"

"No, it was still there."

"Oh Jesus that's how he got in the fucking house Zach! How could I have been so careless?"

He took me in his arms at this point and I didn't throw him away. I didn't want anyone touching me after what had happened, and apparently when someone cares that's all they want to do. Being in his arms, right this minute, I didn't feel so scared anymore. I knew that over the last three weeks I had shut myself off from the world, but hell, I didn't have much choice, seeing as every place I went and everything that I did reminded me of Brock and his hands on my body. That was a thought I had to rid myself of, and soon.

"Babe, it's not your fault alright? Where are you going?"

"I'm going back to Toronto as soon as possible Zach. I already sent in my resignation to Jim and to Vince, and even though they haven't come here to tell me to stay, I'm not staying. This is what's best. Are you going to help me pack or just stand there?"

"I was actually quite happy holding you actually."

"Yeah, surprise, I didn't hate it either."

I smiled lightly and after a few minutes of looking at me with this deep concerned look, his face broke out in a smile as well. It wasn't about me being with Brian anymore. Or me being around him in a ring or to support him. He knew the score now. He knew I needed to get back to my actual life and leave this nightmare behind me.

"So you really want to leave and go home?"

"Yes, Zach I do."

"I won't ask you to stay babe, if that's what you are thinking here. I just wanted to make sure it was what you wanted."

"There's this newspaper back home who asked me to come write for them. Human interest pieces and all that. Nothing to do with wrestling, or anything to do with school. Just my opinions and ideas on things. It seems like the best thing to do for me right now."

"You're right. But it won't make you leaving any easier for me."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"No, you are right it doesn't have a damn thing to do with me. I just hoped that you might miss me if you left. We have done some pretty heavy shit together you know?"

I knew where he was going with this, and I would be damned if we didn't get all this out in the open now. There was no way I could leave him and leave this life without confronting everything. It looked like now was going to be the time.

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*~Zach's POV~*

She was deep in her own thoughts now. I know she didn't want to get into all of this, but is she was going to leave and go back home, we had to put an end to this sick thing we called a friendship.

"We have been through some heavy shit."

"Hayley, I got your email."

"You-got the email?"

"Yes."

"So this is where you want to know what the hell I was thinking when I wrote it, is that it?"

"No, I know what you were thinking. Listen Hayley; just hear me out here alright?"

"I'm not going anywhere, speak your mind."

I had one shot, this one opportunity to tell her everything and put an end to all of it. The one question I couldn't help thinking was could I do it? Could I really bare my soul and hope that she actually didn't want to give up? Or maybe I tell her everything and we end this the right way? So many ideas were going through my head but I couldn't think of a single reason not to tell her everything. It had to be done.

"I love you, I always have. It started out with that interview, you asking me questions and in turn liking the answers and asking more. You had a job to do but it seemed like aside from getting an interview, you also got a friendship. Like maybe it was something you needed at the time or something. None the less, I got close to you, and that wasn't ugly, but everything after it that happened was. Yes we made love that night in my hotel room, back in Toronto, and we woke up together, and for every day after that happened I have just wanted to go back there and make sure neither one of us ever left. I know that's harsh and not a reality, but Hayley, I knew you were different. If I wanted to just get laid, I would have asked Ariel. I mean she didn't seem like the type to turn me down. I wanted you then and for every day after I have wanted you."

"Zach-

"Let me finish. I have needed to say all of this for some time now."

"Okay."

"Brock Lesnar faked a friendship with me, to get close to something. I'm not sure what his motivation was with you in all honesty, just that he was sick enough to use Randy to get it. Randy knows there was something wrong even then, but he didn't want to get involved. He was there to help his buddy. After your beating, he knew this had to stop and he's been working with me and Brian to stop it. But Brock wasn't done. He had to do as much damage as he could to you. He liked you, or that's what Randy tells me, and this is the sickest form of a crush I have ever seen. I tried to keep you safe. I called you that night to make sure you were safe and I wasn't there to stop it. That thought makes me sick. I should have seen this coming. He said he would never be done with you, and with us, and damn it he wasn't done. I close my eyes and I see you getting hurt and me not being able to help you and I die inside, a little more every time."

"Your email the night you were set to take the new job, well, I came to you and when you had your lips on Orton, it made me sick and it actually made me question if you two weren't all in on it together. But you had just made peace with him, and were planning on moving on and living and working somewhere else. I misread everything and I think I fucked it up more. The only thing that has stayed the same through all of this stuff, which was pretty bad, was Hayley, my love for you, and my desire to be with you. I realize now that bringing you in here was the worst move I could have ever done for us, and I guess all I want you to know now, is that I'm sorry."

I finished, and I turned to walk towards the door. I had said all I was going to be able to say and the rest was up to Hayley now. I didn't want to hurt her or put pressure on her, so leaving her house would have to be the best option for now. It was time for her to move on, and I had to let her do it. As her friend.

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*~Hayley's POV~*

Oh there was no way he was going to say those things to me and get out of the house alive. I know he was doing it so that he could put an end to all of this hatred and sickness and let me move on happy and content, but a weird thought had occurred to me while he was talking, and even though he wanted to leave it at that, I knew I couldn't do that.

Taking a few steps towards him and slipping in to prevent him from leaving, I kissed him. I didn't know how it would feel, to be kissing someone, and have it not be forced, but it felt magnetic and opening my eyes just a crack and seeing Zach's eyes looking back as our lips locked, I knew there was no way he would be leaving the house today.

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A/N: Okay I am on the road to wrapping this one up I think, LOL but there is still a little bit of gas so who knows? Keep the reviews coming and there will be more later. I know it looks like Brock has done his worst, but hell maybe he hasn't, I don't know yet, LOL