Disclaimer: It's in chapter one - but come on, yall know the drill! :-)
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Chapter Three
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Andrew and Stacy arrived at the hotel about fifteen minutes later. Andrew didn't touch her as they silently walked to their hotel room. Andrew was about a foot and a half in front of her, and Stacy was walking with her head down.
"Stacy..." The blonde stopped in her tracks and spoke without turning her head.
"Hi Adam." She spoke softly, her head still hung low. He walked up to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him.
"Please Stacy, please, just listen to me." He said, not taking his eyes off of her tired face. Stacy looked up and met his green eyes with her brown ones and felt a spark. "You can trust me. I swear, I would never hurt you. I just want to help you, to be here for you." He ran his hands down her arms.
"Adam, I-" She started, but was cut off.
"Stacy, come on." Andrew said. He grabbed her wrist and shot Adam a glare, before walking quickly to the elevators with Stacy walking quickly behind him. As he pressed the button for the 'up' elevator, Stacy looked towards Adam. He was staring after her.
He could see fear in her eyes of what was soon to come.
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Adam slowly made his way to his room, which was just a few doors down from Stacy and Andrew's. He was supposed to be sharing it with Chris - but, unsurprisingly - he'd gone to Stephanie McMahon's room, as he normally did. Adam expected him to be back around one in the morning, if he came back that night at all. Adam slid his key card through the reader on the door and walked into his dark room. He could see Chris's open suitcase at the foot of the first bed in the room, and his was sitting, still zipped, at the foot of the second. His laptop case was sitting on his bed. He sighed. Stacy was still on his mind. Hell, Stacy was always on his mind. It made him so angry to think of all of the things Andrew was doing to her...verbally abusing her...beating her...knowing Andrew, he was probably raping her, too.
"Dammit!" Adam growled, punching the wall in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so enraged. He didn't even notice that his knuckles had begun to bleed. He sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands.
"I will talk to her tomorrow. I'll make her see that she can trust me." Adam said to himself.
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"Andrew, stop!" Stacy said in a whisper, backing up to the wall. After Andrew had locked Stacy in their room, he had gone to the hotel bar. Stacy could smell the whiskey on his breath when he came back to their room an hour later. He reeked of it.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you dirty slut." Andrew slurred as he reached up, the back of his hand connecting with her cheek hard. Stacy lost her balance and fell into the wall behind her. Andrew grabbed her roughly around the waist and jerked her to him. He forced his lips onto her - hard. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. She tried to push herself away from him, but her petite frame was no match for his muscular one. She whimpered against his lips as he jerked her towards the bed. She could feel his swollen member against her leg through his pants. Andrew shoved her onto the bed and took his shirt off before climbing on top of the blonde. She raised her small fists and began to beat on his chest, trying with all of her might to get him off of her. He just laughed in his drunken amusement and forced her shirt and bra off of her. Her arms immediately snapped to her chest, covering her exposed breasts. Andrew grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he roughly kissed her again. He worked her out of her pants and panties, and somehow in the midst of this had gotten out of his pants and boxers as well. Without a word - and without a condom - he forced himself inside of her. Stacy screamed out in pain as he forcefully raped her. She began to sob loudly, and Andrew just moaned, as if he didn't even hear her.
"Help me!" Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs as he quickened his pace. "Please! Someone, help me!!"
"There...is no one...to help...you." Andrew panted as he finished and pulled out of her.
At least, Andrew thought there was no one to help her.
Adam, though, could hear Stacy's shrill cries from his room. He was only two, maybe three rooms away from her. He immediately exited his room.
'I'll kill him.' He thought as he approached Stacy and Andrew's room in a rage. He began pouding loudly on the door.
"Open the door now, Andrew! Open the fucking door!" He yelled, continuing to pound on the door. Stacy was curled up on the bed, a sheet wrapped around her, silent tears flowing down her face. Andrew had slipped his boxers on and Stacy could tell he was about to pass out from the sex and all of the alcohol in his system.
"What the hell do you want?" Andrew called in a slurred voice.
"Open the door. Now." Adam replied in a deathly calm voice. Andrew rolled his eyes and stumbled to the door, unlocking and opening it.
"What?" He snapped, seeing Adam. Without a word, Adam reached back and punched Andrew in the face as hard as he could. Andrew's eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Adam nudged him so that he could close the door on the way out and hurried to Stacy.
"Stace...oh God, Stacy..." He said, seeing the state she was in. The beautiful girl was curled in a fetal position, wrapped in a thin white sheet. He could see rows upon rows of tear stains on her cheeks. She was stairing straight ahead.
"He..." She started, her voice cracking. "He raped me! He raped me, Adam!" The last part came out a whisper before she began to silently sob. Adam froze.
"Oh, Stacy..." He gently said before reaching down and picking the petite blonde up. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder, as he carried her out of the room. The door closed behind him as he carried the sobbing Diva back to his room. He locked the door as soon as they got inside, then carried Stacy over to his bed, laying her down gently. Her tears had finally subsided, and she looked at him with such pain in her eyes.
