Title: Save me, please!

Author: Willmon

Rating: I'm gonna say this is for the mature subject matter.

Characters: Mostly all the superstars, Jennifer and Chris.

Paring: My character Jennifer and Hunter. (No romantic paring, folks. At least not yet, anyway.)

Disclaimer: I'm taking on the issue of abuse in my story.

Author's note: These characters of the WWE does not belong to me!

Main summary: Jennifer's in an not-so-loving marriage. But what happens when Chris, her husband, leaves her to die and disappear without a trace? Will she find love with the 'Game' before he comes back for her?

Summary for Chapter one: Jennifer and her husband get into a heated argument at their hotel room.

Chapter one

September 7, 2004

Jennifer Freeman, a creative writing editor for World Wrestling Entertainment, walked towards her boss' office. It was a normal Monday morning and she needed to see Vince McMahon to go over the script for tonight's show. Since she joined the company almost six years ago, Vince was almost like a second father to her. As a matter of fact, his family treated her a lot better than her own family treated her.

When she got to the door, she noticed the bruise on her right cheek was beginning to swell. She ran her finger through it, realizing it was still tender. Even putting compact on her face didn't help matters. Why the hell did Chris had to hit her, anyway?

You tried to call the police on him and he got really pissed, that's why, a voice in her head told her. Jennifer let a tear fall from her eye and began to reflect what had happened over the last year.

She loved Chris. Well, she thought she did. She just didn't know if she wants to remain married to him anymore. His whole attitude changed after he lost his job. He started drinking, cussing her out and abusing her in more ways in one.

Thank God she had a job to fall back on. She had made a lot of friends around here so she could talk to someone about her recent problems. Jennifer had put up with Chris' abuse for so long, she forgot how to live again.

Wiping the tear away from her eye, she regained her composure and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a gruff voice called out.

She took a deep breath and walked inside, only to find Vince sitting at his desk with papers scattered all over. When he looked up and saw her standing by the door, he immediately smiled.

"How's it going, Jen?" Vince asked as he gestured her to sit down on the sofa.

"Everything's fine, Dad," Jennifer replied as she sat down. She began calling him that as soon as they got to know each other better.

He sat down next to her on the sofa. "So, little one, what can I do for you?"

"I need to go over the script with you for tonight's show and I need to go over the upcoming storyline for Triple H," Jennifer explained.

"No problem, honey. I was just looking over some paperwork about that. My son just faxed it to me a minute ago," Vince said as he handed her some more papers to look at.

She had to urge to ask him about Hunter. "Dad, how's Hunter by the way?"

"He's doing all right but I'm worried about him. Ever since my daughter died in that car crash, he's been moody and distant. Maybe this storyline can put a smile on his face," Vince said, his face sullen.

Jennifer should've known about Hunter's change in attitude. He loved Stephanie Marie so much. Her death became a blow to him and caused him to self-destruct. And the worse thing about this was it happened only two weeks ago.

She decided to go see him and see how's he doing. For now, she wants to continue this meeting with her 'father.'

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Hunter's locker room...

Hunter's face looked sullen as he looked at the picture of his beautiful wife. Stephanie meant everything to him. She was carefree and a wonderful woman with a beautiful personality and a great sense of humor.

Too bad that goddamn drunk driver had to take it all away.

He wanted to kill the bastard for taking his reason living away from him. He wanted to wring his neck for doing this to him. Stephanie was innocent. She didn't do anything wrong to that man.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Putting the picture in his small bag, he opened the door, only to find Jennifer standing there, wearing a small smile on her face. It was no secret Hunter found her to be very attractive. Her hypnotic hazel eyes sparkled with affection. Her copper tone banana complexion was smooth as oil and her body was well shaped. Her husband's very lucky to marry her, Hunter thought.

"I'm here to talk to you about your upcoming storyline tonight," Jennifer said as she stepped inside.

"I hope it's not another one of those romantic storylines I have to do. I had enough of those for now," he groaned.

She smiled at him. "No, it's not. This storyline concerns you getting your world title back from Randy."

Hunter began to smile. "Now you have my full attention."

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Jennifer took the elevator up to her hotel room, smiling. Her day turned out to be great. She had lunch with her 'dad' and her 'mom' Linda, talked to Hunter and some of his friends and even did some commentary with Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler during tonight's show.

It was indeed a good day.

When she got to her room, she took a deep breath and slid in her key card. She walked inside, only to find Chris sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette. Jennifer didn't want to disturb him so she closed the door slowly and walked to the nearby bathroom door.

"You know who came by here, bitch? The police! Seems to me you couldn't keep your mouth closed long enough. I had bail myself out of jail this time," Chris scorned.

Jennifer didn't say anything. She just let her husband bitch and complain.

"You know something, Jennifer? I'm sick and tired of you calling the police on me every time we get into a fight. I can't get any money from my family because, thanks to you, they disowned me. Why can't you keep you goddamned mouth shut for once in your life?" he scolded.

She tried not to cry in front of him, for fear he may hurt her again. She just stood there and said nothing.

"I can't afford to go back to jail and you ain't putting me back there, either. You ain't saying a word to anyone else!" Chris yelled as he stood up.

Jennifer walked inside the bathroom and closed the door, completely ignoring her husband. She locked the door behind her and sunk down on the floor, crying softly. How could this happen? How can he love her when he hurts her so badly?

I can't love him anymore. I don't love him anymore! I want him out of my life!

Realizing she didn't want to sleep next to him, she decided to stay in the bathroom and sleep on the floor. She was about to drift off into a deep slumber until the door burst open and Chris grabbed her by the hair.

"What are you doing? Get away from me!" Jennifer yelled.

"Don't you ever ignore me like that again, you little slut! When I speak, I expect you to listen to every word I have to say!" he slapped her so hard, blood started gushing from her mouth.

Just then, three police officers barged in and tackled Chris to the ground. He glared at Jennifer the whole time with those cold brown eyes and snarled at her.

They pulled him up and handcuffed him, making sure he didn't close to his wife. As they carried him out of the room, Chris somehow managed to spit in his wife's face.

"I can't believe you opened your mouth again, bitch! Just wait til I get out of jail. I'm gonna hurt you so bad, you're gonna wish you were never born!" he scorned.

Jennifer cried harder when they left. Wiping the spit off her face, she went to the bed and sat down on it. Slowly, she picked up the phone and dialed her lawyer's number.

After only two rings, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Gabriel, it's Jenny. Listen, I need you to do me a favor," she said softly.

"What you need me to do?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "I need you to get some papers. I'm filing for divorce..."

What do you think about that? Please review!

Coming up in chapter two:

"What the hell are you doing, Chris? Put that down!" Jennifer cried.

Chris just pulled the trigger and shot her in cold blood.

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