Author's Top Note: I'm really super sorry it's taken this long for this chapter to come out but I had the absolute worst case of writer's block that I'm just starting to get over. It's put a serious dent on my writing abilities. Anyway, hope this is up to par with the previous chapters and if it's not, feel free to rant!
Warning—Please Read: There are mentions of rape in this chapter. It's nothing graphic, only slightly violent, and I don't go into detail. I'm sorry if that offends anybody but that was the only thing I could see doing with this story right now—it just seemed to fit. Once again, I apologize in advance to anyone the subject of rape may offend. It won't be reoccurring anywhere else in the story—I promise.
"…So then I said to him, 'But man, those still aren't my shorts'." Randy started laughing as soon as he finished telling his joke. Kiara sat there for a quick second, trying to get it and make it seem like she wasn't affected by all the alcohol she had consumed and was, in fact, capable of holding her liquor. "He thought they were my shorts!" He clarified between semi-hysterical laughter.
Realization dawned on her face and she burst out laughing. "It's funny 'cuz they weren't yours." She said loudly, perhaps a little too loudly, and started laughing all over again. "Geez, I can't believe Bubba would have thought they were yours. That's great…"
His laughs died down as she continued to crack up and he studied her silently. He smiled at her and got up from the table. "I'll be right back." He promised as she looked up at him confused.
Kiara watched him until he got swept up in the crowd of people and she couldn't see him anymore. She scanned the room quickly and then started to panic when she didn't see anyone she knew; when all of the people began to look like colorful, swirling masses. There was a dull, thudding pain in the back of her head and suddenly it was all too much for her—the lights, the music, the smoke, and the people. She looked up when someone said her name and saw Randy standing next to her. "I don't feel good." She whispered up at him, on the verge of tears.
And he did nothing but smirk, nod his head, and then drag her up and out of the booth.
"What did you do to me?" Kiara managed out, her eyelids fluttering up and down. She was holding onto his hand and arm for support. "What's happening?" She tried again as they left the club and the cold night air hit her bare arms and legs.
Randy spun around and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the side of the car. "You don't remember do you?" He hissed as he moved closer to her and she had to turn her face so she wouldn't smell the alcohol heavy on his breath. "You had the complete and utter nerve to just brush me off like I was nothing at Judgment Day. You ran away when you should have felt lucky I was paying attention to someone like you. But you ignored me instead. And I don't take well to being ignored."
Kiara winced as his fingers dug into her shoulders. He yanked open the car door and shoved her inside before unceremoniously slamming it shut behind her. He looked around to make sure no one had been watching before sliding into the driver's seat and pealing out of the parking lot towards the hotel.
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As soon as John Cena entered the club, he knew he would have one hell of a time trying to find Kiara amongst the masses. He started by pushing people out of the way as they bumped into him, brushing past girls who tried to grind up against him, and even avoiding the passes guys were making as they offered him drinks. His eyes scanned the booths along the sides of the room and immediately caught sight of two people who might help him, even if it was just a little.
"Hey look it's John!" Dawn Marie exclaimed loudly as soon as she caught sight of the Smackdown superstar. She hit Nidia's arm to try and get her attention. "Hey look it's John say hi."
"Hi John Cena!" Nidia greeted him, holding up her cup of beer as if to toast him coming over. "Pleasure to see you."
"You two have been at the alcohol again haven't you?" He asked, sliding into the booth next to Dawn. The two started concentrating to answer his question and John shook his head. "Never mind I asked that, I have a more important question. Do either of you know where Kiara went?"
"She's with Randy." Dawn supplied immediately, nodding her head.
"Hi Randy Orton!" Nidia exclaimed, once again holding up her glass as she searched around for the Legend Killer who Dawn had mentioned. "Randy where'd you go? Dawn, which way did Randy go?"
Dawn ignored her heavily intoxicated friend and put a hand to her head before squinting at the not-so-bright lights. "We were only here for a few hours when Randy came over and started talking to her I think. She went with him over to the bar; Kia girl definitely got wasted. I think they went outside but I don't know where they went after that though." She added, turning her neck to look around the club. "He looked a little pissed off though. Sorry I couldn't be more help."