"He's been hitting me, Adam. He's hit me, he's abused me in any way that he can. He's going to kill me, Adam." Shaking his head, Adam sat down on the floor so that he was eye-level with her.
"No, Stacy, he's not. I won't let him. You're staying with me from now on. Chris is going to have to stay with Jay, or Stephanie, or someone else, but from now on, I am never, ever letting you leave my sight. I hate seeing you like this, Stace. It's breaking my heart. You don't know how bad I want to go back to that hotel room right now and murder Andrew. He is the lowest scum on this earth to turn this beautiful, smart, bubbly, funny, amazing girl into one filled with fear and dread and emptiness. You don't deserve that, Stacy. You deserve so much more." Adam told her, his voice full of sincerity as he took her hand in his gently.
"Why are you doing this, Adam?" She asked. He could hint hope in her voice, and figured Andrew must have been doing this much longer than he thought. He was slowly destroying this woman from the inside out. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because I care about you, Stacy. I always have." He whispered. She looked at him, and for the first time in weeks, he saw an actual smile on her face.
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Later that night, after he had found Stacy an oversized t-shirt and a pair of his old boxers, he went back into her room to gather her things. He had taken the key card off of the bedside table when he got her earlier. He slid the card through the reader and entered the room silently. Andrew was passed out in the bed. Adam rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom, gathering all of Stacy's things from in there. He then put everything that he knew was hers back into her suitcase and zipped it up. He threw the key card onto Andrew's sleeping figure and walked out of the room. Stacy was sitting up against the headboard, a pillow propped behind her back. She looked up at Adam as he walked back into the room, her suitcase in hand.
"Adam, you don't have to do all of this for me." Stacy said softly. Adam smiled at her.
"I know I don't have to. I want to." He said.
'Yeah...and because I'm in love with you.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, the phone rang, snapping Adam out of his daze.
"Hello?" He spoke into the reciever after picking it up.
"Hey man, it's Chris. I'm staying in Stephanie's room tonight." He spoke. Adam could tell he was smiling.
"That's cool. Chris, I need to talk to you about something. Do you think you could stay with Steph from now on? Stacy's gonna stay with me." He knew that Chris would figure the situation out.
"Yeah man, that's fine."
"Thanks so much. I'll see you tomorrow." Adam said before hanging up the phone. He looked over at Stacy and saw that she had fallen asleep. A long strand of her blonde hair had fallen into her face, and the light from the bedside lamp seemed to make her radiate - like an angel. With a smile, Adam slipped into the other bed and turned the light out. He was finally able to rest easy, knowing Stacy was right beside him.
He knew she was safe.
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Chapter Three
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Andrew and Stacy arrived at the hotel about fifteen minutes later. Andrew didn't touch her as they silently walked to their hotel room. Andrew was about a foot and a half in front of her, and Stacy was walking with her head down.
"Stacy..." The blonde stopped in her tracks and spoke without turning her head.
"Hi Adam." She spoke softly, her head still hung low. He walked up to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him.
"Please Stacy, please, just listen to me." He said, not taking his eyes off of her tired face. Stacy looked up and met his green eyes with her brown ones and felt a spark. "You can trust me. I swear, I would never hurt you. I just want to help you, to be here for you." He ran his hands down her arms.
"Adam, I-" She started, but was cut off.
"Stacy, come on." Andrew said. He grabbed her wrist and shot Adam a glare, before walking quickly to the elevators with Stacy walking quickly behind him. As he pressed the button for the 'up' elevator, Stacy looked towards Adam. He was staring after her.
He could see fear in her eyes of what was soon to come.
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Adam slowly made his way to his room, which was just a few doors down from Stacy and Andrew's. He was supposed to be sharing it with Chris - but, unsurprisingly - he'd gone to Stephanie McMahon's room, as he normally did. Adam expected him to be back around one in the morning, if he came back that night at all. Adam slid his key card through the reader on the door and walked into his dark room. He could see Chris's open suitcase at the foot of the first bed in the room, and his was sitting, still zipped, at the foot of the second. His laptop case was sitting on his bed. He sighed. Stacy was still on his mind. Hell, Stacy was always on his mind. It made him so angry to think of all of the things Andrew was doing to her...verbally abusing her...beating her...knowing Andrew, he was probably raping her, too.
"Dammit!" Adam growled, punching the wall in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so enraged. He didn't even notice that his knuckles had begun to bleed. He sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands.
"I will talk to her tomorrow. I'll make her see that she can trust me." Adam said to himself.
