Author's Note: The three of us worked on this chapter, and I HATE it,
because well, I do, I don't think it's bad, it's just fucked up ... anyway
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Chapter 22: Consequences
Heather hung the phone up quickly and ran into the living room, she heard Brock fumbling with his keys so she sat on the arm of the sofa and waited. Brock finally came in and didn't see her on the sofa he turned around after locking the door. "Didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?" His voice was cold. Heather ran a hand through her hair as Brock glared at her. "Brock, I couldn't-" "Couldn't sleep?" He rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen. Heather walked over to the doorframe and her eyes widened when he looked at the ID. "Stefan Raechel and Avery Amanda." Brock said and turned around to look at her. He walked over and grabbed her arm. "What did I tell you?!" He yelled. Heather swallowed nervously and tried to pull from Brock's strong grip, "I didn't call them. They called me. I swear, look," she motioned to the answering machine, "They left messages cus I didn't answer. Please," she started crying, "Don't hurt me." "Why should I believe you, you little bitch," Brock growled, tightening his grip on Heather. "Please Brock, I know I'm not supposed to call them. They were just worried about me, and wanted to talk for awhile." Heather cried, since Brock had a death grip on her arm. "You know what's going to happen now don't you," Brock whispered, leaning down to Heather's ear, where she could smell the alcohol on him. "Brock please. I swear, I won't ever talk to them again. Please just don't hurt me," Heather cried, tears running down her face. "Stop it with the tears," Brock said, ripping Heather's shirt open. Heather started to tremble. "Brock..." Brock cut her off by kissing her roughly. Heather felt sick to her stomach, she hated alcohol. then Heather did something she never done before, she pushed him away and slapped him. Brock looked at Heather, "You bitch," he growled and went to grab her. Heather ran from him and out of the kitchen. Brock stormed out after her, "Damn it, don't run! You'll only make this worse!" Heather ran up the stairs to their bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She locked it and slid down against it. She started sobbing and buried her face in her hands. Brock started beating on the door, "Damn it Heather, open the fuckin' door!" Heather tried to speak, but chokes on her sobs. "Please Brock, leave me alone. You're drunk, just go away," Heather said, in between sobs. "Heather, stop being a bitch, and open this door right now," Brock bellowed. "Brock, I'll call the police. Just go away for the night," Heather pleaded, hoping he'd listen to her. "Listen you little bitch, you're just going to make this harder for yourself." Brock said, kicking the door. Heather had to bite back the fact he called her little bitch, knowing that's Amanda's nickname, and had they been in a different time or place she would have said that, but it probably would have made him angrier.
She scrambled across the room and grabbed her cell off the nightstand by their bed. She pushed a button and waited, Rae was on speed dial. She heard her tired voice answer, "Sup?" "Rae," she cried. Raechel's voice became loud, "Heather?!" "Yeah, it's Brock..." "What the fuck did he do," she screamed, waking up John. Heather started crying, "Please, don't be mad. He's drunk." "That doesn't excuse a fuckin thing! What DID HE DO?!!" "He..." "DID HE FUCKIN HIT YOU?!" Heather could hear John in the background, "What the fuck is goin on Rae?!" Heather swallowed and listened, the pounding had stopped. Maybe Brock went away. "I think he's gone Rae." Heather said softly. Raechel sighed, "You sure?" "Yes, Rae I'm gonna go now." Heather said slowly. "You better not hang up this fuckin phone until you're sure! I fuckin mean it!" That's when the door came down and there stood a seething Brock Lesnar. Heather's eyes went wide as she backed up against the wall, dropping the phone. Brock smirked and picked up the phone. "Who is this?!" He barked. "Brock, you fucker! I SWEAR IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU!" Rae swallowed, "FUCK THAT! I HAVE ENOUGH REASON TO KILL YOU NOW!" Brock laughed. "Oh hi Rae." