Heavily Broken
Summary: Vignette Pre-Wrestlemania 22, Riley & Randy hit a horrible bump in their relationship when Randy's career and ego get out of control, can they find a way to overcome it or will she be scared of him forever?
A/N: Readers, please note this story line is an AU off the Becoming the Dream Series, this story does not actually relate to the story lines and exists outside of them. Please note that I don't own anything, unless you don't recognize it, I also own Riley Cena, but that is it. For those of you who want to know this idea came to me half in a dream half in extending my thoughts from this dream… dreams are great inspirations for anyone looking for an idea for a story by the way.
Chapter 1:
Riley Cena dragged her bags away from the conveyer belt and looked around for a familiar face.
"Riley!"
She turned as a man walked towards her, his blonde hair combed neatly to its length at his shoulders, "hey Chris, what are you doing here?"
"Well you're all visiting Boston aren't you, thought I'd catch up with Chris," he responded.
"Benoit?" she asked.
He nodded in response, his eyes traveling off to the right of her watching something.
Riley turned to see what he was watching, and saw her boyfriend, Randy Orton, who was only meters from reaching her had paused watching them, he turned and walked away.
"I got to go," she said to Chris before she attempted to run after Randy struggling under her baggage, "Randy wait!"
He did anything but wait as he quickened his steps, she dropped her bags and ran after him, but she just before she reached him a group of fans swamped over him with posters and t-shirts.
Riley watched as he signed them, had photos taken with fans and even gave a few girls a kiss on the cheek.
Once the fans had final gone their separate ways, she walked towards him, "Randy, come on."
He picked up his bags, "Riley, I don't have time to worry about your excuses, I've got the biggest match of my life in a fortnight," he turned and walked slowly away.
"Randy, wait, I have to get my bags!"
"Get a taxi," was all he said before he turned and left.
Riley in near tears ran a hand through her hair and turned searching the now deserted airport. She found her bags and headed towards the taxi bay, upon reaching the point she realized that all the taxi's had all been taken, she turned to re-enter the airport. She found a pay phone and scheduled for a taxi to arrive to collect her.
After a half an hour wait finally a taxi arrived and she climbed inside.
"Where are you off to?" the driver asked.
"Charlotte Grace Hotel," she responded, as she began to search through her handbag finding a magazine and flicking through it.
"Come to Boston often?" the driver asked, attempting to create conversation.
"Actually, Despite being on the road most of the year, I live in West Newsbury or sometimes St Louis, Missouri with my boyfriend," she replied.
"Why are you on the road all year long?" he asked.
She shrugged, "it comes with the job description, there's a show every week and it just so happens that I have to be there for it."
He took a closer look at her through the revision mirror, "wait a moment your one of those WWE Diva's!"
"Uh… yeah," she sighed.
"Your Riley Cena!" he gasped.
She shrugged, "I guess I am."
"You spat on the memory of Eddie Guerrero along with your boyfriend Orton!" he yelled.
Slightly taken aback Riley responded, "actually that was my boyfriend, I just stand there and nod… like that cow Lita does for Adam Copeland."
He shook his head pulling over, "you may be one of the prettiest girls I've ever met but I will not give anyone who spits on the memory of a true legend a ride!"
As Riley climbed out of the car he also did, grabbing her baggage out of the boot and half throwing it at her, before he climbed back in the car and drove away.
Riley shocked reached for her phone, planning to call, Trish or John to come and pick her up.
She stared at the screen… black. Thinking she had switched it off she quickly attempted to turn it off, the battery was dead.
In near tears she picked up her luggage, struggling under the weight and began to walk towards the hotel, which usually would have been a half an hour drive from the airport in which she was five minutes away from, however surely it would take her several hours to reach the hotel on foot.
The tears refused to not run down her cheeks when it began to rain.
Randy was watching a replay of the Undertaker verses Kurt Angle at No Way Out, looking for a weakness in the World Heavyweight champion he would be wrestling in a fortnight for the title. He briefly noticed that the rain in which had been pouring for the past few hours had stopped.
The door to the room opened and the barely recognizable figure of Riley Cena stumbled inside.
She dropped her bags loudly.
Randy turned to watch her. Her hair was dripping wet and was plastered to her head, and the long waves of which her usually consisted on hung to her mid back, dead straight, her make-up was running, her very small mini skirt was creased and her white button up shirt was see through revealing the pink bra she wore below, he licked his lips.
She noticed this and sourly glared at him, she bent over opening one of her bags and realized that all her clothes were equally as wet, and the colour of some items had even stained others.
She stood and walked over towards his bags, as she bent over finding something to wear.
He cam behind her and placed his hands on her hips.
She stood up and turned to face him, "Randy, I know what your thinking, and no."
He stared at her shocked, "but baby you never turn me down."
She slapped him, "you left me alone at the airport Randy, four hours ago."
He looked towards the clock, "what? Why did it take you so long to get back?"
She frowned, "First of all the taxis were gone so I had to go find a pay phone to call one, then when one finally arrived he kicked me out because he was an Eddie Guerrero fan or something, so then I had to walk and it started raining."
"Couldn't you call John, Trish, Ashley or someone from you family to pick you up."
She laughed sourly, "oh I almost forgot, the battery on my phone was dead."
"Baby, its ok, you'll forget all about it when were-"
"I said no Randy!"
She turned towards the bathroom when he grabbed her, "No… your not going anywhere."
"Randy, leave me alone," she groaned.
"No, Your not just leaving me hanging baby," he grabbed her wrists and began to pull her towards the bed.
"Randy, stop it," she began to cry, she forced all her strength against him and managed to push herself away, although she hadn't thought about her surroundings, as she fell back and slammed her head into the wall. Concussed she groaned.
He picked her up and carried her towards the bed and this time she could not refuse.