"It's alri—wait, they left together?" John asked her sharply. "They left together and he looked pissed?" Dawn nodded and her eyes got wide when realization set in. "Shit I gotta go." John exclaimed, jumping up from the table and rushing out of the club.
"Where'd John go?" Nidia asked Dawn Marie curiously as she walked back over to the table. She lay down on the red vinyl booth and covered her eyes with her arms. "And I lost Randy thanks to you." She mumbled into her arms.
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"Do you need some help Hun?" The receptionist asked helpfully as Randy made his way into the hotel lobby, carrying a passed out Kiara in his arms.
He shook his head. "No thank you. She had a little bit too much fun tonight." He explained quietly, looking down at Kiara affectionately. "I'm just going to get her upstairs and put her to bed probably. Can I call if I need anything though?"
The older woman nodded from behind the desk and smiled at the admirable young man in front of her. "Of course Sweetie. You two have a good night now and don't hesitate to call."
"Thank you." Randy replied pleasantly, giving the woman a small wave as he made his way over to the elevators. He hit the 'up' button with his elbow and waited impatiently, finally stepping into the elevator when it arrived. He ignored the stares from the people who were already on the elevator and stared straight ahead until it reached his floor. He got out—and almost ran right into Torrie Wilson, who was pacing up and down the halls. "Hey Torrie."
"Hi." Torrie responded slowly, still looking at Randy like she didn't trust him. "What's going on?"
"This one partied a little bit too hard." He explained.
"Kiara did?" Torrie asked skeptically and Randy nodded. "Sure whatever. I'm right down the hall in 416 if you need me for anything."
He nodded absent-mindedly and then looked down as Kiara started to regain consciousness. "See ya later Torrie!" He said hurriedly as he pushed the door to his room open with his foot and then kicked it shut behind him. He set her back on her feet again and pressed his lips to hers roughly, pinning her between him and the door.
"Please stop." She mumbled, her eyes still only half-opened.
Randy smirked as he shook his head and grabbed her arm, pulling her over to the bed. "Can't now." He pushed her onto the bed and then looked up when he heard someone pounding on the door. "What?" He yelled out, annoyed.
"Orton get your ass out here! We need to talk!"
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it was Triple H and not someone else. He looked around and grabbed a scarf, tying it tightly around her eyes so she couldn't see. "Don't you dare go anywhere." He hissed even though he was 95% sure she couldn't hear him anyway.
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"Fucking traffic." John muttered to himself, once again pounding his hands against the steering wheel. "There's no ice on the roads you can go a little bit faster than this!" He yelled out of the open window towards the middle-aged lady with two kids in the backseat. She glared at him frostily but did nothing to speed up her currently ten miles below the speed limit speed. He saw the cars in front of him start to move and he was more then happy to do so, until they came to a quick stop and he had to slam his foot against the brake to keep from hitting into the car in front of him.
"Now God, I know I don't go to church as often as I should," he started off as he leaned his head back against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling of the car. "But I promise that if you help me out here I'll go to church with my mom whenever she wants me to. I'll start wearing a cross even though it's not really my thing and I'll pray when I remember to and I guess I'll even eat some of that unleavened bread everyone's always talking about—just, please don't let Kiara get hurt. I don't know what I would do if that cocky bastard Orton did anything to hurt her, but it probably wouldn't be pretty. So please, if just this one time, hear me."
As if by some sort of miracle, the traffic ahead of him started to move at a semi-steady pace and John breathed a sigh of relief as he weaved his car from lane to lane, trying to find the fastest way possible to the hotel.
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After Randy had been gone for about ten minutes, Kiara finally began to regain consciousness. She groggily opened her eyes and started to panic when all she saw was black but then felt the material wound tightly around her neck and calmed down a little. She sat up as best as she could in the bed and pulled the blindfold off of her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the still-too-dim lighting.
"What the hell is going on here?" Kiara muttered, closing her eyes and willing away the pounding headache she had. She looked up quickly when she heard someone open the door and pulled the blanket up around her.
"Why the fuck are you awake?" Randy snapped, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What did you do to me?" Kiara shot back.