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?!" "She's going to be taught a lesson, and it's partially your fault," he laughed sadistically. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT?! YOU SICK FUCKIN ASSHOLE! I SWEAR TO GOD..." John took the phone from Raechel. "Swear to God, if I hurt her I'll die?" Brock mocked then laughed. He walked over to Heather and grabbed her by the hair. "What the fuck is your problem Brock?!" Brock smiled at John's voice. "I don't have a problem." He smirked. Heather was shaking with fear as Brock threw her on the bed. John was now pissed, "Rae's not gonna fuckin kill you! I FUCKIN WILL!" "You?" Brock laughed. "You don't scare me, Cena." John jumped from the bed, fully nekkid, "YOU BETTER FUCKIN BE SCARED! YOU LITTLE FUCKIN PUSSY! I COULD KICK YOUR ASS ANY FUCKIN DAY!" "Is that so? You wanna hurt me? Then I'll hurt Heather," Brock taunted. John swallowed, "Alright, come on Brock, what did Heather do to you?" "She did nothing. She's mine and mine only." John got pissed and Raechel tried to snatch the phone from him, "What the fuck are you talkin about?!" Brock laughed as he sat on Heather's waist. "You wanna talk to him Heather?" Brock asked as he put the phone to her ear. John swallowed, "Heather?" Rae snatched the phone. "Yeah," Heather was crying. She started crying, "Heather, oh my God..." "Rae?" Raechel nodded, "Yeah, it's me chica." Brock smirked and took the phone from her ear. "It's your fault, Rae." Raechel's eyes narrowed to thin slits and she started screaming, "GOD DAMN IT BROCK! PUT HER BACK ON! WHY IS IT MY FUCKIN FAULT?!" "You wanna talk to your best friend?" Brock smirked as he ran a hand down Heather's cheek. "It's your fault, do you remember all the times you beat me up?" "IF YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME COME HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A FUCKIN MAN! INSTEAD OF LIKE A FUCKIN BITCH!" She was now walking across the room, feeling useless that all she could do was hang on the phone as her best friend was suffering. "You little whore!" Brock said. "I vowed that I'd take Heather away from you. And I did." "WHORE?! COME HERE AND FUCKIN TELL ME THAT TO MY FACE YOU FUCKIN PUSSY!" John watched nervously as Raechel continued stalking across the room. Brock grinned. "I better not, I don't think Heather would want to see her best friend die." "DIE?! COME ON YOU FUCKIN BITCH! YOU WANNA MAKE FUCKIN TALK LIKE THAT?! BACK IT UP YOU LITTLE FUCK! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" "Not gonna happen, Rae. Say bye to Heather now, you'll never see her again." Brock laughed. Rae started sobbing, "Brock, please, don't fuckin do this. Heather did nothing wrong to you! She's only ever loved you! Please..." "Big bad Rae crying," Brock said with a smirk. She started getting pissed again and swallowed, "So what?! At least I have human emotions, unlike you, you fuckin BITCH ASS NEANDERTHAL!" "You wanna call me names, Rae?" Brock asked as he slapped Heather across the face. "YOU WANNA HIT SOMEONE?! COME HERE AND TRY AND SLAP ME ACROSS THE FACE! I SWEAR YOU WON'T FUCKIN WALK AWAY! FUCKIN COWARD!" Brock grinned when he saw Heather's tears. "Rae is doing this to you, Heather. She was never your friend." Brock whispered in her ear, loud enough for Rae to hear. She swallowed and punched the wall, "FUCK YOU BROCK! HEATHER, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! GOD DAMN IT BROCK, STOP!" "Tell her Heather! Tell her it's her fault!" Brock yelled and put the phone to her ear again. Rae started crying again, "Heather?" "Rae..." Heather trailed off. "Damn it, Heather!" Brock slapped her again. "Tell her." He growled. "It's your fault, Rae." Raechel swallowed, "Heather, you don't mean that," she replied softly. John shook his head as he sat back on the bed. Heather closed her eyes as the tears came. "YES SHE DOES YOU BITCH!" Brock yelled. Rae started screaming again, " I WASN'T TALKIN TO YOU, BROCK!" Brock grinned. "It's your fault Rae." "FUCK YOU! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU FUCKIN SUFFER A LONG PAINFUL DEATH! WHETHER YOU GO TO JAIL OR I KILL YOU, YOU'LL SUFFER!" "Good bye, Rae." Brock said, "Wanna tell her bye, Heather? Tough!" He laughed. "YOU FUCK..." she was cut off when Brock hung up the phone. Rae looked at John, "We have to go home. I gotta get Amanda." He nodded and they started to gather their things.
