Hey! I'm so sorry about the lack of updates, my account was frozen. But I'm back now and I have this extra long chapter for you all. After next week I'll have loads of spare time and updates will become regular again. I'm so sorry to keep you all in suspense. Enjoy!
WARNING This seen contains some strong language and graphic violent scenes. Not suitable for young children or those who get nightmares easily!
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After Triple H's phone call, Steph couldn't face going to New York by herself, so she waited at Shane's house for him to return, then Shane called Kennedy, his right-hand businessman and bodyguard, to escort Steph to New York. After Shane had comforted her sister and made some phone calls to her phone company to block her number, Steph cried a little more as she said goodbye to her daughter, then Shane personally drove them to the airport. Steph was scared to say goodbye to Shane, even though she would be seeing him the next day. In the airport Steph didn't want to let go of him.
"Be brave little sis, everything is going to be fine." He whispered to her.
She wiped away the tears and left her brother as she boarded the plane. Kennedy sat next to her and held her hand on the plane, his fingers rubbing her palms to calm her. Steph's head pounded with constant thought running through her head, she had practically forgotten about the date she had arranged. Sometime just after take off, with the help of Kennedy's boring high-school stories, Steph fell asleep.
"Steffie babe, wake up. We're in New York," was the next thing she remembered.
Kennedy shook her arm to wake her and Steph's eyes slowly opened, realising where she was. People around her were gathering their things together to exit the plane. Steph rubbed her eyes and then looked at her hands, they were covered in black mascara splodges.
'I must look like a monster!' she thought.
Steph was wearing an old 'Shane O'Mac' t-shirt and jeans, along with a baseball cap and sunshades to cover her panda eyes. The last thing she wanted now was to be hassled by fans. Kennedy wrapped an arm around her and helped guide her to their waiting limo as she stumbled from tiredness. As they got in the limo Steph tucked her legs underneath her and rested her head on Kennedy's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and stroked her back, making her shiver. He was one of the few men Steph felt safe with. Kennedy and Michelle were Shane's best friends, they were strong people who loved the wrestling business and the McMahon's. Shane and Steph both trusted Kennedy with their lives.
"Steffie don't go to sleep again, it'll only be ten minutes till we get to the hotel."
Steph didn't want to sleep anymore. The noises, smells and sights of New York had awoken her. Steph stared out of the window at the lights that flashed past her, the number of people in the streets overwhelmed her. It was so much different to the cities in Florida that she had been used to. The limo pulled outside the grand hotel that the wrestlers were staying in. Kennedy got out of the limo first to check the area and check them in, then he came back to fetch Steph and show her to her room. She was in room 1269, Kennedy in a childish way begged her to swap rooms as he was in 1265 and wanted to be in the '69' room! She laughed, unlocked her door and shut it before he could enter in after her.
Steph walked into the room and collapsed on the bed, closed her eyes and relaxed, it had been the first time that day that she had been left alone. Her mind couldn't help but wonder back to Hunter's words, was she really a 'bitch of a mother'? At no point since she began training to be a wrestler had she really doubted that this was best for Ella. Paul was unpredictable and the cruelty he had put her through…she couldn't let the same thing happen to Ella. This wasn't Steph's 1st choice for Ella but them staying at home was no longer an option. She needed to be on the road with her friends and new found family…she needed them and Ella needed them too.
A knock at the door startled Steph out of her thoughts. The knock had shocked her and her heart was beating twice as fast, her hands were trembling.
'One phone call and I'm knocked back to square one.'
"Steph it's Kennedy, I've got your suitcases."
Steph got up and walked over to the door and let him in. She half smiled at him, then wrapped her arms around tightly. He returned the hug and once again started to stroke her back to calm her.
"What's wrong?"
"When you knocked, I got scared and started shaking. I guess I'll never be able to get rid of my demons."
He kissed her on the forehead. "There are only so many things I can protect you from, but you have to learn to protect yourself from yourself!"
Steph began to calm down, Kennedy had that effect on her. "Oh Kennedy, you're such a good man. One day I know that Christy will wake up and see what a great boyfriend you would be."
Kennedy sighed, hoping that she was right.
Chris stood in the foyer of the hotel waiting for Steph. About half an hour ago his wife had called him to have another row with him, this time about the fact that he hadn't been out to visit her that week…that he hadn't made any effort to repair the damage from their last argument. Chris had found himself so angry that he had hung up on her and immediately gone to the foyer wanting to see Stephanie. He felt that Jessica's constant accusations of him cheating on her were pushing him into actually cheating on her. He was doubting his own love for his wife, but these were being affected by his feeling for another woman. Chris constantly fantasised about pulling Steph towards him, kissing her and then sleeping with her. He fantasised about everything in so much detail that he was finding it harder to be near her without being turned on. Tonight would take all of his self control.
