Chapter 3:
Riley rested her forehead against the cool glass of the hotel room, she wrapped a blanket tightly around herself as she attempted to refrain herself from crying.
Her mobile signaled that she had received a message.
Slowly she came to her feet to read it.
The door to the bathroom opened and Randy exited heading towards where her mobile was located a snatching it up before she could come 5 meters from it.
He flipped it open reaching the message inside, "Riles, is there something going on between you and Randy, give me a call."
Riley stood still waiting to see what he would do.
"Ashley," he began, "nothing is wrong at all, don't text me again tonight…. And send."
"So I'm not allowed to answer my phone or see my friends now?" she growled.
He smirked, "baby, its not that your not allowed to, its that you don't have time to."
Confused she studied him.
He stepped towards her and soon enough he grabbed her and pulled her towards the bed.
"Randy stop!" she screamed sobbing.
He covered her mouth, "shutup!"
She attempted to pull against him but the blow to the head she had received the night before was slowing her down.
He threw her onto the bed and just before he also joined her she rolled away and ran to the corner of the room.
He slowly walked towards her, "want to play hard to get?"
He heard her sob loudly and as her figure appeared behind a pot plant her saw that she was holding both hands to her head, her head resting on her knees.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, hiding her scream as he clambered a hand over her mouth.
She punched him hard in the stomach and began to slap and hit him anywhere he could.
He grabbed her wrists holding them tightly before slamming her back into the wall, he found her neck and began to leave his mark as she sobbed.
He threw her to the floor and she crawled away.
He grabbed her legs and dragged her towards the bed, she cried for him to let her be.
He pulled her to his feet and the swung her over his shoulder.
She begged again and again for him to let her go, thumping her fists against his back. Randy walked towards the bed but upon reaching there he heard her mobile sounded. He swung around to face it, wondering who had called, at the same time he heard a loud thud and the woman over his shoulder became lifeless.
He turned his head slightly and realized upon his movement he had swung her head into one of the pillars knocking her out.
He placed her on the bed and walked towards her phone flipping it open again and reading the message.
Riley, some of the guys and I are heading down to the hotel bar, do you and Randy want to join us.
Furious he checked the ID only to find it was Chris Jericho who had texted her, he texted back a polite apology of decline before throwing the phone against the wall smashing to pieces.
Heading back towards the bed he paused watching Riley lay sprawled and unconscious across it.
Something changed inside of him and he sat on the carpet of the foot of the bed, placing his head in his hands.
For the first time in years he cried.
When Randy awoke the following morning he found himself alone, Riley's belongings were gone as were the broken shards of her phone. Randy ran a hand through his short cut hair and laid his head against the cushions of his bed, as he reflected on the way he had treated her.
He stood and slowly walked towards the bathroom, upon entering he glared at his reflection.
"I hate you," he yelled before he raised a fist and smashed it into the glass, shattering the glass. The glass shattering was a reflection of the way he knew he had destroyed Riley's life as well as his own.
He found a box of tissues for himself and created a bandage for his bleeding knuckles.
Heading back into the bedroom he found his wallet and left six hundred dollars on the bed along with a note,
This should cover the damage.
He picked up his bags and walked towards the door attempting to leave the memories behind.
Next Chapter: Wrestlemania 22 arrives, Randy alone must face his demons in Kurt Angle and Rey Mysterio as Riley hides from him behind closed doors. With a mix up in room arrangements he may finally get his chance to plead with the woman he loves to forgive him.