I do not own any of the characters stated in this story except for Roxy. This is the first sequel to 'Lust and Lunacy'. By the way, thanks to Azrael-013 for telling me song fics aren't allowed any more! Sorry if this chapter or the next one doesn't make much sense coz of it!


One month on after all was said and done, Roxanna Richards was sat in her flat. Alone.

The Raw after Wrestlemania had left her with memory's of deceit and sorrow. She laid her scar torn body onto her couch. One hand clutching a bottle of Vodka, the other clutching a cigarette. She inhaled deeply, watching the rings of smoke float from her mouth. Boy, she hadn't done that in ages...

She remembered Kurt's words. They spun around her head like a tornado, wrecking every good memory she had with Randy in sight. Kurt had warned her, Lita had warned her but she was still reluctant to listen.

Flashback, 3 months ago, Kurt rings Roxy up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Roxy, it's Kurt, Kurt Angle."

"How are you doing?"

"Good, listen, I thought that you ought to hear something."

"Ok...what?"

"I was at the Smackdown! tapings and I over heard John Cena on the phone."

"Who to?"

"Randy."

"And your point is..."

"They were talking about girls...how they would drop down before them just for sex."

"What has this got to do with me?"

"He was saying how young you are, and how he could have as many babies as he wants with you coz you are so young and eager."

"Kurt, are we on about my Randy? Randy Keith Orton?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. John kept calling him Randy and Legend Killer."

"I...I don't believe you."

"Roxanna, please, I wouldn't tell you this unless it was true."

"I'm sorry, but I'm still not convinced. I'll try talking to him..."

"He'll only deny it Roxy..."

"Yeah, I guess..." Roxy sighed.

End of Flashback.

It seemed so unlike Randy, the way he fussed over her, the way he acted around her.

He made her feel...loved by someone other than her Mother. He made her feel special, like she belonged. She would never forget his face after they learned they had lost the baby. It wasn't shock, nor anger, it was just...like he's had a part of his internal fibre which had been ripped out of him.

She had no idea how to feel about him, none at all. She remembered everything about him. Everything from his 'Obsession' cologne, to his Caribbean like ocean eyes to his muscular body which gave her the sense of security she had longed for her whole life.

She took another swig of the now half empty bottle of Vodka. She smirked drunkenly as she did so. Yep, he detested her nights out with her girl pals, the nights where she would more than often not get so wasted she could barely tell where she was. She knew that her alcohol obsession was consuming their relationship whole. Yet, she had no way in which to stop it...

She hadn't truly thought about their former relationship in days. She thought about Randy all day everyday, wondering where he was, what he was doing. After she walked out of the ring on Raw that Monday, she hadn't heard from him once, not ever. It was probably for the best, she had no intention of ever getting back with him, not after what he'd said.

In the depths of her imagination, she could still smell him. Still taste his saliva in her mouth as they French kissed. He was a good kisser, a good sex partner, a good liar. She shuddered to think about that for too long.

He'd destroyed her. Whether it was intentional or not, he'd done it. She couldn't turn back the clock either. Perhaps she would have never gone on a date with him if she had a crystal ball and a wart on the end of her nose.

Her t-shirt barely covered the 3 inch scar across her stomach. She could still remember the pain. The feeling. Everything. Everything about Survivor Series 2004. She wanted to forget, really she did, but how could she?

Tears formed in her eyes as her hands became unsteady. Memory's tear the soul in two, that's what she'd always been taught. She never believed in entirely. Until now.

Braking her thoughts, there was a knock at her door. 'Who the fuck can that be?' she wondered, dragging herself to the door.