Brock got up and slammed the phone down, "YOU CALLED HER," he yelled. Heather tried to get away but Brock grabbed her ankle. "You didn't listen to me, Heather," His voice was low and cold. Heather swallowed nervously, "I coulda called the cops instead." Brock smiled evilly as he leaned down to her, "You wouldn't do that, you love me too much." He kissed her roughly and Heather struggled to get away. Brock knew that Heather wouldn't leave him, because she loved him, and she'd do anything for him. He grabbed her arms as she tried to fight him. "Stop it," He hissed. He climbed on top of her and tried to get her ripped shirt off. Heather fought to no avail. She didn't want to have him do this again, he did it every night. Heather looked up at him, her eyes pleading, "Brock, please, don't do this. Please..." Brock smirked at her, "That's right, beg. Beg like the bitch you are." Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, "Why are you doing this?" Brock lowered so his face was only inches from her own, "You're mine! No one else can have you!" Heather shook her head, "No one else will, please, just don't do this again." "Why shouldn't I do this?" He asked as his hand fumbled with her pants. "Cause, I know you're not like this! Where is the Brock I knew five fucking months ago? The one who cared about me?!" She yelled. Brock stopped and looked at her. "That Brock?" He laughed, "It was all a joke. I never cared about you. I suckered you in and waited for my spot. I got you now," he grinned. Heather looked up at him as he pulled his shirt off, "Brock, please. I love you." Brock looked down at her, "No, you don't love me, you love the guy you saw on TV." Heather shook her head as tears fell, "No, I do love YOU. I got to know you, and I love YOU, not the guy I saw on TV." Brock smirked and kissed her roughly again. He pulled away from her, "Heather, there's only one thing I love about you, and it's not your personality," he glanced down. Heather closed her eyes and started crying even more. "How can you say that?" Heather asked softly. Brock rolled his eyes. "How can I say what?" Heather swallowed hard. "That you don't love me." "I do love you, for one thing. Wait. You thought I would actually love YOU?" He laughed. "You are too plain for me. I can't love someone like you." He laughed. Heather tried to block out what he was saying, it wasn't working. He smacked her face. "Look at me!" Heather slowly opened her eyes and looked in his cold blue ones. He grinned. "That's better." Brock gently touched her face, "You know, I should have kicked John's ass, and taken Rae away from him. You know, that night we swapped," he grinned as he remembered, "That had to be the best lay I've ever had." Heather closed her eyes as the tears fell freely. Brock slapped her again, "Damn it, look at me!" Heather looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Well maybe John was the best lay I ever had." She said. Brock's eyes were full of anger. Then he punched her in the face, busting her lip. Brock grabbed her face in his hands, "You know you've never been with anyone better than me!" Heather's fear faded and she grew angry. Brock noticed the anger rising in her and punched her again, "Don't get any ideas." Heather smirked and brought her knee up. Brock yelped and rolled off her when she kneed him in the nuts. She got off the bed and took off out the door. Brock grabbed ahold of Heather's leg before she could reach the stairs. "You aren't going anywhere you whore," Brock said, as he turned Heather over on her back. "Brock, if you didn't want me, then let me go now," Heather said, growling in response. Brock slapped her when he heard the tone in her voice. "You little bitch! You know better then to talk to me like that!" He yelled picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Heather kicked and screamed to no avail. "Brock, put me down. Please don't do this," Heather cried, as she tried punching him in the back, hoping she might be able to get down. "You deserve what is coming to you, you fucking whore," Brock said, as he threw Heather down on the bed.
