Dave walked to the phone in the living room wondering who would call at this time of night. He especially did not want to wake up Christy who was now in a state of shock. He slowly picked up the phone and before he could even say hello he heard a familiar voice.

"Oh my gosh is she ok Dave!"

"She's ok Trish. She just needs time to rest and think about what's been happening to her."

"I'm sorry, I just needed to know."

"It's ok. You can tell that she's scared and lonely. Whenever I look into her eyes I can see the fear inside of her. And whenever I walk past her room, I sense something is wrong, way wrong. I don't know what to do."

"I'm sure she'll come around some time Dave, just for now be cautious."

"I gotcha. Good-bye Trish."

He hung up the phone then, before Trish could say another word. From the living room, he walked to the front door. He opened it up slightly and shook his head. He couldn't leave Christy for longer than a minute so why bother to even go outside. But Dave wanted so bad to get some fresh air so he opened the door again, and this time, he opened it all the way. Feeling the cool wind blow gently on his face, he took a step out of the house and was outside.

He had forgotten the smell of the roses. Good lord, he had even forgotten what it felt like to have the wind blow. He'd been stuck up in his house for so long of a time it wasn't even funny.

He went out onto the grass and sat down. He felt and urge just to lay down on the ground so he put his head on the soft grass and looked up at the stars. He remembered before, when he was younger and a little boy, he used to look up at the stars every night, praying to God that somehow a shooting star would fly by. He felt the need to make a wish for his mother. He wanted to know that she would be safe from his father, her husband.

Dave cringed just at the thought of hearing her screams. What in God's name did she ever do to deserve the beating her husband gave her? Nothing, absolutely nothing. That's why when Dave got into the wrestling industry, he took his mom from her home and moved her into his aunt's house in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. She would be safe there, he just knew it.

Dave sat up feeling the tears burning in his eyes. He was a grown man, and yet he cried over his past memories. It was hard for him not to. But he felt the need to. He rubbed the tears from his eyes and tried to think of more positive things.

"Why are you crying?" He heard a soft whisper.

"I'm not, I just got a little dirt in my eyes."

"It's a little late to be out here don't you think?"

"I guess you're right."

When he felt her cold, bony hands touch his face he shivered. He looked up into her icy blue eyes and frowned. He could tell that she had not gotten much sleep at all. He looked at the way her wavy red hair fell to her shoulders, some going below them. From the look of it, she seemed to not have brushed her hair for a times being. He sighed, and grabbed her arm softly.

"It's alright Dave, I'm not fragile."

"I just don't want to hurt you Christy, like he did."

"Nobody will ever hurt me like he did, Dave."

He saw her face suddenly scrunch up and once again he looked into those icy blue eyes of hers. He was hypnotized by the defiance he saw in them, the courage to keep going on with her life. But then he could see beyond that. The fear and pain of knowing that someday the man who ruined her life could come back and haunt her forever. Then, he saw a little glimpse of happiness that she held inside, ready for it to burst out. But it couldn't. And it wouldn't for a long time to come.

Dave put her hand in his and motioned for her to sit. She did so and he looked at her again. He suddenly noticed how her features were. She was pale, and her face seemed more bony than it ever had been. Under her eyes, he noticed there were black sacks beneath them that made her look twice as old as she was. She looked ill.

"Why aren't you in bed?" It wasn't Dave who had asked the question, it had been Christy.

"I should be the one asking that Christy."

"I was in bed. Then I woke up and felt that something was wrong. And I soon found out that you were gone, so that's why I came out here."

"You should be in bed."

"I know."

"You need to start getting out of that room more often. You look terrible. No offense."

Christy laughed and nodded he head. "I have to agree with that. I do look terrible."

"Yet you're still as gorgeous as you can be."

Dave blushed, noticing he had said that out loud. He could see Christy smiling out of the corner of his eye and he grinned. "It's true though. As horrible as you look, you're beautiful. I guess that didn't make sense." Dave blushed again.

"It did Dave. I got it completely."

"Ok then. We both should be off to bed. It's gonna be a big day tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?"

"We're going to take a vacation."

"A vacation? Dave where are we going to go to?"

Dave smiled a mischievous smile and said, "Cape Cod."

"And why exactly are we going there?"

"To see my mother."

Dave got up and, to Christy's surprise, he picked her up in his arms and walked to the front door. He opened up the door and put her down. He stood there, thinking as she watched him. He suddenly yelled yes, making Christy laugh.

"What are you so happy about?"

"I'm gonna invite some friends to come along if you don't mind."

"Like who?"

"You'll see."


A/N: Well, I just noticed that I haven't updated this for a while so I decided to update it today. LoL…well I think I'm going to start up another story, and I don't know what it's going to be called yet but I have the plot down and everything else. I'm just going to say that's it's like Romeo and Juliet, except for in a different way. Also different because it's in the WWE. I'll update this story as soon as I can. But I can't promise that it will be this month hahaha. Good day to you all. Oh and TheAngryPrincess13, I'm planning to put many new people in the coming chapters.