Chapter 03:

"Randy?" Stacy spoke as they ate their breakfast together.

"Yeah?"

Stacy hesitated at first.

"What is it, hun? You know you can tell me anything."

"Well…" Stacy began. "I was wondering…well…if it is okay with you…"

"Just say it, baby." Randy smiled. "What is it?"

"Well, is it okay if I start sharing a hotel room with you? Not that I have any intentions of doing anything with you. Well, not yet, I mean. Wait, that didn't sound right. What I mean to say is…I just think I'd feel safer if I was always around you…especially at night. But it's okay. I understand if you don't want. I mean…you do need your own privacy and all…and…"

"I'd love that, Stace." Randy cut her off. "At least I'd feel secured, too, when you're just safe in my arms. We'll share a room from now on." he told her.

Stacy smiled. "Thank you, Randy."

"Hey…anything for my girlfriend." He answered with a grin.

…

The following week, as what was spoken about, Randy and Stacy shared a hotel suite. And as for the incident with Andrew, Stacy kept her word and told not a single soul, deciding to just forget about it ever occurring.

"Baby? I'm going out with the guys tonight. You wanna come?" Randy asked one evening as he put on his black socks.

Stacy turned the TV off. "Are any of the girls coming?"

Randy shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Oh…well…it's alright. I'll just stay here." Stacy smiled.

Randy cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well…okay, then. I'll be back before 11. If you're sleepy, you don't have to stay up and wait for me, okay?" he told her, kissing her forehead and hugging her tight.

"Alright." She answered, breathing in the scent of his perfume, allowing it to intoxicate her. Slowly, Randy cupped her face and gave her a long, engaging kiss.

"I'll see you later, princess." He whispered, kissing her forehead once more. "I'll call once in a while."

"Okay. Bye, Randy." Stacy waved as she watched him leave the room. Making sure the door was locked and she was safe inside their suite, she headed towards the bathroom to get ready for bed. She only wore a pair of pink shorts, exposing her lean, long legs and a white tank top that hugged her body to a nice fit.

"Stacy!" she heard a masculine voice bellow from outside the room as a continuous, heavy knock followed.

Stacy jumped up and stayed farthest away from the door. "What do you want, Andrew!" she screamed.

"Open this door…now!"

"Go away, Andrew! Please!" Stacy begged, tears spilling from her eyes as she trembled in fear.

"Stacy! You don't want anything happening to you or your boyfriend, don't you! Open this door!"

"No, Andrew! Please don't hurt Randy. Please don't hurt him!" she pleaded. "I…I…l-lov…"

"Then open this door, Stace." Andrew's voice suddenly softened.

"Why?" she cried.

"Because I said so!" he yelled.

"No!"

"I know where Randy is right now, Stace. I can easily hit him on the head with a beer bottle, give him another concussion and end his career. I can do that, Stace. Don't try me." He threatened once more.

"Andrew, please." Stacy implored, sitting on the floor and hugging herself, rocking back and forth.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar click from the door as it slowly opened, revealing Andrew with a vicious grin on his face. "What, Stacy? You think I'm not smart enough? I have a key to your room." He laughed. "Just a little flirting with the lady at the concierge, telling her that I wanted to give you a surprise visit and voila! I have a key." He grinned wider.

Stacy cried even harder. "When are you going to stop doing this to me? Why do you always haunt me?" she whispered through shimmering tears.

Andrew shrugged. "Because you're the one and only girl I can't resist. And besides…if I can't have you…" he slammed the door shut and immediately locked it. "…No one can."

Unexpectedly, the ringing of Stacy's phone caused both hers and Andrew's heads to turn. Stacy made a run for it but Andrew was too quick, grabbing it from the bedside table before Stacy could. "You're not gonna need this, Stace." He told her, ending the call and keeping it in his back pocket.

…

Randy cocked an eyebrow as concern washed over his face, his phone in hand and redialing Stacy's number.

"What is it, man?" John Cena, his best friend, inquired, taking a gulp of his Ketel One vodka.

"Stacy's not answering her phone." He told him as he redialed her number once more.

"Maybe she's already asleep." John pointed out.

"No…I know Stacy. She wouldn't sleep this early. It's only 9:20. She can't be sleeping yet."