Author's Note: See why I HATED it?! *shoots Brock* ... REVIEW
Chapter 22: Consequences
Heather hung the phone up quickly and ran into the living room, she heard Brock fumbling with his keys so she sat on the arm of the sofa and waited. Brock finally came in and didn't see her on the sofa he turned around after locking the door. "Didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?" His voice was cold. Heather ran a hand through her hair as Brock glared at her. "Brock, I couldn't-" "Couldn't sleep?" He rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen. Heather walked over to the doorframe and her eyes widened when he looked at the ID. "Stefan Raechel and Avery Amanda." Brock said and turned around to look at her. He walked over and grabbed her arm. "What did I tell you?!" He yelled. Heather swallowed nervously and tried to pull from Brock's strong grip, "I didn't call them. They called me. I swear, look," she motioned to the answering machine, "They left messages cus I didn't answer. Please," she started crying, "Don't hurt me." "Why should I believe you, you little bitch," Brock growled, tightening his grip on Heather. "Please Brock, I know I'm not supposed to call them. They were just worried about me, and wanted to talk for awhile." Heather cried, since Brock had a death grip on her arm. "You know what's going to happen now don't you," Brock whispered, leaning down to Heather's ear, where she could smell the alcohol on him. "Brock please. I swear, I won't ever talk to them again. Please just don't hurt me," Heather cried, tears running down her face. "Stop it with the tears," Brock said, ripping Heather's shirt open. Heather started to tremble. "Brock..." Brock cut her off by kissing her roughly. Heather felt sick to her stomach, she hated alcohol. then Heather did something she never done before, she pushed him away and slapped him. Brock looked at Heather, "You bitch," he growled and went to grab her. Heather ran from him and out of the kitchen. Brock stormed out after her, "Damn it, don't run! You'll only make this worse!" Heather ran up the stairs to their bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She locked it and slid down against it. She started sobbing and buried her face in her hands. Brock started beating on the door, "Damn it Heather, open the fuckin' door!" Heather tried to speak, but chokes on her sobs. "Please Brock, leave me alone. You're drunk, just go away," Heather said, in between sobs. "Heather, stop being a bitch, and open this door right now," Brock bellowed. "Brock, I'll call the police. Just go away for the night," Heather pleaded, hoping he'd listen to her. "Listen you little bitch, you're just going to make this harder for yourself." Brock said, kicking the door. Heather had to bite back the fact he called her little bitch, knowing that's Amanda's nickname, and had they been in a different time or place she would have said that, but it probably would have made him angrier.
She scrambled across the room and grabbed her cell off the nightstand by their bed. She pushed a button and waited, Rae was on speed dial. She heard her tired voice answer, "Sup?" "Rae," she cried. Raechel's voice became loud, "Heather?!" "Yeah, it's Brock..." "What the fuck did he do," she screamed, waking up John. Heather started crying, "Please, don't be mad. He's drunk." "That doesn't excuse a fuckin thing! What DID HE DO?!!" "He..." "DID HE FUCKIN HIT YOU?!" Heather could hear John in the background, "What the fuck is goin on Rae?!" Heather swallowed and listened, the pounding had stopped. Maybe Brock went away. "I think he's gone Rae." Heather said softly. Raechel sighed, "You sure?" "Yes, Rae I'm gonna go now." Heather said slowly. "You better not hang up this fuckin phone until you're sure! I fuckin mean it!" That's when the door came down and there stood a seething Brock Lesnar. Heather's eyes went wide as she backed up against the wall, dropping the phone. Brock smirked and picked up the phone. "Who is this?!" He barked. "Brock, you fucker! I SWEAR IF YOU HURT HER, I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU!" Rae swallowed, "FUCK THAT! I HAVE ENOUGH REASON TO KILL YOU NOW!" Brock laughed. "Oh hi Rae." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?!" "She's going to be taught a lesson, and it's partially your fault," he laughed sadistically. