Christy quietly told Lita to leave the room. She did so, leaving Keith and Christy all alone.
"What do you want Keith?"
He looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes and spoke to her, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You always do Keith. You don't give a damn about me!"
"What did you say," he yelled and ran to her. He grabbed her wrists and tightly held onto them.
"Keith, please let go of me!"
"When we get home I'll be sure to wash that mouth of yours out with soap!"
She looked at him intently. She could feel her eyes get all tearful. Her wrists hurt horribly where he was grasping onto them.
"Please let go."
"God dammit! No Christy! You deserve treatment like this! You're nothing but a rotten whore!"
She couldn't hold them back. They just started spilling out of her eyes. How could he treat her like this? When they had first gotten together, he was the sweetest man in the world.
Flashback
"Oh, I'm sorry miss. I should've been watching where I was going."
His curly brown hair reflected the rays of the sun as well as his smile. His smile could make you melt. And those dark, chocolate brown eyes were like little pools of heaven.
"Pardon me, but do you happen to know how to get to Tampa? I've never been in Florida before and I have a show to do tonight. Oh, sorry but I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Christy Hemme."
"That's why you looked so familiar! I know exactly who you are. I'm such a big fan of wrestling."
"Oh, well if you can help me find Tampa then I might just be able to get you a free ticket to tonight's show."
"That would be absolutely wonderful!"
"You're so nice to be helping me."
End Flashback
That night, they had gone on a date and had been together ever since. Now, Christy realized how big of a mistake she had made. She was sure he had cheated on her whenever she had gone to do shows, and that's also when the drinking had started. He drank all the time when she was off in some other state. Sometimes, when she was home, he would still drink.
It got to the point that he got so drunk, he forced her to have sex with him. He even hit her if he saw her hanging out with one of her guy friends. Now, she was all alone and nobody could help her.
"I beg you Keith, I beg of you," she said. Her sobs made it not as clear, but he could still hear her.
"Why should I even dare, huh? I know what you do when I'm not with you! You're a slut and you can't save yourself for me! No, you have to go off and get some other guy!"
He had hit her. Then and there, he had hit her. She let out a silent cry for help though she knew nobody could hear her. Then she looked at him. All the anger that had just been inside of him had been replaced sorrowfulness. He started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"No, no, no baby it's ok."
"You make me want to hurt you, Christy! Why, why?"
"No I don't sweetie. You're gonna be fine. Sh, you're gonna be fine."
She embraced him and then looked into his eyes. "Why do you blame me?"
"Becauseā¦" He got cut off.
"What the hell happened in here," yelled Batista.
"Nothing, Dave, nothing."
"Then can you tell me why you have a humungous red mark on your face, in the shape of a fist?"
"Please Dave, trust in me."
"You have my trust Christy, it's just him that I can't trust!"
He lunged forward and started to beat the hell out of Keith. Keith was too weak and couldn't fight back. It was a horrific sight to witness.
"Stop it!!!! Please, just stop it!"
"But Christy, he hurt you."
"I know Dave, but please don't hurt him. He isn't worth it."
"I can't have him here near you. Make him leave, please."
"I can't, Dave. He's my boyfriend."
"He sure as hell doesn't make a good one!"
"He can't help it Dave. It's not his fault."
"And what would you like me to believe, that it's your fault?"
She slowly nodded her head.
"Damn Christy, don't say that! He's the one who's fault it is!"
"It isn't," she screamed. How could Dave not believe her? It was her fault, after all she was the one who went out with him.
Dave put his hand under her chin and raised her face up to his. "Don't blame yourself Christy."
He picked her up and took her out of the room blocking out the calls from the nurse to bring her back. He couldn't leave her here. He'd hurt her even more. He was going to take her to his house, where Keithcouldn't find her.
