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Steph POV

I met Iris in the lobby. We got in a limo and started towards the salon.

"I need to get my nails done. Are you going to get yours?" she asked me.

"Yeah, I guess I should." I told her. We arrived at the salon a few minutes later. We went in and sat down. I was next to her and we were waiting for the people to start putting the nails on.

We were getting the nails put on and were just watching the TV that was behind us. I could tell something was wrong with Iris.

"Are you ok?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I am fine. Why?" she asked me.

"Something just seems wrong." she told me.

"Everything is fine." she told me, but I didn't believe her.

We finished getting our nails and a pedicure done We went to the arena; it was around 2. The show started at 5:45. We were on our way.

"Do you have a part tonight?" she asked me.

"Yeah, I do. I think Dad is going to let me stay in the ring for one more month before you take over." I told her. She just nodded.

"What do you have to do tonight?" I asked her.

"I just have a promo and got out to the ring. I am not wrestling." she told me.

We got there a little later and she went to do her promo. I walked into Paul's locker room.

"Hey." he said and kissed my forehead. I smiled at him.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"I think something is wrong with Iris." I told him.

"Why?" he asked me.

"Because, we went out today and she just wasn't herself." I told him.

"I am sure she is fine, but I can try talking to her." he told me. I nodded.

"Ok. I need to go talk to Dad. I will see you later." I told him and left.

Iris POV

I threw my stuff in John's locker room and went to shoot my clip. I shot it and it was easy. All I did was go into the locker room marked Chris Jericho and leave a note. I finished and walked into the arena. The ring had just been put up. I walked over and sat in some of the seats. I was thinking about what had happened the previous night. I couldn't help but think about why Randy had kissed me. I pulled out my phone and text messaged him.

Randy POV

I was talking to a few of the guys in catering. I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at it and realized I had a text message. I read it.

Randy need to talk to you. Sitting in the arena. - Iris.

"Guys, I am going to go walk around." I told them and left.

I walked into the arena and saw Iris sitting in the seats a few rows up. She didn't look good at all. I walked up and sat down.

"You ok?" I asked her.

"I guess. I wanted to talk to you about last night." she told me.

"What is it? I am not going to tell anyone what happened." I told her.

"Ok, but I meant about the kiss. I was just wondering why you kissed me." she said.

"Babe, I kissed you because I wanted to. I knew you needed someone to be there for you and I showed you I was. I kissed you to try and take all the pain away." I told her. It was the truth. I had always felt something for her, but I was he friend first.

"Oh ok." she said. I took her hand.

"Iris, I am not asking you to leave John. I know you really love him, but I have always felt something for you. I am always going to be your friend first and if there ever was a time I could be something more then it would be great. Iris, just know, I am always going to be a friend." I told her. She smiled at me.

"Thanks, Randy, I could ask for a better friend." she told me and hugged her. I felt a small bump on her back. I looked at her.

"What is that?" I asked her as I gently ran my hands over it. She tensed when I did.

"What did you do?" I asked her. I was concerned.

"It was from last night." she told me.

"Come on. I want to make sure you are ok." I told her.

"Randy, I am fine." she said.

"Iris, you are not fine. I just want to see what your back looks like. I am not going to tell anyone." I told her. I looked into her eyes and they were pleading with me to let it go.

"Randy, I don't want John finding out from anyone. I especially don't want someone else to find out that John did this." she told me.

"I promise I am just going to take you to my locker room and look at it." I told her. She reluctantly stood up and came with me.

We got to the locker room and I shut the door. I looked at her. She was about to cry. I pulled her into a hug.

"Shh… Iris, he didn't mean to. I know he loves you so much and would never do it on purpose." I told her as I held her. She wasn't crying, but was extremely close. I pulled away from her and kissed her forehead gently.

"Turn around." I said as I looked at her. She hesitated.

"Please?" I asked her. She turned around and took her shirt off. I was in shock when I saw her back. She had a large bruise with a small cut in the middle of it. The bruise was in a straight line. I could clearly tell where John had pushed her into the wall. She put her shirt back on and looked at me.

"He didn't see it this morning?" I asked her. I thought John had told me they had taken a shower. She shook her head no.

"Iris, what are you not telling me?" I asked her. She just looked at the floor.

"What did he do to you?" I asked her. She didn't answer. A second later there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I yelled.