"Dude, don't be so paranoid. She's fine. She's probably too busy watching TV or something. Or maybe she's in the bathroom taking a shower." Chris Irvine stated.

"Yeah…you're right." Randy nodded, taking a sip of his beer. Although his friends reassured him, something at the back of his mind was telling him to go back to their suite. "Guys…I really have this feeling something's not right…" he told them. "I'm gonna head back to the hotel and check on Stacy. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Randy waved, leaving the bar and driving as fast as he could back to the hotel.

…

"Get away from me, Andrew!" Stacy screamed as Andrew grabbed both her wrists and held her tight. She tried kicking and flailing but it was no use. "Andrew, please…don't do this…" she cried as he literally threw her to the bed. Stacy quickly retaliated and tried to get away but Andrew was too swift for her. Before she knew it, he was already on top of her, ripping her top off her body and exposing her bare chest. He did the same with her shorts, taking it off roughly and tearing her panties apart. He kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip and bruising it as Stacy was compelled to part her mouth wider for the entrance of his tongue. She cried and cried, wishing that any second; Randy could be there to rescue her.

Andrew continued with his motives, taking his shirt off and almost crushing Stacy under him as he devoured her neck, leaving trails of kisses down to her breasts. As he licked and sucked and bit on one, his hand kneaded the other, massaging and flicking and pinching her nipple.

"Andrew! Stop it!" Stacy yelled in pain, writhing from underneath the huge body on top of her.

Ignoring her, he simply took off his pants and boxers, revealing his hard erection as it brushed against Stacy's thigh. He grinned while kissing her again, biting her lip for another entrance of his tongue. He shoved two large fingers into her core as Stacy gasped in what was known to be pain and not pleasure. He continued to thrust them in and out of her as all Stacy could do was take it in. Not a sound she made; just her cries and the whimpers of pain Andrew caused her physically, mentally and emotionally. He was taking every last bit of her innocence as he continued to play with her crevice, laughing while he did it. Not long, he readied himself for the hard entrance as Stacy closed her eyes, letting all the tears flow down…

…

"Shit." Randy muttered as he waited for the hotel elevator. Finally, it turned up as Randy entered and pressed the floor of his suite. Once it opened to that floor, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards their room. His heart almost stopped as he found that their suite's door was wide open.

"Stacy?" he ran, calling out his girlfriend's name.

Upon entering, he found the bed a mess and little stains of blood were visible from its white, satin sheets. He entered further into the room and almost faded when he found that his girlfriend was curled in a ball, lying on the floor beside the bed in all her naked glory, crying, trembling and shaking in fear.

"Stacy!" he exclaimed, running towards her, kneeling and scooping her in his arms. "Oh my god! Who did this to you?" he yelled in anger as he placed her on the bed, took off his shirt and made her wear it. He tucked her under the covers, lay down beside her and hugged her, rocking her back and forth and kissing her forehead. "Baby…who did this to you? Please tell me." He whispered although his voice was cracking. Tears were seen clearly from his baby blue eyes as Stacy continued to weep and shiver in his arms.

"He raped me, Randy…" she said in an inaudible voice.

"Who, baby? Who!" Randy shut his eyes tight, wishing that this was just a nightmare and that soon, he would wake up. But Stacy's whimpers and tears were enough to prove that he was in the real world and so, he hugged her even tighter.

Stacy's cries became harder as Randy cupped her face gently. "Baby…tell me who did this to you. Please? I'm gonna kill him." He said in a soft voice. "I'm gonna kill him!" he repeated.

"Oh my god!" Trish entered the room and screamed, running towards Stacy and Randy. Behind her was Christy as they both stared in shock. "What happened?" Trish exclaimed, her jaw almost reaching the ground.

Randy broke down. "I dunno…I came here and I found her…lying on the floor…there was blood on the bed…and…" he tried his best to fight back his own tears.

"John called me and Christy up and told us that you were on your way back to the hotel from your boys' night 'coz you sensed that something was wrong so you decided to check on Stacy. We wanted to do the same thing!" Trish explained as even she started tearing. "Oh my god…honey, who did this to you?" she asked, holding Stacy's hand.

Stacy stared out the window in a daze as she disregarded all of who was talking to her. Randy hugged her tight and continued to tear as he kept muttering, "I'm so sorry, baby…I'm so sorry I wasn't here…I'm so sorry…"