Chapter 02:
Stacy entered her hotel room with a smile permanently plastered on her pretty, young face. Grabbing her cellular phone, she dialed her best friend's number.
Riiing! Riiing!
"Hello?" answered a familiar voice.
"Amy?"
"Stacy! How are you, girl?" the redhead asked.
"I'm good. Thanks. What about you? How's your knee?"
"It's getting better. Hopefully I'll be back right away."
"Yeah…me, too. I miss having you around. Listen…sorry to call so late. But I just wanted to tell you that I came from the carnival with Randy a while ago… and that he and I are officially together." Stacy told her closest friend with a smile.
"Are you serious! Well, congratulations, hun! I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks, Ames. I am really happy. I don't recall being this happy when I was with Andrew or Scott. Even when they used to treat me right."
"Well, of course, Stace. I think Randy's different. And I'm glad he makes you happy. You take care of yourself, alright?"
"I will. Anyway, I gotta go. Hope to see you soon, Ames."
"Alright. Good night, Stace. Dream of your Prince Charming tonight." Amy teased as Stacy giggled.
"I will. Bye, Amy. Love yah!"
"Love yah, too. Mwah!"
And with that, Stacy hung up and placed her cellular phone on the bedside table. Sighing, she grabbed her sleeping clothes and ambled towards the bathroom where she took a shower and got ready for bed.
…
Riiing! Riiing!
The sudden sound of his phone made Randy hit his head hard under the king-sized bed where he accidentally dropped the remote control of the TV.
Grabbing his phone, "Hello?" he answered, rubbing his sore cranium.
"Yo Orton."
"Amy?"
"Yupyup."
"Ummm…hey! Is there anything I can do for you?" Randy asked, checking the time on the digital clock. 12:49, it read.
"Actually, yeah. Stacy just called me up. Told me that you guys are officially together."
This made Randy smile. "Well…that's true!" he said in a singsong voice.
"Listen, buddy. Stacy is my best friend and I'd do anything to protect her. And right now, you're dating her, which means that I have to talk to you about it." Amy told him. "You hurt her and you're gonna end up like your opponent at Wrestlemania. A deadman." she made clear.
"Look, Amy. That's not going to happen. Because I would never so much as to hurt Stacy, okay? Never in my life would I want to do that to her. She's a great girl and she doesn't deserve that. I mean it."
"Good. We're on the right page, then."
"Yeah. But it was really nice of you to call me and let me know. You're a good friend, Amy."
"I try to be. But I have a few things to tell you about Stacy." The redhead started. "Randy, she's a very fragile person. What Andrew and Scott did to her made me want to send them both to hell. Stacy has a very weak heart. And I also mean that literally." Amy explained.
"What?" Randy asked, quite shocked.
Amy sighed. "Since you're her boyfriend now, I think you have every right to know seeing as I don't think Stacy would be telling you this anytime soon anyway." She began. "Not much people know about this and I think that Stacy would like it if we be discreet. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"A few years back, we found out that there was something wrong with Stacy's heart. It's no biggie, really. But still...you can never be too sure of the human body." Amy elucidated. "Well anyway, Stacy has an enlarged heart, which is the reason why she sometimes has a hard time breathing, gets tired easily and can't wrestle as well as the other divas can."
It took a while for this to process in Randy's head. Not that he was a slow person…but because he couldn't quite believe it although he knew it was true, knowing that it came from Stacy's own best friend. "Oh…I see. Thanks for letting me know, Amy. And don't worry. I'll take good care of her."
"I know you will. So now that you know about her heart problem, don't play with it, okay?" Amy joked.
"I won't." Randy said with a smile.
"Another thing about Stacy is that she's very innocent…very child-like…way too kind for her own being. That's why sometimes, people tend to take advantage of her kindness and abuse her. I don't want that happening, Randy."
"Yeah, I know. Trust me. It won't."
"Good." Amy nodded. "It's funny if you think about it. Her heart's too big and she's way too kind. It all matches." Amy snickered.
This made Randy snicker as well. "Yeah, it does. Well I'm glad you told me all of this."
"I just thought you should know about it. Anyway, I'm going back to bed. See you soon, kid."
And with that, Amy hung up and left Randy to hit the End button on his phone. Grabbing his boxers and shirt, he entered the bathroom, took a bath and hit the bed.
…
The sun was out and bright the next morning as Stacy stretched and yawned aloud. She checked the clock. It was only 9:17. Standing up, she turned the television on and flipped it to Nickelodeon. Heading for the bathroom with clothes in hand, she brushed her teeth, washed her face and took a quick shower. She emerged later dressed in a pair of low-rise jeans and a black tank top. Brushing her hair, she decided to leave it down as she began to put some make up on. Not long, she heard a loud, thundering knock at her door. She hurried to open it, expecting Randy Orton to be standing there but alarm hit her as she realized who was standing right in front of her.
"Well hello there, doll face." The sickening smile of the man she loathed so much greeted her.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed as he pushed her back inside and shut the door, locking it.
"Stacy, Stacy, Stacy. You shouldn't be talking like that to me. I'm your boyfriend, remember?" The large man grabbed her tiny wrist and held it tight.
"You're not my boyfriend! Randy is! I broke up with you months ago! Let go of me!" she ordered, almost pleading.
"Oh I may not be your boyfriend anymore. But I can always use you for my own benefits." The man stated, beginning to ravish Stacy's neck.
"Andrew! Please! Stop this!" Stacy cried as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"Why? I'm having fun." He continued, his hand slowly crawling up her shirt.
"Andrew! No!" Stacy tried stopping him but it was no use for her strength was mismatched against that of Andrew's.
Suddenly, a knock from the door saved Stacy from furthermore actions as Andrew glared at her before whispering, "If you tell anyone about this…especially that wimp boyfriend of yours, I will personally destroy him…then I'll destroy you." He threatened.
Stacy nodded quickly before drying her eyes and fixing her hair. Andrew meanwhile, hid in one of the closets as he watched Stacy run towards the door and answered it.
"Hey baby…" Randy greeted, giving her a quick kiss. He was dressed in a blue shirt and jeans as he entered Stacy's room, holding her hand.
"Hey…" Stacy greeted back, her voice cracking a little. Randy noticed this as he eyed his girlfriend.
"Are you okay? You look a little…pale." He said, his voice full of concern and suspicion.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little…cold."
"Awww…let me fix that for you." He said, pulling Stacy in for a hug. "Is that better?"
Stacy smiled. Everything seemed so right when she was just in Randy's arms. She felt safe and secure, as if nothing, including Andrew, could ever harm her. "Much better." She replied.
"Are you hungry? We can still have breakfast downstairs." Randy whispered.
"Yeah, okay. I'll just grab my blazer." She told him, walking towards her bag and grabbing a white blazer. After putting on her white wedges, she took Randy's hand and led him out the room.
Slowly, Andrew crept out of the closet and out the room, a sadistic smile on his face.