He gave her that smug smile he was so good at and sauntered over to the bed. "It wasn't really me Babe. This was something you brought on completely yourself." He put his hand to the back of her head and crushed her lips against his.
She struggled to get away from him and reached over on the nightstand and grabbed the TV remote, hitting as hard as she could against the side of Randy's head. It didn't work as best as she had hoped but he let go of her hair and tried getting off the bed. He grabbed her foot and she crashed to the floor, hitting her head against the bed post.
"We could have this the easy way you know." Randy said. He rolled her over so she was lying on her back and straddled her waist. "But you had to go and be difficult about this. It's completely your fault Kiara." He hissed right next to her ear. She tried swinging her fist at him again and he grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned her arms over her head. With the other hand, he started unbuttoning the buttons of her shirt.
"Let me go!" Kiara exclaimed. She began kicking with her legs and feet and finally succeeded in kneeing him firmly below the belt and his eyes glazed over in pain. She took the opportunity to get free from his grasp and started crawling to the door, which seemed like it kept getting further and further away from her. Randy closed his hand around her ankle and tried pulling her back, but she instinctively kicked back and felt some sort of accomplishment when her foot connected with his nose. "Help!" She yelled, hopefully loud enough where someone in the hall would hear her. "Help me!"
Randy put his hand to his nose as his eyes started to water and glared at the girl who was trying to struggle towards the door. He got up from the floor and grabbed one of the wooden chairs and with all his strength sent it hurling against the door. It splintered upon contact and Kiara jumped, hitting her back against the table. The lamp on the edge teetered for a second before falling off and crashing to the floor, sending shards of glass sticking into Kiara's arms.
Kiara winced as the glass dug into her skin and squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling. She looked back and saw Randy approaching her again and he grabbed both her arms with his hands, ignoring the glass that was sticking into his hands as well and looked up in alarm when he heard the pounding on his door.
"What do you want?" He snapped loudly. "I'm busy right now!"
Instead of an answer which Randy would have preferred, the person kicked the door open and Kiara looked up in relief when she saw John standing there, a completely enraged look on his face.
"What the fu—"
But Randy didn't get a chance to finish his exclamation because John flung himself at the Legend Killer, knocking both of them down to the floor. John started pounding Randy's head against the wooden floor and turned around briefly, motioning for Kiara to get out of the room. She didn't hesitate and dragged herself out of the room, wincing at the pain in her head, back, and now arms and hands
She felt like she had been out there in the hall for half an hour (even though it was only for a few minutes), trying to get the glass from her arm, and then looked up when she heard the door open.
John walked out and immediately dropped to the ground next to her, the enraged look on his face now completely replaced with concern. "What did he do to you?" He demanded gently, putting his hands on her shoulders.
Instead of answering him, she burst out into hysterical tears. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she buried her head in his shoulder. "I was so scared." She whispered amidst light sobs as she began to calm down. "He…he was going to rape me."
"You're alright now." He reassured quietly, smoothing down her hair. He stood up and helped her to her feet. "Come on, I'll help you to your room and get you all settled in."
Kiara looked up and caught eyes with him. "Can I stay in your room tonight?"
John nodded and shrugged. "Sure, then I'll just bring all my stuff to your room."
Kiara shook her head. "No, can I stay in your room tonight with you? I don't want to be by myself tonight."
"Um, yeah, I guess that'd be alright." John agreed after a moment's consideration. He gingerly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they began walking down the hall towards John's room. They stopped at the door and he unlocked it, letting her in first. He closed the door and locked it and turned back around. Kiara immediately hugged him tightly, resting her head against his chest. "What was that for?" He asked once she pulled back, grateful that the lighting was dim so she wouldn't see him blush.
"For saving me—you were like my knight in shining armor."
Author's Bottom Note: See! I promised you guys it wouldn't be anything too bad and it won't happen ever again in this story at least. I'm not quite sure where I'm heading with this, so if anybody has any suggestions as to what kind of trouble the two should get into next, I'm all ears! Read and review as always! Maybe it'll help me get out of this writer's block quicker!