Ray ran out to her car quickly, she was lucky not to run into anyone. That would be crucial, if she were to bump into a fellow wrestler they would probably stop her before she got out of the parking lot. She quickly threw her bags in her trunk, she slammed the trunk brutally, she was still crying but it was more in anguish more than it was in pain. She didn't want this to go down like this but what choice did she have, really?

Shane ran out to the parking lot, he saw the tail lights in Ray's midnight blue Mazda 626. He stood there stunned for a second. She was really leaving and taking his baby with her. Shane stood frozen as he watched her back up, what would she do? Where would she go? How could he stop her?

Ray looked her rear view mirror and saw her baby's father standing in the doorway watching her. He clutched his herringbone chain in his hand; she looked down at her neck, on the same chain that held her locket held the Hurricane pendant she designed for him. Time stood still as she looked from her chain and back into his eyes. She blinked back a fresh set of tears as she clutched both the locket and the pendent with one hand and tore out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

"God damn it," Shane said punching the steel door with his fist.

"Shane, where is she?"

He looked up at Mark, "I'd say she was gone, I don't see her car."

Shane didn't have the heart to tell Mark that she had just left. He knew she had seen him, it was just a feeling he got, and still she pulled off without a so much as a backward glance.

"Come on," Mark said putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder, "Let's go inside."

They returned back to the locker room where they found Jeff dialing her cell phone number over and over again; "She's not picking up."

"I don't expect her too," he said, "I know my darlin' and if I know her like I think I do, she'll call us as soon as she gets where she's going."

Shane shut his eyes and prayed, prayed that nothing could get to her, that no matter what, she was going to be all right. She had so many enemies lurking in the shadows of her life that it was no telling what the hell could happen to her out there. And not only to her, to the baby she carried, his baby. God, please don't let anything happen to his girl out there.

Jeff put his hand on Shane's shoulder, "She's going home big man," he said, "I just know she is."

Shane prayed he was right. Maybe she was just going back to Cameron to get her mind right. Certainly a possibility, right?

"I sure hope you're right, excuse me, I have to go get ready for my match," Shane said.

"What are they going to do about Ray holding the Intercontinental Title?" Jeff asked.

"That's a good question, how would you handle something like this?" Shane asked turning to Mark.

"We're going to have to tell the fans she's injured, you know?" Mark said quietly. He didn't want to face the fact that she was gone permanently, not when she was a natural at what she did.

"Yeah, I know, but, what then?" Shane asked sitting back down.

"We'll have to talk this whole thing over with Vince, maybe he and Stephanie can come up with some ideas." Mark's energy was spent. He didn't know what he was going to do about his daughter. She held so much pain inside and he guessed now it just exploded. The thing of it was, he didn't want her to have to go through this alone. He could take this but Shane, the poor boy looked as if were going to go mad.

Just then John and Randy walked into the locker room. They took one glance around the room and knew that something had gone on with Ray.

"What is it this time?" Randy asked.

Shane just left the room. He didn't feel like dealing with anything or anyone right now, least of all of John. It was as if every time Ray flipped out and did something irrational, he was right behind her. It never failed, he always upset her in someway and then something bad followed. He shuddered to think what he has said to her this time.

"Ray is gone, as you all know she's pregnant, so she left."

Randy voice caught in his throat. What if his harsh words had been the deciding factor in her leaving or staying? He didn't want that, he just wanted her to feel bad enough to try to make it work with John, not send her off the brink of mental insanity.

"So what's the bad part here?" John asked with a smirk.

"John," Jeff said before Mark could get the chance to tear into his ass, "This really isn't the time."

"What?" John asked defensively, "She's pregnant, nobody wants her here like that. I know if it was MY fiancé carrying MY baby I sure as hell wouldn't want her here."

Mark looked at the boy, his green eyes darkening in tint, "I need some air." he said leaving the room before he was forced to ram his fist down this young boys throat.

And the air he needed came directly from Vince's office. He had been with Vince for a helluva long time, damn near 14 years and there was nothing he couldn't talk to his boss about.

"She's gone Vince,"

"Yes, I know, Shane was just here." Vince sighed, "Look, I've watched Ray do nothing but struggle to get where she is on my roster, top female, held the Intercontinental title belt longer than any male on my roster."

"I know, but Ravyn has this tendency to let everything just fester inside her, and the by the time it's time to deal with it, it has exploded into more than she can handle."

"I understand," Vince leaned back in his chair putting his hands behind his head, "So tell me, what's John done this time?"

