Emily went home wounded that night. She didn't feel like going to the hospital, or getting her teeth checked. She just took a hot shower and went to bed. She couldn't even sleep because of the blood leaking to back of her throat, and the bruises on her legs.

Next week she returned but clung to AJ most the time. She told him that they attacked her, but of course, not why they attacked her. He was furious and demanded a match against Alex Shelley, and Shelley accepted. Emily was scared and refused to come out during the match, despite the fact that she knew she'd be safer out there than backstage.

She was completely oblivious to the happenings of the match; she just sat there in some corner, knees pulled up to her chest, trying to hide herself from the wrestlers that walk by. Apparently Mitchell had never told AJ, because he seemed so unaware as to why they were mad at her. The situation was that of the movie Open Water– the only way out of it was to kill yourself, and since she was obviously not going to kill herself, what should she do?

Tell management. Get fired. That's the way out. Except in Emily's mind, killing yourself would be better than getting fired, so in this case the only choice is to deal with it. Deal with getting harassed, deal with getting beat up, hell, before she knows it they'll be raping her or running her over with a car. She tucked her head in and tensed, hoping that it would all be over soon.

"Excuse me."

She looked up. A crew member, one of the guys who set up the ring to be exact, stood over her. "Huh?" she said.

"I'm just wondering why you were sitting here…are you okay?" he asked.

"…not really, no."

"What's the matter?"

She glared at the man, who she didn't even know, and for some reason was angry with him. "I don't mean to sound rude, sir, but that's none of your business."

He shot her an angry look and walked off. She curled up back into her spot.

- - -

A little while later she saw Team Canada walking down the hall and tried to hide herself, pulling a table in front of her and waiting for them to pass by. D'Amore noticed, pulled the table away, and she screamed for help before they even touched her. Eric Young yanked her out of the corner and kicked her in the stomach.

"Just the little slut we were looking for," D'Amore said, and slapped her. Petey Williams pushed her down onto the floor and put a boot on her stomach when she tried to get up. Somewhere along the way Samoa Joe and Abyss got involved, and they beat her down as well.

When Emily got the chance she ran, hopping on one leg because they had been kicking the other. Abyss and Williams followed, obviously not done with her. She opened a door and ran right into AJ's chest.

"Help me!" she screamed, and wrapped her arms around him. He held her close, and she could tell that he was scared for her. He looked up at Abyss and Williams, who were now nearing the door.

"What's wrong with you?" he yelled irritably at them, and held onto Emily even tighter. "Why do guys keep going around attacking her like animals? She's done nothing to you."

Williams laughed. "Nothing? What the hell, man…you haven't heard? Mitchell didn't tell you?"

AJ blinked and bit his lip. "Tell me what?"

Emily yanked away from AJ and turned around. She pushed at Williams. "KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" She screamed at him, and smacked his face. "Just shut up for once!"

"Aww," Williams mocked. "Are you afraid you're gonna lose him too?"

"Please," she said. "I'll stop, you can hurt me all you want, just don't tell him, please--"

"Tell me what?" AJ repeated, looking from Emily to Williams to Abyss, who had pretty much just stood there the entire time.

"It's nothing," she said, turning back around to him. "Let's go." She grabbed his arm to leave, and before she knew it, she was stumbling to the ground and the world went black.

- - -

Emily woke up with bright lights staring down at her. She was lying in a bed; a cold stiff bed….a hospital. Again.

It all flashed back to her now. AJ couldn't have possibly hit her and knocked her out, so it must've been Williams. Who took her to the hospital? Did they tell AJ about her workings with WWE? Of course they did, she thought, or else AJ would be here with me right now.

A nurse walked in holding a bunch of flowers.

"Emily Hollings?"

She nodded.

"A young man just came by," she said, and held out the flowers. "He told me to give these to you."

Emily took the flowers and immediately checked the tag to see who it was from. From Aaron, it said. Aaron. Aaron Hollings was Emily's brother, who lived in Tampa not far from her. He never really visited her because his job was so busy, but he knew the hardships she was going through.

Although, on the inside, she had hoped the flowers were from AJ.

Since they obviously had told him, although he liked her before, TNA was his life, and no way would he give that up for her. To find out your friend was tearing down TNA for some extra money…must've been overwhelming.

She looked down at her body to make sure nothing serious had happened. Her arm had a cast on it – they must've broken it again, the bastards – and there was something wrong with her forefinger, it was all bent up and disfigured. Broken. She looked up at the nurse.

"Can I have a mirror, please?"

The nurse hesitated. "I'm not so sure you want to see your face, ma'am, you've been crying a lot in your sleep and the injuries have swelled it up."

"Please," Emily said.

The nurse handed her the mirror. She took one look in and began to shed tears right away.

Her face was red and swelled, the top of her left eye crusted over with blood; her lips were busted, she was missing a tooth, and the hair at the hairline had been pulled out. "I'm sorry," the nurse said. "When men pound up on women the way they pound on other men, it just isn't a pretty site."

Emily threw the mirror down on the ground and covered her face with the bedspread. Her whole life had become a living hell; these men had no mercy, and for as long as she keeps coming to TNA they never will. And worst of all, she had no one to lean on now.

Another man came through the door. A doctor.

"Emily Hollings?"

A flame of sorrow went over her heart, and she looked straight in the man's eyes.

"I wish I wasn't."