Disclaimer: Still remains the same. I do not own any of the actual WWE
superstars in this story, but I'm still planning on it. I do own Hayley
Peterson - Gowen and I do own Ariel the best friend. Other then that, it's
all up for grabs folks.
Summary: Sequel to Lipstick and Bruises. Miss the mass pandemonium and weirdness from the first story? Then take a ride with me on the second volume. Hayley and Zach are still happily married, with no issues, but what happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Ariel and Randy Orton have been going strong for just as long, and she is sure that there's going to be a proposal in the future, but will she get the wedding of her dreams? Or her worst nightmare brought to life?
A/N: This is a night of updates, so I can get something out to everyone who reviews, since the reviewers on all of my stuff are different, LOL and for those of you that are the same that read the Amy story I am doing, that one is updated now, so get on over and check it out after this. Now I know I fucked with a lot of you in that last chapter making the person the detective, and well that was my intent actually because everything has a way of coming out, you just need to build on it, which is what I wanted to do. So none the less, bear with me it's only the third chapter and all be told. Read and review guys!!
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"So what do we need to be aware of at this stage in the game? Brock was a sick bastard who raped my best friend, and who in turn died for being an asshole. What can there possibly be that we need to know at this point?" Ariel asked. She was sick at the thought that this whole Brock thing wasn't coming to an end like it was supposed to two years ago.
Before the detective had a chance to answer her, there was a knock at the door, breaking them in mid sentence. Hayley got to her feet and went to answer it, not thinking that it might be someone bad anymore. This night couldn't get any worse even if she tried.
"Oh Randy, get in here already, you know you don't have to knock. You damn well have a key."
"Well I tried calling here to get my girlfriend to come home, and I couldn't get any answer. You mind telling me why you need to call sex lines every time Zach goes away?" Randy said trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh give me a break. What do you mean the phone isn't working? No one has been on it. But you do need to be made aware of something before you go in there."
"Now you've got strippers over? Jesus I can't trust you with Ariel can I?"
"No, its serious Randy."
"Okay you got my attention." Randy said leaning against the now closed front door, ready to hear whatever it was that she had to say to him.
"I'm afraid that the Brock case never got closed, and there was some detective outside tonight checking the place out, and apparently have been for some time."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means that something is wrong here, very wrong and Zach isn't here to deal with it."
"Okay well you know I am here for you anytime you need me. So how about we go back in there and listen to what this dude has to say alright?"
Following Hayley back into the living room, Randy came face to face with the same man that had talked to him immediately following Brock's murder. Shaking his hand hard, they both sat back down on the couch awaiting the reason for the interruption tonight.
"So you said that we needed to be made aware of some thing Detective?" Ariel asked, wanting more then anything to get this over with so she could take Randy out and go home.
"Yes, I told you that we never really ended the investigation into the death of Brock Lesnar, but there are some things I need for all of you to know and deal with."
"So go ahead and tell us, we are all ears?" Randy asked, forming the question under his breath.
"Brock Lesnar was wanted for another rape from years before, and we had been watching him for some time. We could never arrest him because it had been years and the evidence was no longer as solid as we had hoped. When he raped Hayley, we thought we finally had him, but because she had slept with her boyfriend before hand, it turns out she didn't have the physical evidence that we needed to force him to admit to both rapes. She had bruises and cuts, but that could have been done in her line of work."
"She didn't work in the ring though." Ariel snapped. She couldn't believe how everyone was attacking her best friend like the rape didn't really happen.
"Ariel relax and let him finish." Hayley said, now more interested then ever. She couldn't believe someone else had gone through this before.
"What I am trying to tell you folks is simple. Brock is not alive, so don't worry about him coming back to haunt you or what not, but there is someone that could create even more shit for you."
"Who is that?"
"Well Hayley, the man you met at the funeral wasn't Brock's real dad, and apparently he has been made aware that he is the father and he's hell bent on creating revenge for his son's murder. We haven't seen him and he hasn't been too work in over 3 weeks now."
"So he could be here is what you're saying?"
"That's exactly what I am saying."
"Okay then it's settled. Hayley Ariel and I are staying here with you tonight until Zach can come home and be with you and the baby. What we're being told is some sick fucker is out there much like his son and he's gonna come back and get you. There is no way you are staying here alone tonight."
"Do what you need too Randy, I can deal either way."
"Just be on guard and if you see anything suspicious then please do not hesitate to call me directly. I will be keeping an eye on things for the time being. I'm sorry I freaked you out earlier."
As the detective got up to leave, Randy and Ariel exchanged looks. It was going to be a hard time for everyone if hell was coming back. When the detective left and Hayley locked the door behind him, she sighed outwardly to herself.
"Zach comes home tomorrow, and then we can figure out what the hell to do." Randy said, holding Ariel closer to him and watching Hayley closely, trying to figure out what was on her mind.
"Hay, what's the matter?"
"Someone has been outside my house, and they don't think I see them, watching me and waiting and it's someone I know, but now I'm worried. What happens if I know this person well and they have been in my house and they can get me?"