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT?! YOU SICK FUCKIN ASSHOLE! I SWEAR TO GOD..." John took the phone from Raechel. "Swear to God, if I hurt her I'll die?" Brock mocked then laughed. He walked over to Heather and grabbed her by the hair. "What the fuck is your problem Brock?!" Brock smiled at John's voice. "I don't have a problem." He smirked. Heather was shaking with fear as Brock threw her on the bed. John was now pissed, "Rae's not gonna fuckin kill you! I FUCKIN WILL!" "You?" Brock laughed. "You don't scare me, Cena." John jumped from the bed, fully nekkid, "YOU BETTER FUCKIN BE SCARED! YOU LITTLE FUCKIN PUSSY! I COULD KICK YOUR ASS ANY FUCKIN DAY!" "Is that so? You wanna hurt me? Then I'll hurt Heather," Brock taunted. John swallowed, "Alright, come on Brock, what did Heather do to you?" "She did nothing. She's mine and mine only." John got pissed and Raechel tried to snatch the phone from him, "What the fuck are you talkin about?!" Brock laughed as he sat on Heather's waist. "You wanna talk to him Heather?" Brock asked as he put the phone to her ear. John swallowed, "Heather?" Rae snatched the phone. "Yeah," Heather was crying. She started crying, "Heather, oh my God..." "Rae?" Raechel nodded, "Yeah, it's me chica." Brock smirked and took the phone from her ear. "It's your fault, Rae." Raechel's eyes narrowed to thin slits and she started screaming, "GOD DAMN IT BROCK! PUT HER BACK ON! WHY IS IT MY FUCKIN FAULT?!" "You wanna talk to your best friend?" Brock smirked as he ran a hand down Heather's cheek. "It's your fault, do you remember all the times you beat me up?" "IF YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME COME HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A FUCKIN MAN! INSTEAD OF LIKE A FUCKIN BITCH!" She was now walking across the room, feeling useless that all she could do was hang on the phone as her best friend was suffering. "You little whore!" Brock said. "I vowed that I'd take Heather away from you. And I did." "WHORE?! COME HERE AND FUCKIN TELL ME THAT TO MY FACE YOU FUCKIN PUSSY!" John watched nervously as Raechel continued stalking across the room. Brock grinned. "I better not, I don't think Heather would want to see her best friend die." "DIE?! COME ON YOU FUCKIN BITCH! YOU WANNA MAKE FUCKIN TALK LIKE THAT?! BACK IT UP YOU LITTLE FUCK! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" "Not gonna happen, Rae. Say bye to Heather now, you'll never see her again." Brock laughed. Rae started sobbing, "Brock, please, don't fuckin do this. Heather did nothing wrong to you! She's only ever loved you! Please..." "Big bad Rae crying," Brock said with a smirk. She started getting pissed again and swallowed, "So what?! At least I have human emotions, unlike you, you fuckin BITCH ASS NEANDERTHAL!" "You wanna call me names, Rae?" Brock asked as he slapped Heather across the face. "YOU WANNA HIT SOMEONE?! COME HERE AND TRY AND SLAP ME ACROSS THE FACE! I SWEAR YOU WON'T FUCKIN WALK AWAY! FUCKIN COWARD!" Brock grinned when he saw Heather's tears. "Rae is doing this to you, Heather. She was never your friend." Brock whispered in her ear, loud enough for Rae to hear. She swallowed and punched the wall, "FUCK YOU BROCK! HEATHER, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! GOD DAMN IT BROCK, STOP!" "Tell her Heather! Tell her it's her fault!" Brock yelled and put the phone to her ear again. Rae started crying again, "Heather?" "Rae..." Heather trailed off. "Damn it, Heather!" Brock slapped her again. "Tell her." He growled. "It's your fault, Rae." Raechel swallowed, "Heather, you don't mean that," she replied softly. John shook his head as he sat back on the bed. Heather closed her eyes as the tears came. "YES SHE DOES YOU BITCH!" Brock yelled. Rae started screaming again, " I WASN'T TALKIN TO YOU, BROCK!" Brock grinned. "It's your fault Rae." "FUCK YOU! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU FUCKIN SUFFER A LONG PAINFUL DEATH! WHETHER YOU GO TO JAIL OR I KILL YOU, YOU'LL SUFFER!" "Good bye, Rae." Brock said, "Wanna tell her bye, Heather? Tough!" He laughed. "YOU FUCK..." she was cut off when Brock hung up the phone. Rae looked at John, "We have to go home. I gotta get Amanda." He nodded and they started to gather their things.