It got to quarter to eight and Jericho was growing tired of waiting. Was she standing him up? Jericho went over to the reception desk and, after much convincing that he knew Stephanie, plus some flirting with the receptionist, he managed to get her room number. He stormed up to her room and banged in her door.
Steph had been asleep on her bed and the banging had woken her. She sat up on the bed and stretched, when Jericho banged on the door once again. Steph felt her heart race and body shake once again that day. She tentatively made her way over to the door and peered through the eye of the door and seeing it was Chris, she opened it.
"Chris, I'm so surprised! What are you doing here?" she said as she yawned.
Chris gave her a strange look.
"What?" she asked.
Steph looked down at herself, realising that she was in her silk dressing gown that barely covered her crotch. To make things worse she had fidgeted during her sleep and the top of the dressing gown had become baggy, half of her breast was hanging out of the gown! She had been too scared about the knock to realising what she was wearing!
Steph immediately pulled the dressing gown around her chest. "Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry! Let's go inside!"
Chris took some deep breaths after remembering one of his Steph fantasies, where he goes to her door and she answers it completely naked. "It's OK Steph, I've seen you wearing a lot less…like your ring attire!" he said trying to lighten the mood.
Steph went into the bathroom with her suitcase which she hadn't unpacked. "I'll just get dressed."
"Good, I don't think the restaurant would be happy with you turning up in your pyjamas!"
Steph paused and thought for a second before opening the door and peering round it to look him in the eye.
"Restaurant?" she asked.
"Yeah, the restaurant I'm taking you for dinner."
He noticed as it suddenly clicked in her head what he was talking about. She looked over at a clock to see the time was eight and that she had been half an hour late.
"Oh Chris, I'm so sorry! I completely forgot that I…I…called you up to ask you out for dinner earlier today!" she said giggling at how silly she had been.
He joined in laughing at her. "God Steph, I thought I was the blonde one of the pair of us."
Steph smiled at him before she began to think of Hunter and how he had distracted her from her date with Chris. She would be feeling the consequences of his phone call for a long time. Tears began to well up in her eyes once again.
"Steph is everything OK."
"No…not really. It's Paul…Hunter…he called me today. The whole thing has left me a little jumpy. That's why I forgot about dinner."
"Oh," he said, slightly disappointed. He had been looking forward to spending this time with Steph all day. He had no idea it would be Steph's husband ruining it for him. "Look Steph, do you want to cancel and we can go for dinner another night?"
Steph paused. "I'm really sorry Chris, I don't really feel like leaving this room tonight."
"I understand…I'll just leave you alone. Goodbye Steph."
Chris turned around and grabbed the door handle. Just as the door was about to open Steph's voice froze him.
"Chris! Just cause I don't want to leave this room doesn't mean I want you to!"
He turned around to gaze into her eyes. Both of them could sense the other one wanting to be near them. Steph closed the door to change her clothes and Chris bit his lip as happiness consumed him. Chris took of his formal jacket and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his light blue shirt. He looked at the card on top of the TV to see what movies were on, and looked at the room service menu.
Steph came out of the bathroom in her pyjama bottoms and a vest top with her hair roughly scrapped up into a ponytail. She watched Jericho secretly. She admired how handsome he looked and cherished in the fact that it was Chris not Dave that she had called. As much as she liked Dave, she felt more chemistry with Chris. Shame about his wife. Tonight would ironically take all of her self control to not jump on him and rip off his shirt.
"I really fancy a pizza and beer!" she said as he turned to see her watching him.
"Really? Well I'm paying then. I didn't know you were a beer drinker?"
She walked over to look at the menu. "Only on special occasions. Well actually…"
He interrupted her. "Are you saying this is a special occasion?"
She smiled at him shyly. "I guess so. Well…mine's a small ham and pineapple all to myself. What movie should we watch?"
Chris grinned evilly. "Have you ever seen the Japanese version of The Ring? They're showing it tonight."
'Posh little Stephanie wont have a clue!' he thought.
"Really? Well I'm not much of a movie watcher. What's the movie about?"
"Don't worry you'll see."
Half an hour later Steph was curled up practically on Chris' lap scared stiff. Steph wasn't the only one getting 'stiff' as Chris had a perfect view of Steph's cleavage every time he looked down! He had found a way to wrap her round his finger.
"Are you sure you want to watch this? You know we can put something else on if you're finding it too scary?"
Her voice was shaky. "No…it's fine. I can handle this, I'm not scared."
She wrapped her arms around him tightly. He looked over to her pizza, she had barely touched it. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't bare the thought of her letting him go.
Steph found her concentration going from the movie to Chris's wondering hands. She felt them as his moved in a circle at the base of her spine, then they moved round to the side of her body. Her body seized up as he touched her.
"Stop that! It tickles!"
"Oh really…" he said, thinking it was a challenge.
He carried on tickling her as she squirmed next to him, eventually bursting into a loud laugh. She started to tickle him back.
"Oh no you don't!"