Mark looked baffled. To his knowledge, for once, John hadn't at the head of this one, "What do you mean?"

"Well if my memory serves me right, and I'm sure it does," Vince said, "Every time I turn around when she does some thing irrational he's behind it."

Mark thought about it. Vince had a very valid point. Maybe he had upset Ravyn to the point where she just couldn't stand the sight of him.

"I never thought about it like that Vince, I'll have to look into that," he sighed, "Meanwhile, I'm going to call Paul and Kacey, you know Jeff's wife,"

"Of course, they just had a baby, right?"

"Yeah, a little boy. Anyway, I'm going to call both of them just in case he goes to see either one of them. I don't think there's anyway she'd go back to Boston in her condition but just in case I'm wrong is there someone you have that isn't doing anything particular right now that can help?"

"Yeah, Maven, you remember him?"

"Yeah, he's a good kid," Mark said as he though of the rookie, "Yeah, he can help, just have him call me."

"Okay, Mark," Mark turned around to meet his boss' eye, "She's going to be okay."

Mark just nodded; he couldn't help but think that this time, everything wasn't going to be okay like they all like to make him believe.

That night Shane prayed that she would have the good sense to call him. It was no longer about just her; it was about her and whatever grew inside of her body.

"Please God, Please." he prayed.

At the same time, Mark found himself in a very similar situation, praying that his only child and his only grandchild was okay.

Ray pulled into the parking lot, her eyes where still red from crying, her face was swollen and puffy and in a word, she felt like hell. She put her hand on her already protruding belly. This was going to be a long 6 months.

"Ravyn?" Campo asked. He was standing outside getting some fresh air when he saw her blue Mazda pull up. "What's wrong?" he looked at her again, watching as her head fell against the steering will with another bout of tears he grew concerned. But then noticing her belly pressing against her T-shirt, his concern became frantic, "Mikey! Vinnie! Pauley! Senior!" he yelled.

Paul Sr. was the first to arrive outside to see what all the commotion was about. When he looked at his godchild he thought his heart would break into a million pieces. She looked like hell and no doubt that's how she felt.

"Come on in Ray," Paul said practically prying her off the steering wheel and pulling her out of the car, "Come on," he coaxed while holding her up.

He led her by two very shocked god brothers and various employees. He barked an order at Pauley to bring her something to drink and eat.

"Something light is best," he said knowing her condition before she even told him, "A ginger ale is good,"

He led her up to his office with Michael on his heels with her phone. "Pop, should I call Mark?"

"Hold out on that for a second Mike, let me talk to her first. See if I can get her to eat and so forth."

"Okay pop," the blonde said walking down the steps to meet her brother.

Soon Pauley came upstairs with a croissant and a ginger ale, "This was the lightest thing I could find."

"This is fine son," he said taking the food and handing Ray the food. For the most part she just looked tired, but he would find out what was wrong with her once he got her home.

"What's wrong with her pop?" Pauley asked his father as they left Ray to eat alone.

"I'm just guessing, but I think she's pregnant."

"Well I thought that too, but she looks like she's been through hell and then some."

"Well it's a rough time," Vinnie said, "I remember when Michelle would like that sometimes, I would come home and she would just look a mess."

"Really?" Mikey asked Vinnie.

"Oh yeah, it's not uncommon, how far along is she?"

"I don't know, I'm not 100% positive she's pregnant, I'm just taking a guess, a very accurate guess, but a guess nonetheless."

"Well tell me how it goes," Vinnie said, "Campo and I are heading out."

"See you tomorrow Vin," Pauley said.

"Yeah thanks Vin,"

"Anytime, I hope she's okay."

"She'll be fine, we'll take good care of her," Senior told Vinnie.

"So," they said walking back into the office with Ray, "ready to head home Ray?"

She just nodded; even that look like it took more strength than she could muster. She looked so wore out, no doubt from the drive up there.

"Come on Ray," Paul said wrapping his arm around her waist purposely, he had to confirm his suspicions. When his hand touched the taut skin of her womb, all his suspicions became facts. She flinched when his hand touched her belly; "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head again, again looking like she could drop into a dead faint where she stood. Paul would get her home, find out what was wrong and then call Mark. He wondered if Mark knew about Ray being pregnant.

"Okay, Mikey, drive Ray's car home would ya?"

"Okay pop,"

"And put her in my truck. Pauley are you coming straight home?"

"Come on Ray," he said taking over guiding Ray to the car.