"Then we deal with it. Listen don't work yourself up, we're here and will be through the whole thing." Ariel said, breaking away from Randy and pulling her friend into a hug. There was no way they were going to let this happen all over again.
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"You sure it's alright that I am here with you dude?" Brian asked as they walked up the walkway to his house.
"Yeah, listen your worried and this is the best way to deal with it right?"
"Good point. Dude she's gonna smell the booze on you, it didn't wash off you as well as you thought."
"Then I deal with that too. I just don't know what the hell is going on with the phone."
Opening the door and turning the alarm off not wanting to wake Hayley and their little girl from their slumber, Zach walked with Brian into the living room, where they saw Randy and Ariel asleep in each others arms.
"Now what the hell are they doing here?" Zach asked, wanting to say it under his breath but having it come out louder then she thought.
Ariel stirred at the sound of Zach's voice and moved herself up to a sitting position trying to adjust her eyes.
"Zach is that you? And who the hell fell into a bottle of beer?"
"It's me on both counts. Listen why are you guys here?"
"You need to talk to Hayley Zach."
"I tried that but the damn phone isn't working."
"Someone cut the line. We checked it out last night after the cop left and it seems someone doesn't want her to have contact with the outside world." Randy said getting to his feet.
"There was a cop here? Someone better tell me what the hell has been going on while I was gone before I lose it."
"Long time no see Brian how are ya?" Randy asked, slapping his friend on the back. He hadn't seen Brian since he left the WWE over two years ago, and it was nice seeing him in the flesh again, knowing he was alright.
"Okay listen, a cop came by here last night and told us that Brock apparently had another dad, one who is just as sick as he was, and well he warned us to be on guard, so we stayed the night with Hayley and the baby."
"But the phone line was cut?" Zach asked, trying not to let the fear get the better of him. He should have been home with his wife and infant daughter instead of going out and getting wasted. It was bad enough that Hayley never liked drinking, but now she had to worry about another weirdo on the loose too? He couldn't have felt more like shit if he tried.
"Yes the phone line was cut, and before you ask me what's been going on, Zach I think we need to have a talk." Hayley said, making her way from the bottom of the stairs and into the living room.
Zach looked around at his wife, and he wanted to go to her and hold her, but he knew she smelt the beer all over him and that he now had to deal with her on this issue and she didn't look happy. Married life didn't seem to be the greatest at this moment in time.
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A/N2: okay weak chapter I know, but I had to do something for the time being. Right now I have established that it wasn't Brock, he is NOT alive, and that it was Brock's dad. But why would Hayley recognize who was outside her house those years and months ago? And who in fact is it? Also what will happen to the marriage now that Hayley knows Zach was drinking or at least smells it on him? More to be revealed in the next installment. Wow I have never ending questions with this fiction.
Summary: Sequel to Lipstick and Bruises. Miss the mass pandemonium and weirdness from the first story? Then take a ride with me on the second volume. Hayley and Zach are still happily married, with no issues, but what happens when the past comes back to haunt them? Ariel and Randy Orton have been going strong for just as long, and she is sure that there's going to be a proposal in the future, but will she get the wedding of her dreams? Or her worst nightmare brought to life?
A/N: This is a night of updates, so I can get something out to everyone who reviews, since the reviewers on all of my stuff are different, LOL and for those of you that are the same that read the Amy story I am doing, that one is updated now, so get on over and check it out after this. Now I know I fucked with a lot of you in that last chapter making the person the detective, and well that was my intent actually because everything has a way of coming out, you just need to build on it, which is what I wanted to do. So none the less, bear with me it's only the third chapter and all be told. Read and review guys!!
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"So what do we need to be aware of at this stage in the game? Brock was a sick bastard who raped my best friend, and who in turn died for being an asshole. What can there possibly be that we need to know at this point?" Ariel asked. She was sick at the thought that this whole Brock thing wasn't coming to an end like it was supposed to two years ago.
Before the detective had a chance to answer her, there was a knock at the door, breaking them in mid sentence. Hayley got to her feet and went to answer it, not thinking that it might be someone bad anymore. This night couldn't get any worse even if she tried.
"Oh Randy, get in here already, you know you don't have to knock. You damn well have a key."
"Well I tried calling here to get my girlfriend to come home, and I couldn't get any answer. You mind telling me why you need to call sex lines every time Zach goes away?" Randy said trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh give me a break. What do you mean the phone isn't working? No one has been on it. But you do need to be made aware of something before you go in there."
"Now you've got strippers over? Jesus I can't trust you with Ariel can I?"
"No, its serious Randy."
"Okay you got my attention." Randy said leaning against the now closed front door, ready to hear whatever it was that she had to say to him.
"I'm afraid that the Brock case never got closed, and there was some detective outside tonight checking the place out, and apparently have been for some time."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means that something is wrong here, very wrong and Zach isn't here to deal with it."
"Okay well you know I am here for you anytime you need me. So how about we go back in there and listen to what this dude has to say alright?"
Following Hayley back into the living room, Randy came face to face with the same man that had talked to him immediately following Brock's murder. Shaking his hand hard, they both sat back down on the couch awaiting the reason for the interruption tonight.
