Dave and Randy walk down the hall of there hotel, after a night out with Evolution,

"Come on Randy man cheer up, she'll come round"

"I just feel so bad Dave,"

"That's called guilt my friend," he said patting Randy on the shoulder

"I'm just going to check on her," Randy said stopping out side her room, door number 18C

"Just be-careful man, I'm not going in there to rescue" Dave assured him "Night" he called back as he walked down the hall, Randy watched him disappear into his room and he knocked on her door lightly,

"Ali. I know your there can we talk?" he knocked a bit harder and the door opened by its self. He slowly pushed the door open and walked into the dark room the only light was the street lights out side, he could see her sleeping silhouette lying peacefully on the double bed, he smiled and walked over to tuck her in when something caught his eye, something sparkling on the bed side table. As he got closer, he froze as the sight before his eyes truly shocked him. Her bed sheets were splattered in what could only be blood, her blood. Randy kneeled down by her bedside, his heart racing, the street lights shining in threw the open window lighting up the engraved scars on her wrists still dripping with fresh blood. Shaking violently Randy checked for a pulse, he pressed his two fingers softly on her neck, there was a slow but steady pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief. He moved her long red hair out of her eyes, her cheeks were covered in mascara stains where tears had ran down her cheeks. Randy got to his feet and looked at the shining object on the table, he realized that it was a razor blade, he picked it up, the blood that was on the blade ran down on to his wrist and down his arm as he held it up in front of his face. He walked into the bathroom and washed the blade in the sink, his heart still racing he felt his eyes sting with tears, he wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. He grabbed every towel he could find in there and hurried back to Alicia. He entered her room surprised to see the light on and Ali sitting up in bed, her knees brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, she looked up at him, tears ran down her cheeks

"I'm sorry," she croaked and rested her head on her knees and burst into tears. Randy through the towels on the end of her bed and crawled on his knees on her bed to her and threw his arms around her, he held her close in a tight embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and he felt a warm tear run down his cheek, he stoked her hair,

"Its going to be ok" he let go and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her wrist "we got to stop that bleeding," he said tying a knot and pulling it tight.

"What made you do this Ali?" Randy questioned but Ali just turned to stared at the floor

"Randy… I need help," she mutters just loud enough for Randy to hear her, "I can't do this anymore, why do I let him do this to me?"

"If you don't like this then why do you protect him?" Randy said putting his hand n her shoulder

"I'm scared of him" she said her eyes filling with tears as she gazed in to Randy's "I'm frightened of what he going to do to me, what he will do to me, what he has d…" Ali broke off and stared straight at the floor again

"What's he done to you Ali? Tell me," Ali continued to stare at the floor, Randy gently lifted her chin up to face him "please," he said softly

Ali eyes sparkled as newly formed tears grew in her eyes "It was about 3 years ago. Mike and his best friend were in a serious car accident, his friend died straight away, but Mike was in a coma for 3 weeks. When he came to, he was never the same not just physically but mentally. We'd been dating for 2 years before the accident, like a devoted girlfriend I stuck by him, through all his chemotherapy and whatnot, and as the months when by I noticed that he started to change, he stopped taking his medication, said he didn't need it he was fine. But he became a lot angrier, he drank so much, he had violent mood swings especially when he didn't get his way. One night I guess, we came to a head, I was pleading with him to take his pills, he was having none of it, we argued, long story short I hit him, well more of a slap. As I turned my back to walk out the room, he… he stabbed me in my left kidney, needed a transplant. He went down for 4 year for attempted murder. And that's when I moved over here, I didn't think he'd find me."

Randy stared at her blankly his mouth slightly open as he took all this in,

"he… what… where is he" Randy got to his feet his fist balled up his knuckles going white "Ali where is he now?"

"I don't know, Randy please promise me you wont go looking for him."

"But Ali he has hurt you, and he may do it again, I can't take that risk"

"Please Randy" she said holding his hand "I don't want you to get hurt or in trouble"

Randy looked down at her, she looked like a helpless little puppy he could not say no to that face, he nodded "Fine, but if he tries anything you tell me straight away, got it?" Ali nodded as she yawned, "Come on you need sleep," Randy told her.

She threw back the covers and lay in the double bed, Randy went to her bedside, pulled the covers up to her chin, and tucked her in, she sighed and as soon as her head touched the pillow she was asleep, Randy quietly crept out her room.

He opened the door to his hotel room, as he walked through he flipped the light on. He groaned as he saw the unpacked suitcases lying about the room on the floor, clothes all over the signal bed, he stepped over them, walked towards the window, and threw them open. The cold night air felt sharp as it hit his face, he looked down at the street below to see the stores all lit up and the car rushing by, neon signs buzzed and flashed and in the distance a polices siren could be heard hurtling up a road. He turned back in to his untidy hotel room; his shirt was half unbutton when there were several loud bangs on his hotel room door. Randy went over and opened it to see Ali in floods of tears and her cheek gushing blood

"What Happened!" Randy asked her as he pulled her into his room and shut the door behind

"Mike… saw you… walking out… our room" she said in between sobs, he's going mental he used that razor blade on my cheek.

Randy grabbed another towel got it wet and pressed it against her cheek

"Hold that there," he told her "I'll be right back"

"Randy please" she sobbed, "Don't do this"

"Don't leave this room ok. I'll be fine" He turned his back on the destroy Ali, shut the door and made his way back to her room with vengeance on his mind.