The Decision: Part 2
When Alana reached the front door of her house she closed her eyes, took a big deep breath, and walked into the house only to find her boyfriend standing next to the front door with a frown on his face.
"Hi, baby." Alana said with uneasiness in her voice.
"Don't you pull that shit with me. Where the hell have you fucking been?" He yelled.
"Bryan, I was out with my friends." Alana said as she walked into the living room and hung her coat up.
"Friends? I told you that you're not aloud to have friends, or talk to anyone." Bryan said as he smacked Alana across the face.
"Don't ever hit me again, Bryan."
"You're my girlfriend, so you're my property, and I'll hit you whenever I want, you little bitch." Bryan said as he pushed Alana into the wall and kicked her over and over again, six times in the stomach and in the side of her head three times.
When he finally stopped he grabbed his coat and walked out of the house. Alana slowly crawled to her feet trying to ignore the unbelievable pain she was in, and she laid on the couch and fell fast asleep.
A Week Later On Raw
Alana walked through the halls of the arena with bruised ribs, bruises on her arms, and a cut on her forehead that had been stitched up.
To cover the markings on her body she wore a long-sleeved blue shirt, black low-cut jeans that flared at the bottom, and white and blue Nike shoes.
As she turned the corner she bumped into John and Randy.
"Oh, hi." Alana said as she forced a smile on her face.
"Hey. What's up?" Randy asked as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Tired?" John asked smacking Randy playfully on the arm.
"Yeah," Randy said as he focused his attention back on Alana. "What happened to your head?" Randy asked gesturing to the cut on Alana's forehead.
"Oh, it's nothing, I…um…I fell down the stairs. It's no big deal," Alana said touching the cut. "Sorry, but I have to get to the locker room." And without spoken Alana ran off down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
"Do you believe her?" John asked his tone serious.
"Do you?" Randy responded.
"Not a chance. Something just isn't right."
"I know, and were gonna find out."
Women's Locker Room
When Alana reached the locker room she hoped that there would be no one in there because she wanted to conceal all the bruises she had and if people were in there she wouldn't be able to because they would ask to many questions. But she was sweating in the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing so she opened the door and walked in realizing she was all alone.
She un-zipped her blue duffel bag and took out a light-blue tank top to match her jeans and shoes. After she put it on she took out the concealer and started to cover all the markings on her arms. Just then someone opened the door and walked in.
"Hey, Alana."
"Hey, um…Trish. What's up?" Alana asked trying to cover the bruises with her hands.
"Nothing much. Just hanging out with Dave and stuff. Actually, I was coming to find you." Trish said as she sat on the leather sofa in the room.
"Really? Why?" Alana asked sitting on the bench next to her duffel bag.
"The guys and everyone want you to come hang out with us after the show. Do you want to come?"
"Um…I don't know. I don't think so."
"Oh, okay," Before Trish could finish she noticed the bruises. "Oh, my god. What happened? Are you alright?" Trish asked running up to Alana and looking at her arms.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Alana answered moving away from Trish a little bit.
"What happened?"
"I…I um…I fell down the stairs. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." Trish said crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, I am. You know what?"
"What?"
"I will go tonight."
"Great! After the show we'll meet in the parking lot. Okay?"
"Okay, bye." Alana said walking out of the room.
The Parking Lot
"Hi, everyone," Alana said walking up to John, Randy, Stacy, and Jay. "Where's Jackie and Charlie?"
"Charlie and Jackie went home because Jackie didn't feel good. And Trish and Dave are meeting us at the hotel." Stacy said as all five of them got into the car.
"Hotel?" Alana asked as she buckled her seat belt.
"Yeah. We're all hang out at Trish's hotel room and watch movies and stuff." Jay answered putting his arm around Stacy who was sitting between him and Alana and John and Randy were in the front.
"Um…okay."
Trish's Hotel Room
When they got to Trish's hotel room they walked in and saw a whole bunch of movies.
"Hey, guys," Trish said sitting on Dave's lap on the couch. "Sit, anywhere you want."
Jay sat on the couch next to Dave and Trish and Stacy sat on Jay's lap. Alana sat on the floor and John and Randy sat on both sides of her. John on her right, and Randy on her left.
"So. What are we watching?" Stacy asked looking at the movies.
"Well, I've narrowed it down to The Exorcist, The Grudge, House of Wax, or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Trish said picking up the four choices.
"Does anyone want The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?" Dave asked.
"No." Everyone answered at the same time.
"What about The Exorcist?" Randy asked.
"Sure." They answered.
"Okay, The Exorcist it is." Trish said turning off the lights, turning on the movie, and sitting on Dave's lap again.
About halfway into the movie Trish, Dave, Stacy, and Jay were asleep. So the only ones awake were Randy, John, and Alana.
"Hey, Alana. Do you want a drink or anything?" John asked.
"No thanks." Alana answered smiling.
"Randy, do you?"
"No, I'm okay."
With a nod John got up and ordered room service, and then went into the bathroom. Leaving Randy and Alana all alone.
"So…Alana." Randy said turning his attention to her.
"Yeah?" She answered.
"Well, we haven't really gotten to know you since you got here. So, tell me some stuff about you."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, anything."
"Well, let's see…" Before Alana could finish John walked out of the bathroom and got the food he had ordered and sat back in his seat next to Alana.
The Next Morning
When Alana woke up everyone else was already up, except for John.
"Hey, Alana." Stacy said smiling at her friend.
"Hi. I'm sorry but I have to go." Alana said getting up and running to the door.
"Wait, I'll drive you, you came with us last night, so you don't have your car." Randy said grabbing his coat.
"Okay, I guess."
In The Car
So, you never finished or even started telling me anything about you. So, you can tell me now."
"Okay, but you have to promise you won't say anything to anyone."
"I promise."
"Okay. When I was eight my dad left. And it left me, my mom, and my older brother so upset, or at least me and my brother my mom could care less. And a year later my mom met this guy named Steve. And months after they started dating, him and his two pre-madonna, little bitch daughters Chloe and Jenna moved in.
"Uh huh. What else?"
"And my brother and me were really, really close, he was my best friend. And for his sixteenth birthday he got his license, and he was coming back from dropping me off at my friends house when…when a drunk driver ran a red light and crashed into him. Then my mom called me at Arianna's house and told me the horrible news; "Robbie is dead." That is when Alana started to cry.
"Oh, Alana don't cry. If you don't want to tell me anymore you don't have to."
"No, I want to finish. Then a month or so after Robbie's funeral was when it started." Alana said as she put her head in her hands.
"Was when what started?" Randy asked pulling over to the side of the road and focusing his attention on Alana.
"The abuse."