"I'm staying a little later to get some more of this bike done, I'll be home soon,"

"Okay, well stop by the store and get some ginger ale, some crackers, and we'll wait to see what her cravings are."

"No problem pop."

"Okay, I'll see you when you get home."

"I'll be home in like an hour or so," Pauley said.

Paul nodded at him and walked outside to his truck. He took a deep breath, this was a lot more than he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with boys, dealing with a pregnant woman was something he hadn't had to deal with in years.

He climbed in the cab of the truck with his goddaughter, "Okay kiddo," he said, "We are homeward bound."

Ray was deathly silent on the way home. When Paul stole glances at her, she looked like she was staring out into space. Her gray eyes were blank and empty. She barely blinked at all. This was a lot more serious than he was used to. He might have to call for back up.

He looked into his rearview and saw Mikey following close behind in Ray's car. It was times like this he was really glad he raised good kids.

They arrived back at the Tuetel house in record time.

"Mikey, take her stuff up to the guest room," Paul said as he helped Ray out of the cab.

"Okay Pop," Mikey said heaving the suitcase over his shoulder dragging the other behind him. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"Okay Mikey, stay close by, your brother is going to need your help soon, I sent him to the store to get some stuff for Ray,"

Mikey nodded on his way up the steps. He was concerned for Ray. This was not the same vibrant, energetic, girl that had them all fooled into thinking that she was a boy just a few months ago. Not the same jokester that hid his glasses and his brother's car keys. This was not god sister. So what the hell was wrong with her to make her act like this?

Paul sat Ray down on the couch in the living room. She still hadn't so much as blinked in his direction since they had left the shop. It was as if she was on auto pilot. One of those deals where the lights are on but no ones home.

"Okay Ray," he said sitting down in front of her, "tell Uncle Paul all about it?"

For the first time she blinked. Her gray eyes seemed to have come to life then. Then they died again. "Nothing,"

"It has to be something to make you drive all the way here to New York, now what's wrong?"

She just blinked at him. Paul didn't like this, the death in her eyes was back, and it scared him. He wasn't going to get anywhere like this.

"Is it Mark?"

She shook her head no.

"Is it Shane?"

Her eyes darkened slightly. For a while she said nothing, then out of nowhere she had this burst of emotion.

"It's terrible!" Ray wailed. "It's just terrible."

"What's terrible?" Paul asked.

The conversation went back and forth that way for a little while, he thought it was going to be a lost cause for a little while. She just rocked back and forth saying things were so terrible.

"Ray, honey, if I'm going to help you, I have to know what's so terrible."

"I'm a slut." She screamed finally.

"Oh honey," he coaxed, what had happened that caused this?

"It's true," she said, "I'm a slut."

"Stop that!" he barked. He hadn't meant to yell but he would hear no such. The last thing his goddaughter was, was a slut. "Now you are not a slut." Her eyes grew wide with fear, "Now you just stop that," he said a little softer.

"It's true."

"It isn't, now stop saying that Ravyn." He hadn't used her whole name since he knew her but she was leaving him with very little choice.

"Yes I am, I was dating one man while getting knocked up with another man's baby. I'm a whore," she screamed. "I'm unclean," she said and then she went for her belly. "I'm unclean and so is this baby." She started hitting herself in the belly.

Paul jumped up as quickly as his three hundred-pound frame, he quickly pinned her hands at her side. "Michael!" he screamed as he tried to hold the flailing girl down.

"What's wrong pop?" he said running down the steps.

"I need your help, you're going to have to help me pin her down."

"What's the matter with her pop?"

"She's pregnant and then she just started hitting her stomach like a mad woman."

Michael climbed behind her pinning her arms at her sides rocking her back and forth, "Shhhh," he coaxed.

Paul had never been more proud of his son than he was right then as he watched him calm this hysterical girl.

"It's okay Ray, it's okay." Mikey said to her, "Everything is going to be okay, we're here to help." Finally Ray fell asleep.

"Where did you learn that?" Paul asked as they waited for Pauley.

"In school. When you pin them down they feel helpless and then they panic further and they end up hurting themselves."

Paul shrugged, it made sense.

"She's in bad shape pop."

"I know son, I wonder does Mark know?"

"I don't know."

"I'll call him a little later, first I have to calm down."

"Good idea."

How was he going to tell his friend that his daughter was losing her mind? He would have to think of something soon, he looked at Ray's erratic sleep pattern, very, very soon.