Brock got up and slammed the phone down, "YOU CALLED HER," he yelled. Heather tried to get away but Brock grabbed her ankle. "You didn't listen to me, Heather," His voice was low and cold. Heather swallowed nervously, "I coulda called the cops instead." Brock smiled evilly as he leaned down to her, "You wouldn't do that, you love me too much." He kissed her roughly and Heather struggled to get away. Brock knew that Heather wouldn't leave him, because she loved him, and she'd do anything for him. He grabbed her arms as she tried to fight him. "Stop it," He hissed. He climbed on top of her and tried to get her ripped shirt off. Heather fought to no avail. She didn't want to have him do this again, he did it every night. Heather looked up at him, her eyes pleading, "Brock, please, don't do this. Please..." Brock smirked at her, "That's right, beg. Beg like the bitch you are." Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, "Why are you doing this?" Brock lowered so his face was only inches from her own, "You're mine! No one else can have you!" Heather shook her head, "No one else will, please, just don't do this again." "Why shouldn't I do this?" He asked as his hand fumbled with her pants. "Cause, I know you're not like this! Where is the Brock I knew five fucking months ago? The one who cared about me?!" She yelled. Brock stopped and looked at her. "That Brock?" He laughed, "It was all a joke. I never cared about you. I suckered you in and waited for my spot. I got you now," he grinned. Heather looked up at him as he pulled his shirt off, "Brock, please. I love you." Brock looked down at her, "No, you don't love me, you love the guy you saw on TV." Heather shook her head as tears fell, "No, I do love YOU. I got to know you, and I love YOU, not the guy I saw on TV." Brock smirked and kissed her roughly again. He pulled away from her, "Heather, there's only one thing I love about you, and it's not your personality," he glanced down. Heather closed her eyes and started crying even more. "How can you say that?" Heather asked softly. Brock rolled his eyes. "How can I say what?" Heather swallowed hard. "That you don't love me." "I do love you, for one thing. Wait. You thought I would actually love YOU?" He laughed. "You are too plain for me. I can't love someone like you." He laughed. Heather tried to block out what he was saying, it wasn't working. He smacked her face. "Look at me!" Heather slowly opened her eyes and looked in his cold blue ones. He grinned. "That's better." Brock gently touched her face, "You know, I should have kicked John's ass, and taken Rae away from him. You know, that night we swapped," he grinned as he remembered, "That had to be the best lay I've ever had." Heather closed her eyes as the tears fell freely. Brock slapped her again, "Damn it, look at me!" Heather looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Well maybe John was the best lay I ever had." She said. Brock's eyes were full of anger. Then he punched her in the face, busting her lip. Brock grabbed her face in his hands, "You know you've never been with anyone better than me!" Heather's fear faded and she grew angry. Brock noticed the anger rising in her and punched her again, "Don't get any ideas." Heather smirked and brought her knee up. Brock yelped and rolled off her when she kneed him in the nuts. She got off the bed and took off out the door. Brock grabbed ahold of Heather's leg before she could reach the stairs. "You aren't going anywhere you whore," Brock said, as he turned Heather over on her back. "Brock, if you didn't want me, then let me go now," Heather said, growling in response. Brock slapped her when he heard the tone in her voice. "You little bitch! You know better then to talk to me like that!" He yelled picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Heather kicked and screamed to no avail. "Brock, put me down. Please don't do this," Heather cried, as she tried punching him in the back, hoping she might be able to get down. "You deserve what is coming to you, you fucking whore," Brock said, as he threw Heather down on the bed.
Author's Note: See why I HATED it?! *shoots Brock* ... REVIEW