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"Andrew, stop!" Stacy said in a whisper, backing up to the wall. After Andrew had locked Stacy in their room, he had gone to the hotel bar. Stacy could smell the whiskey on his breath when he came back to their room an hour later. He reeked of it.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you dirty slut." Andrew slurred as he reached up, the back of his hand connecting with her cheek hard. Stacy lost her balance and fell into the wall behind her. Andrew grabbed her roughly around the waist and jerked her to him. He forced his lips onto her - hard. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. She tried to push herself away from him, but her petite frame was no match for his muscular one. She whimpered against his lips as he jerked her towards the bed. She could feel his swollen member against her leg through his pants. Andrew shoved her onto the bed and took his shirt off before climbing on top of the blonde. She raised her small fists and began to beat on his chest, trying with all of her might to get him off of her. He just laughed in his drunken amusement and forced her shirt and bra off of her. Her arms immediately snapped to her chest, covering her exposed breasts. Andrew grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he roughly kissed her again. He worked her out of her pants and panties, and somehow in the midst of this had gotten out of his pants and boxers as well. Without a word - and without a condom - he forced himself inside of her. Stacy screamed out in pain as he forcefully raped her. She began to sob loudly, and Andrew just moaned, as if he didn't even hear her.
"Help me!" Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs as he quickened his pace. "Please! Someone, help me!!"
"There...is no one...to help...you." Andrew panted as he finished and pulled out of her.
At least, Andrew thought there was no one to help her.
Adam, though, could hear Stacy's shrill cries from his room. He was only two, maybe three rooms away from her. He immediately exited his room.
'I'll kill him.' He thought as he approached Stacy and Andrew's room in a rage. He began pouding loudly on the door.
"Open the door now, Andrew! Open the fucking door!" He yelled, continuing to pound on the door. Stacy was curled up on the bed, a sheet wrapped around her, silent tears flowing down her face. Andrew had slipped his boxers on and Stacy could tell he was about to pass out from the sex and all of the alcohol in his system.
"What the hell do you want?" Andrew called in a slurred voice.
"Open the door. Now." Adam replied in a deathly calm voice. Andrew rolled his eyes and stumbled to the door, unlocking and opening it.
"What?" He snapped, seeing Adam. Without a word, Adam reached back and punched Andrew in the face as hard as he could. Andrew's eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Adam nudged him so that he could close the door on the way out and hurried to Stacy.
"Stace...oh God, Stacy..." He said, seeing the state she was in. The beautiful girl was curled in a fetal position, wrapped in a thin white sheet. He could see rows upon rows of tear stains on her cheeks. She was stairing straight ahead.
"He..." She started, her voice cracking. "He raped me! He raped me, Adam!" The last part came out a whisper before she began to silently sob. Adam froze.
"Oh, Stacy..." He gently said before reaching down and picking the petite blonde up. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder, as he carried her out of the room. The door closed behind him as he carried the sobbing Diva back to his room. He locked the door as soon as they got inside, then carried Stacy over to his bed, laying her down gently. Her tears had finally subsided, and she looked at him with such pain in her eyes.
"He's been hitting me, Adam. He's hit me, he's abused me in any way that he can. He's going to kill me, Adam." Shaking his head, Adam sat down on the floor so that he was eye-level with her.
"No, Stacy, he's not. I won't let him. You're staying with me from now on. Chris is going to have to stay with Jay, or Stephanie, or someone else, but from now on, I am never, ever letting you leave my sight. I hate seeing you like this, Stace. It's breaking my heart. You don't know how bad I want to go back to that hotel room right now and murder Andrew. He is the lowest scum on this earth to turn this beautiful, smart, bubbly, funny, amazing girl into one filled with fear and dread and emptiness. You don't deserve that, Stacy. You deserve so much more." Adam told her, his voice full of sincerity as he took her hand in his gently.
"Why are you doing this, Adam?" She asked. He could hint hope in her voice, and figured Andrew must have been doing this much longer than he thought. He was slowly destroying this woman from the inside out. "Why do you care so much?"
"Because I care about you, Stacy. I always have." He whispered. She looked at him, and for the first time in weeks, he saw an actual smile on her face.
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Later that night, after he had found Stacy an oversized t-shirt and a pair of his old boxers, he went back into her room to gather her things. He had taken the key card off of the bedside table when he got her earlier. He slid the card through the reader and entered the room silently. Andrew was passed out in the bed. Adam rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom, gathering all of Stacy's things from in there. He then put everything that he knew was hers back into her suitcase and zipped it up. He threw the key card onto Andrew's sleeping figure and walked out of the room. Stacy was sitting up against the headboard, a pillow propped behind her back. She looked up at Adam as he walked back into the room, her suitcase in hand.
"Adam, you don't have to do all of this for me." Stacy said softly. Adam smiled at her.
"I know I don't have to. I want to." He said.
'Yeah...and because I'm in love with you.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, the phone rang, snapping Adam out of his daze.
"Hello?" He spoke into the reciever after picking it up.
"Hey man, it's Chris. I'm staying in Stephanie's room tonight." He spoke. Adam could tell he was smiling.
"That's cool. Chris, I need to talk to you about something. Do you think you could stay with Steph from now on? Stacy's gonna stay with me." He knew that Chris would figure the situation out.
"Yeah man, that's fine."
"Thanks so much. I'll see you tomorrow." Adam said before hanging up the phone. He looked over at Stacy and saw that she had fallen asleep. A long strand of her blonde hair had fallen into her face, and the light from the bedside lamp seemed to make her radiate - like an angel. With a smile, Adam slipped into the other bed and turned the light out. He was finally able to rest easy, knowing Stacy was right beside him.
He knew she was safe.
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