He scooped her up in his arms and threw her onto the bed. Within seconds he had one hand pinning her hands down and one hand innocently tickling her sides. Steph's body writhed underneath him trying to escape. She was in fits of laughter. Within moments Chris has stopped and Steph was gasping for breath underneath him. A sudden realisation happened between them as they stared into each others eyes, the sexual tension had reached a high between them. Chris's tickling hand began to stroke her arms that he still had pinned down. Steph instinctively closed her eyes expecting him to kiss her. Chris lowered his head towards her and focused on her lips. They seemed more pouted and a paler pink than normal. Within that moment Chris couldn't help but compare them to Jessica's lips.
Chris shifted his body to the side and sat next to Steph as he let her go and ran his fingers through her hair. Steph opened her eyes and suddenly realised what had happened, she sat up next to Chris and both took some deep breaths to calm down. The sexual tension between them suddenly turned into an atmosphere of awkwardness.
"I'm really sorry Stephanie, I shouldn't have jumped on you that." Chris said eventually.
"It's fine really." Steph didn't know what else she could say.
"I hope this doesn't change things between us. I really want us to stay friends."
"Of course."
Steph threw her arms around his neck and pulled them together in an innocent hug, the tension between them disappeared.
"Now, let's go back to watching the movie and eating pizza."
That night Chris left Stephanie's room and Steph slept in her bed…alone.
Within the darkness of the McMahon mansion, a man tip toed round barely making a noise. The only traces of him being there were on the security monitors. But the tapes had been removed, there would be no recording of him being there. The security guard that had tried to raise the alarm had sentenced himself to death, he lay on the floor of the security office, his head cracked open and blood and brains oozed onto the floor…the once blue carpet forever stained blood red. The sledgehammer used to kill him had been gently wiped clean with a blanket, red hand prints would haunt the blanket forever.
The killer made his way up the stairs. He paused as one of the stairs creaked and he held his breath. It's hard to move around delicately when you're a six foot four 260 pound monster. He carried on until he reached the top of his stairs and then made his way to Vince and Linda's bedroom. He'd been in this house a million times before, Vince had been like a father to him…now he was planning to kill him.
Hunter knew that the McMahon house was always too hot, so the bedroom door would be left open. He also knew that his baby girl would be in her crib at the end of their bed. He crept through the door and rage began to fill him. This had all been Steffie's fault, she was the reason he was doing this. That bitch was getting what she deserved! The ultimate pain!
Hunter lifted the sledgehammer high above the bed and using the moonlight to guide his blows in the dark, forced it downwards through Linda's chest. Linda's eyes opened wide and her body began to spasm, waking Vince. Hunter hoisted the sledgehammer high above him once again.
"Hunter?" Vince's words seemed lost as Hunter swung the sledgehammer once again and practically ripped Vince's head off of his neck. Hunter jumped onto the end of the bed and screamed as he swung sledgehammer again and again, blood being scattered throughout the room and pouring off of the bed. Finally Hunter stopped, the remains of Vince and Linda indistinguishable as one big mushy mess of flesh and bone. Ella's screams echoes through the almost empty house.
Hunter jumped off of the bed and looked down at Ella. He wiped his hands on her cloudy white blankets, then scooped her up into his arms. He rocked her sideways trying to comfort her, but her wails just seemed to grow louder. In another context, Hunter almost would have looked like the perfect devoted father.
"Shhh my Ella. Everything's OK now, I'm here to take you away. I'll find you a new mummy, one that will love you, not like that bitch Stephanie."
Ella's wails got even louder.
"Ella, why wont you be quiet?"
Ella's wails became even louder. Ella's face was turning purple and Hunter's ears began to ring. She was angering him.
"Ella McMahon, be quiet…NOW!"
He shifted her so that he had hold of her legs. He dangled her upside down and shook her by her legs.
"ELLA I'VE HAD ENOUGH! SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
Hunter swung Ella by her legs and threw her, her body like a rag doll's as it headed towards a wall….
The alarm began to ring and Steph awoke on Saturday morning in a cold sweat. She gasped for breath as she felt nauticous, recollecting her dream. Steph threw her bed sheets to the floor and jumped out of bed. Feeling dizzy she stumbled to the bathroom using the walls of her room to help support her. As she reached the bathroom she collapsed to her knees and hung her head over the toilet. Steph began to throw up the remains of her pizza and beer from the night before. As her stomach began to settle, Steph sat back on the bathroom floor and began to cry, her body shaking. The constant abuse she had taken from Hunter had left her with panic attacks that she thought she had overcome, but his phone call had just returned her to a former Stephanie, weak and nervous. Steph, not finding the strength to remove herself from the floor, cried herself into a dazed state, where she would wait for someone to come and help her.
I'm sorry if I have offended anyone with the nature of this scene. It'll probably be a one-off, I think I just needed a break from complicated love writing and decided to vent frustration through the medium of horror!
Please let me know what you think and where you want the story to go next. All critisms are welcome!
