THE ANIMAL:- BY NAME OR NATURE?

By Kirsty Gooch.

Chapter 3: REPROCUSSIONS.

DISCLAIMER:

Ok, you know the deal I don't own Batista, I only own Kirsty and the Idea, I don't even own the computer that I am writing this on!Thanks to everyone who has given me feed back it has helped me in realising this dream, thanks for the support! This chapter has attempted suicide in it. Here we go, this is the last chapter, I hope that this is liked by everyone. Thanks to huntersgirl and AnGelBaBii, for there support. Sorry if it ends abruptly, but I wanted to end it on a high.

'Why didn't I stop him?'

She fell to the bed. Tears flowed freely now. She pulled the sheets around her. She felt the pain, the pain of being alone, the pain of being scared, the pain of the bruising. The pain of Dave not being there with her.

'I love you, Dave Batista, you know that. My knight in Shinning armour!'

"My savor!" She mumbled into the pillow.

Dave made his way to his car, as he went to drive off, he looked up at the bedroom window.

'How did I let it get this far!'

He got in the driving seat and drove off.

Kirsty got up, she watched him drove off, the gravel kicked up. She pounded at the windows, she started to scream and shout, and kick, she was getting angry.

"THE STUPID BASTARD BROKE HIS WORD! HE SAID THAT HE WOULDN'T HURT ME! TOLD ME HE WAS DIFFERENT!" She shouted, her screams turned to sobs, she slid down the window, tears cascaded over her face.

Kirsty must have fallen asleep, because when she looked at the alarm clock it was 2:30am. She got up, and walked to the bathroom, she looked at the mirror that Dave hadn't broken. The bruise was still there, but had faded. Her eyes were just as faded, not the brilliant emerald green that they had been when she first met Dave, now they were just dull, empty green. She lent against the mirror and cried remembering how she had come to meet Dave.

It was 4 years ago, she had been working in the hospital he was sent to after he had had a ring accident. She was his nurse. "Well,Nurse. What is the diagnose?" He asked as she fiddled with some drips. "Um, not much, a concussion, and um some torn ligaments. And my name is Kirsty, Sir." She said, writing on his charts. "Any idea how long is it going to be until I get this sorted? Kirsty." He asked. Kirsty sat at the edge of the bed. "You know that I could get into a lot of trouble if I tell you this, but I think that I should. It will depend, you are going to have a operation in about an hours time, and then you will have to have physio, be on crutches, and then there we go. So all in all about 6-8 weeks you should be better, barring any unfortunate incidents, we should be ok." Kirsty said. Dave smiled, he took her hand. "I know that you can't see me when I am a patient here, but after wards, can we may be go for a drink, or something?" Dave asked. Kirsty smiled. "I'll hold you to that!", she said. "Now if you don't mind, I'll be back before you op, ok?" She smiled and walked away.

She smiled at the reflection in the mirror. Her mind went back to that date.

Dave had taken her to a flash restaurant in Upper New York. "So, what made you come over here?" He asked as he cut into his steak. She smiled. "Um, I guess that I was fed up with the UK, and I wanted something better for me. So I came here for a selfish reason." She said. Dave smiled. He reached out for her hand.

Kirsty snapped herself out of it. She looked at herself in the mirror. "You cant put yourself, Dave or this little baby through this. It's not fair on anybody." She said, she washed her face, and pulled her long black hair into a ponytail. She walked over to the table and pulled out a sheet of paper. She sat there writing. After a few moments she sealed the envelope. She then picked up her phone and started to text Dave. 'I'm sorry for all the pain that I am gonna cause with what I am about to do, but I love you so much, that I couldn't go anymore.' Send.

Dave's phone beeped, he pulled over and read the text. Suddenly the realisation of what had happened dawned on him. He turned his car around and drove off, back towards their house, he started to pray and hope, he grabbed the phone and dialed a number. He waited and waited. "Come on, Come on Kirsty pick up the phone."

Kirsty sat there, the razor in her hand, the blood slowly trickling down her wrists, as her tears fell. She heard the phone ring. Before she began dizzy and lightheaded she picked it up.

"Kirsty?"

"Dave? I'm sorry."

"No, I am. I didn't mean to hit you. You shocked me. I never meant to make you think that I was like you dad. Can you forgive me?"

"Yeah, can you forgive me?"

Silence.

"Dave? Please. Forgive... Me." Kirsty said, her voice was sounding more distant.

"KIRSTY! Keep talking to me, ok, keep your eyes open. Sweetie, I'm gonna get to you." Dave said.

"I...am...sorry, Dave. I love you." She said her breath slowing.

Dave listened. "Kirsty?" He said, there was no reply.

Dave quickly pulled up at their house. He raced into the bed room, he was greeted by a slumped figure, he fell to his knees, and gently traced his fingers on her neck, a faint pulse. He dragged her down, he picked up the phone.

"Operator? Which service do you require?"

"Ambulance."

"Ok sir, I'll put you through."

"Ambulance, how can I help you?"

"My partner has slit her wrists. She is pregnant."

"Ok, sir where are you?"

Dave gave all the details, and was now waiting. He kept his hands over the towels covering her wrists. "Come on, Kirsty. I love you you know that. You can't leave me no, not now. I was coming back, I realised something. I want you, and I want this little baby." He said cradling his partner.

After what seemed like forever the Ambulance came, Dave let them do the work, as they gently placed her on the stretcher he took her hand and walked with her to the Ambulance. He kept hold of her until they arrived.

At the Hospital he was moved into the relatives room. He stood there waiting. The hours slowly ticked by, he looked out of the window, a rain storm took over the skies of New York City. He laughed. "She loves the rain!" He said, as a doctor walked into the room.

"Mr. Batista?" He said. Dave turned.

After explain things to him, the Doctor showed him to a side room. Dave sighed, Kirsty was laying there pale, and weakened, she had tubes and stitches on her. He walked over and lifted up her hand. "Kirsty? Please?" He said.

After what seemed like forever, "Dave?" A weak voice said. Dave opened his eyes. "Kirsty?" A smile formed on both their faces.

"Look at her!" Dave said, as he held Kirsty in her arms. "Takes after her dad!" Kirsty said as the two of them watched their little girl race around the garden. Dave spun her around. He kissed her on the lips. "What would have happened if you hadn't have text me? I might have lose the two best things that have ever happened to me, and I wouldn't be expecting my little boy either would I?" Dave said, pushing Kirsty's hair away from her face.

"I love you Mr. Batista."

"I love you too, Mrs. Batista."

"'Do you, Dave, take Kirsty to be your Lawful, wedded wife?' Dave looked at Kirsty. He took her hand 'I do'. A small smile grew across her face. 'And do you Kirsty, take Dave, to be your lawful, wedded husband?'. Kirsty looked at him. 'Yes, I do.' The rev. looked at them. 'Well, With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the Bride.'

Dave and Kirsty have now been together for eight years, they have two beautiful children, a little girl named Kia, and a little boy called, Alexis. It was one normal night when Kirsty had asked herself a question that she asked one before, "Animal by name or Nature?" She paused after mumbling the question to herself, she turned around to see her family sitting there. "By name."