::This is all fiction, I don't own anyone in this story. The wrestlers own themselves.::

*~Afraid to Breathe~*

*~Part Two~*

*The Next Day*

"Hey Ames, wait up!"

Jumping at the voice, Amy spun around, heaving a sigh of relief when she noticed Trish Stratus, not Chris, walking towards her. After last night, if she saw Chris coming anywhere near her, Amy thought she might just lose it.

"Hey Trish." Amy greeted, giving her friend a small hug. She couldn't help but gasp as Trish hugged her back, putting pressure on her back and stomach, which were still sore from Chris' attack the previous night.

Feeling her friend wince, Trish pulled away, looking Amy in the eyes. "Ames, you ok?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Amy asked, making sure she didn't look Trish in the eyes.

"I dunno, you just seem weird."

"Weird? I don't know why."

"Ook." Changing the subject, Trish smiled and grabbed Amy by the arm. "Hey, did you hear the news?"

"What news?" Amy questioned, pushing all the other thoughts out of her head.

"Adam might be visiting soon, maybe even making a guest appearance on Raw or Smackdown."

"Really?" Amy asked, a smile forming on her face. Adam Copeland had always been a good friend to her and Chris, Amy had felt so bad when he'd gotten injured.

"Yeah, it'll be so awesome to see him, he's been out for a while, it must've been so hard for him."

Nodding her head, Amy couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing Adam again. Something about him was so kind, so genuine.

"Amy."

Instantly shaking out of her thoughts, Amy looked up, meeting the blue eyes of Chris.

"Hey baby." Chris greeted, leaning down and kissing Amy gently. This was the side of Chris Amy loved, the one that was always the kind gentleman. The side she'd seen last night and all the other nights, that wasn't Chris, it was her fault, she'd made him be like that.

"Hey." Amy replied quietly.

Smiling at her friends, Trish couldn't help but be envious. Chris and Amy had the perfect relationship, they were so sweet and kind to each other. They led nearly perfect lives. Or so she thought.

*~*~*~*~*

"Chris! Stop, please!"

Ignoring Amy's cries, Chris continued to punch her in the face, laughing as he did so. "Shut up, crying won't get you anywhere!"

Knowing he was right, Amy ceased the crying, just praying that Chris would be done soon. No such luck.

Doing the exact opposite of what Amy was hoping for, Chris grinned wickedly as he start tearing of Amy's clothes. When she was completely naked, he quickly removed his clothes.

Stopping for a second, Chris stared at Amy's trembling body and Amy almost thought she saw regret and guilt in his eyes. If he had been thinking that, Chris quickly shooed those thoughts away, jumping back on the bed, hovering right over Amy.

"Love you babe." He told her before he thrust right into her, ignoring the cry of pain she let out. Laughing, Chris watched the silent tears make their way down Amy's face.

"Chris, Chris please." Amy pleaded, her voice not much more than a whisper.

Ignoring her again, Chris finished up what he was doing and got off of Amy. As he stood at the bottom of the bed, he watched as Amy curled up into a ball and started rocking herself back and forth. Laughing, he walked over to Amy and moved in close, so their faces were almost touching. "Thanks babe, it was great. I'll be back a little later, don't wait up for me."

As she watched Chris walk away, Amy let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. Finally get the courage to move, she looked down at her naked body. Shuddering, she quickly got up and grabbed the nearest robe, ignoring the pain she was feeling.

As she made her way to the bed, Amy jumped nearly a mile when she heard the phone ring. Slowly walking over to the nightstand, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She questioned, wiping a few tears from her eyes.

"Hey Amy, it's Adam."

Smiling, despite what she was going through at the moment, Amy replied. "Adam, hey! How are you?"

"I'm good, my neck hurts a little, but I'm ok. How are you?"

"I… I'm pretty good." She lied.

Sensing something was wrong, Adam listened closely, trying to notice anything suspicious. "Good… well I just called to talk to Chris, is he there?"

Sighing, Amy shook her head, even though it wasn't as if Adam could see her. "Uh… no. Chris just… stepped out."

"Oh ok. Well, if he's not there, I guess I can still talk to you."

"Gee thanks for sounding so enthusiastic about it." Amy replied sarcastically.

"That wasn't what I meant." Adam said, laughing lightly.

Closing her eyes, Amy imagined Adam, his smile, his laugh, everything. Shaking her head, she mentally smacked herself. She was with Chris, she shouldn't be thinking about Adam.

"Oh crap, I gotta go Ames. Just tell Chris I called and I'll talk to you later."

"Ok." Amy replied sadly. "Bye Adam."

"Bye Amy."

Refusing to let herself cry, Amy ignored the pain she was in and quickly climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and falling asleep.

*~*~*~*~*

Smelling alcohol, Amy slowly opened her eyes, coming face to face with Chris.

"Hey." Chris greeted in a calm voice. Scared, Amy looked down, not making any sudden movements, afraid it might set him off.

"Hi."

"Ames, look." Reaching his arm out, Chris went to touch Amy's face. To his surprise, she quickly jumped away, obviously afraid. "Ames."

Swallowing hard, Amy looked at Chris, fear showing in her hazel eyes.

"Please, Amy. Baby, come here. I'm not gonna do anything to you. I promise."

Sighing, Amy sat back down next to Chris.

In an attempt to get her to look at him, Chris gently placed his hand under her chin and directed her eyes to his. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

Nodding, Amy watched him, knowing exactly what was coming. Chris was going to apologize over and over again until she told him that she forgave him. Then they would most likely kiss, and he would promise never to do it again. It had become a routine with them. He'd apologize, she'd forgive him, it would be done. Then the next night, it would happen again, it always did.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I love you. I just get so upset. I know I shouldn't take it out on you, but I do. I was wrong and I'm sorry."

"It's… it's ok." No it's not! Amy yelled to herself, knowing that she would never say that aloud. As much as he hurt her, she still loved him with all of her heart, and she would never leave him. And, even if she did, she had a feeling that Chris wouldn't allow it.

"Good." Chris replied, satisfied, knowing that once again, he'd done wrong and been forgiven. Once again, Amy had looked past the horrible person he'd become, she'd looked back to the sweet person he used to be. That was the person she was staying with. She was staying with the old Chris, the one who had treated her like a queen. She stayed, hoping that that Chris would come back one day.

Smiling to himself, Chris looked down at Amy, who was drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the old Chris, the Chris who she wanted back so much. The Chris who could save her.

Laughing, Chris shook his head. "Amy, my dear, that Chris is dead. He's never coming back. It's time for this Chris, the real Chris to take control. Get ready, things are about to change. No more nice, sweet Chris. From now on, it's the real Chris, all the time." Laughing again, Chris laid down, pulling Amy closer to him. Closing his eyes, he laughed himself to sleep, thinking about what a shock it would be when everyone got to see the real him. But, he had time for that. For now, only Amy would get to see the real him, no one else needed to know yet. It could be their little secret. And what a secret it was going to be. Nodding, Chris just laughed, slowly drifting away to sleep.

A/N: So… how is it? Anyone like it? LOL I'm trying to go with my impulses when I write. I hope you guys all like it! Read & Review please!!! :)Nicole***