Author's Note: I'm back with another chapter! Yay! I hope you enjoy it. The poem is © of yours truly! Lol, yes it's an original piece, and you'll understand what it has to do w/ the story once you read. Thank you Andy for your help w/ parts of this! Please review!

Chapter 8

"Run, Stacy, run!" Lita's voice rang through her head. "Get away from him!"

Stacy struggled for breath as her energy drained from her body. Looking over her shoulder, she shot a terrified glance at Scott, who was chasing her with a knife. Stacy felt as if she was running down an endless road, but she kept going. A bright light blinded her as she peered into it, while scurrying away from Scott as fast as she could. But to her dismay, as she sped towards the light, it seemed to move farther away. In the center of the golden glow appeared Randy's gorgeous built figure.

"Randy, help me! Please!" she tried to scream at the top of her lungs, but nothing came out. Not a single syllable. Then the unthinkable happened. Her body fell to the ground as Stacy's slim, tired legs finally gave out on her. Scott had caught up to her, and loomed over her fallen form.

"Stacy," Randy whispered, brushing some hair from her face. His fingers sensed the cold sweat on her face.

The young woman heard Randy's voice, but couldn't see him. What was going on?

"Get back, Scott! I don't love you anymore, it's over! Let Randy and me be happy!" she screamed at her ex-boyfriend that was still looking down on her. She was furious at his actions and felt confident with what she said because Randy was there to back her up. But wait… Where is he now? Scott was getting closer as the seconds ticked by.

"No!" Stacy shrieked as she awoke with a jolt from the unconscious torment. Sitting up in her bed, her breathing heavy, she allowed her fear to show on her face. Randy looked at her with concern as she detected his presence beside her.

"Stacy, it's okay. Honey, what happened?" he inquired, worry in his voice. Stacy looked at him, ready to burst with shock. Her shoulders shook with every sob that escaped from her throat as silent tears ran down her cheeks. Randy gently wiped the tears from her face then embraced her quivering figure. She placed her arms tightly around his shoulders and held onto him tightly.

"Don't let him hurt me, Randy," Stacy cried, "please…" she whimpered.

"I won't, Stace. He'll get what's coming to him, I promise," he replied back to her and slowly let go of her and sat back in his chair.

Stacy laid back against her pillows, realizing for the first time where she was. She looked around her, in a bland room with white walls and white tables. Even her bed sheets were colorless. There was an IV, releasing drops of medicine into her blood stream, attached to her right wrist.The whole placeeven had that hospital smell to it – obviously. Her mind traveled back to the previous event that had occurred, the one that got her here in the first place. She could see it replaying over and over again, but it was almost as if she were looking in on the incident through the window and seeing it from an outsider's view. Looking back on it, Scott had seemed so merciless, so cruel.

Randy watched Stacy longingly, detecting the secluded look in her eyes. He knew what occupied her thoughts, it just seemed slightly obvious.

"The doctors said Scott had a blood alcohol level three times the legal limit," he figured she ought to know. Her eyes snapped to him as she clutched at her bed sheets.

"Scott is…" she trailed off, then after a second, finished her thought, "here?"

"I realize that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but I couldn't just leave him in the hotel unconscious, Stace," Randy replied, aware of her dread towards what he told her.

Stacy allowed a sigh to escape between her lips. "Oh, you're right, Randy. I'm sorry, I just –"

"Honey, don't worry about it, I can understand why that would worry you," he answered affectionately. Randy took Stacy's hand in his own and held on tightly. "Stacy, I really care about you, and I hate having to see you go through all this."

"You're the only one that's ever actually done anything about it," she muttered. "I mean Lita would have killed Scott with her bare hands if she could have, but...Well, you know what I mean. I really appreciate this, Randy. You have no idea how much it really means to me."

"I'd do anything for you, Stacy. Seriously," he smiled.

"I love your smile," Stacy whispered with a slight blush. Her eyes locked with his as she flashed a flirty smile of her own. The diva noted the dark circles under Randy's eyes for the first time.

"Oh, my gosh. Randy, what time is it? How long have you been here?" the young blonde inquired in somewhat of a panicky tone.

"Stacy, calm down. It's about 10 in the morning. After you passed out last night at the hotel, I brought you here and you've been asleep since then," Randy replied serenely.

"You stayed here all this time with me? Randy, you know you didn't have to do that," Stacy protested.

"Yes, I stayed, but because I wanted to; I was worried about you," the handsome wrestler reassured her. "Sweetie, you're not a burden to me, you're a gift. I feel blessed to have been able to be there for you."

Stacy stared at Randy lovingly. "I can't believe you'd do that for me. I mean – I –" she stuttered, "I guess I'm just trying to say thank you. But Randy, you should go home for a little bit and get some sleep, though. You seem tired and I don't want to hold you up here. Please," Stacy pleaded, not only with her words, but with her eyes as well.

"All right," Randy forfeited. He stood up from his chair and leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto Stacy's forehead. "I'll see you later," he said as he reluctantly let go of Stacy's hand and walked out of the room. The blonde watched him leave, and once he was gone, she reached for her purse on the bedside table. She figured Randy had brought it for her sometime during the night as she reached inside and pulled out a small journal with agorgeous crimson rose on the cover. She flipped through the pages until she reached the entry she'd been searching for. Stacy remembered writing this poem one night following one of the numerous fights with Scott.

-All I Have Left-

Look in my eyes
And tell me what you see.
Is there happiness?
Do they portray joy?

I take a look in the mirror
And all it shows me
Is sadness and sorrow;
I can only hope to see tomorrow.

I've given all I had to give,
And as I walk this lonely road,
Beside me stands
The shadow of my empty soul.

Stacy read the poem three times over before smiling to herself as she tore the page out and ripped it to pieces. That poem and the feelings it represented were no longer there.

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