"So you said that we needed to be made aware of some thing Detective?" Ariel asked, wanting more then anything to get this over with so she could take Randy out and go home.
"Yes, I told you that we never really ended the investigation into the death of Brock Lesnar, but there are some things I need for all of you to know and deal with."
"So go ahead and tell us, we are all ears?" Randy asked, forming the question under his breath.
"Brock Lesnar was wanted for another rape from years before, and we had been watching him for some time. We could never arrest him because it had been years and the evidence was no longer as solid as we had hoped. When he raped Hayley, we thought we finally had him, but because she had slept with her boyfriend before hand, it turns out she didn't have the physical evidence that we needed to force him to admit to both rapes. She had bruises and cuts, but that could have been done in her line of work."
"She didn't work in the ring though." Ariel snapped. She couldn't believe how everyone was attacking her best friend like the rape didn't really happen.
"Ariel relax and let him finish." Hayley said, now more interested then ever. She couldn't believe someone else had gone through this before.
"What I am trying to tell you folks is simple. Brock is not alive, so don't worry about him coming back to haunt you or what not, but there is someone that could create even more shit for you."
"Who is that?"
"Well Hayley, the man you met at the funeral wasn't Brock's real dad, and apparently he has been made aware that he is the father and he's hell bent on creating revenge for his son's murder. We haven't seen him and he hasn't been too work in over 3 weeks now."
"So he could be here is what you're saying?"
"That's exactly what I am saying."
"Okay then it's settled. Hayley Ariel and I are staying here with you tonight until Zach can come home and be with you and the baby. What we're being told is some sick fucker is out there much like his son and he's gonna come back and get you. There is no way you are staying here alone tonight."
"Do what you need too Randy, I can deal either way."
"Just be on guard and if you see anything suspicious then please do not hesitate to call me directly. I will be keeping an eye on things for the time being. I'm sorry I freaked you out earlier."
As the detective got up to leave, Randy and Ariel exchanged looks. It was going to be a hard time for everyone if hell was coming back. When the detective left and Hayley locked the door behind him, she sighed outwardly to herself.
"Zach comes home tomorrow, and then we can figure out what the hell to do." Randy said, holding Ariel closer to him and watching Hayley closely, trying to figure out what was on her mind.
"Hay, what's the matter?"
"Someone has been outside my house, and they don't think I see them, watching me and waiting and it's someone I know, but now I'm worried. What happens if I know this person well and they have been in my house and they can get me?"
"Then we deal with it. Listen don't work yourself up, we're here and will be through the whole thing." Ariel said, breaking away from Randy and pulling her friend into a hug. There was no way they were going to let this happen all over again.
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"You sure it's alright that I am here with you dude?" Brian asked as they walked up the walkway to his house.
"Yeah, listen your worried and this is the best way to deal with it right?"
"Good point. Dude she's gonna smell the booze on you, it didn't wash off you as well as you thought."
"Then I deal with that too. I just don't know what the hell is going on with the phone."
Opening the door and turning the alarm off not wanting to wake Hayley and their little girl from their slumber, Zach walked with Brian into the living room, where they saw Randy and Ariel asleep in each others arms.
"Now what the hell are they doing here?" Zach asked, wanting to say it under his breath but having it come out louder then she thought.
Ariel stirred at the sound of Zach's voice and moved herself up to a sitting position trying to adjust her eyes.
"Zach is that you? And who the hell fell into a bottle of beer?"
"It's me on both counts. Listen why are you guys here?"
"You need to talk to Hayley Zach."
"I tried that but the damn phone isn't working."
"Someone cut the line. We checked it out last night after the cop left and it seems someone doesn't want her to have contact with the outside world." Randy said getting to his feet.
"There was a cop here? Someone better tell me what the hell has been going on while I was gone before I lose it."
"Long time no see Brian how are ya?" Randy asked, slapping his friend on the back. He hadn't seen Brian since he left the WWE over two years ago, and it was nice seeing him in the flesh again, knowing he was alright.
"Okay listen, a cop came by here last night and told us that Brock apparently had another dad, one who is just as sick as he was, and well he warned us to be on guard, so we stayed the night with Hayley and the baby."
"But the phone line was cut?" Zach asked, trying not to let the fear get the better of him. He should have been home with his wife and infant daughter instead of going out and getting wasted. It was bad enough that Hayley never liked drinking, but now she had to worry about another weirdo on the loose too? He couldn't have felt more like shit if he tried.
"Yes the phone line was cut, and before you ask me what's been going on, Zach I think we need to have a talk." Hayley said, making her way from the bottom of the stairs and into the living room.
Zach looked around at his wife, and he wanted to go to her and hold her, but he knew she smelt the beer all over him and that he now had to deal with her on this issue and she didn't look happy. Married life didn't seem to be the greatest at this moment in time.
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A/N2: okay weak chapter I know, but I had to do something for the time being. Right now I have established that it wasn't Brock, he is NOT alive, and that it was Brock's dad. But why would Hayley recognize who was outside her house those years and months ago? And who in fact is it? Also what will happen to the marriage now that Hayley knows Zach was drinking or at least smells it on him? More to be revealed in the next installment. Wow I have never ending questions with this fiction.