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He had stayed away from her for weeks and she was still haunting his dreams. He hadn't made fun of her in weeks, and every night she kept coming to him in his dreams. He wasn't safe when he was sleeping, and the bloodshot eyes proved how much he was trying to avoid it.

"Chris are you alright?" He turned around to face her. Since when did she care how he was? He saw the look of concern in his eyes.

"Why do you care, Princess?" He shot back, his voice full of venom.

She winced at the name, instantly making him regret what he said. She was not the reason these dreams haunted his dreams.

He just recently took a liking to calling her Princess. He decided it was much more fitting. Not only was she The Princess of the wrestling business, but she was also the Princess of his career. She was almost ruling his life, and he had never felt so out of control before. She was why he was not sleeping, and all day he decided where to go in hopes he would not run into her.

Now it wasn't so much he hated her. If you asked him a month ago, he would have said he hated her with a passion. Now, he tolerated her more. Occasionally he would hate her because of his lack of sleep, even blamed it on her at times. But the dreams weren't her fault, and not harassing her everyday kind of lifted his hate for her.

"Chris, if you really need help, you can always give me a call," she handed him a card with her number. "And please get some sleep. Its no fun harassing you if your tired."

She walked away leaving him in awe. She was actually nice. And he got her number. What in the hell was going on? He looked down at the little piece of paper. She probably thought he was on drugs. He scowled. Yeah she could help him, if she just got the hell out of his head.

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The day went by quickly, Chris didn't run into Stephanie again, which he was thankful. He still had her number in his pocket, wondering if it will ever be used. He took it out wondering what she was thinking when she gave it to him and set it next to the phone. Like hell it would be used.

His stared at his television, like every night wondering, and avoiding the dreams, and even more, the person in them, until he finally drifted off again to see her. She smiled and slowly undressed herself.

"Chris…" She said, sounding very inviting. She unbuttoned his shirt and slowly took it off. She lightly trailed kisses down his chest until she reached the top of his pants. She looked up, almost in question at him.

Chris willingly undressed himself the rest of the way. She grabbed his hand and walked toward the shower. He noticed the steam all around his bathroom from the hot water she must have already ran for him. "Its not as hot without you," She said giving him her puppy eyes before opening his glass shower doors, and leading him inside.

He willingly followed her, watching the water drip down her body.

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Chris woke up, the same as every night, panting heavy. He looked at the clock. He had only been asleep for two hours. Two in the morning. He cursed himself finally allowing himself to try and get to the bottom of this. He found the little piece of paper with her number on it, and dialed it. It rang a couple of times.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Stephanie, look, I don't know who the hell you think you are but, you need to get the hell out of my head." Chris said all in one breath. He didn't care if he woke her up at two in the morning. If he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon then neither was she.

Before she could speak he continued. "I cannot get you out of my head and to be quite frank you aren't supposed to be there and I don't want you there."

"Chris--" She interrupted him.

"No, let me finish!" He yelled. "I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes I see you, and as romantic as that may sound, I don't want you there, you don't want to be there, and it needs to just… just go away!"

"Chris!" she yelled back.

"What?"

"I am so glad you called. I knew out of everyone you might catch on," she said.

It took him a minute to digest what she had said. Catch on to what? He realized that her voice was full of panic and fear. And she had been crying.

He was suddenly hit with fear. He had never seen her weak before. Try as it may, he had always seen her brave in the face of danger. She had been smart to run when she destined to fail, but he had never seen her cry. Not once. He had never seen her give up enough to cry. Crying meant losing dignity, and losing pride. She had never let someone take that away from her. But now, she cried to him.

"Chris, Hunter won't let me leave the house. He abuses me and blames me for everyone of his lost matches. He monitors my phone calls making sure I don't make any outgoing calls. If he knew I was talking to you, I would be dead. I am not allowed to talk about this at work, and no one ever calls here for me," She said sobbing.

Chris' eyes widened. She gave him her number as a call for help, hoping and prying he would call. Hoping he would help her because no one else even knew what was going on.

She let out a little whimper. "Chris, he's sleeping now. I need help," She said with one last sob before he heard a thud and a yell from Hunter. Then the line went dead.

a/n: Cliffhanger, hahaha. Tell me what you think. Hit the little review button please!