To Be Saved
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Written by: Jen
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Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance Characters: Victoria, Randy Orton, Batista/Dawn Marie, Brock Lesnar, Paul
Wight Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters, storylines, etc... nor am
I affiliated with the WWE or Titan Sports in any way.
Distribution: Please ask first :-D
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Lisa closed her eyes slowly as she let out a shallow breath. She was sore, tired, and physically spent... The person that had saved her, so to speak, was gone now. She'd sent him away after only a short while of him being in her room. It had proved to be far more overwhelming than she'd thought it would be.

.....

Lisa's eyes remained closed for a moment after Paul had left, her mind wandering endlessly. She had no idea who was going to walk in her room, and to be honest she didn't know if she even wanted to see them. But, she would... Paul was sending him in.

Her eyes reopened when she heard the door being pulled open, and then a large man emerged in the doorway. Widened eyes caught his glance, and she found it hard to speak. "B—Brock?"

"Hey Lis..." He spoke, his voice quiet. Him and Lisa hadn't spoken since she'd broken up with him and ran off with Randy. But now, now things were different. They were different because the way that he had found her. And they were different because of what Paul and he had talked about in the waiting room.

Randy was hurting her. He was hurting his Lis. And now that he knew that, he looked at her a little differently... hell, he thought of her differently. She'd been abused, and he didn't know how to swallow that. "Brock, what... I mean, why are you..." She stuttered slowly, her eyes still wide as she watched him step further into the hospital room, the door swinging closed behind him.

"I thought that Paul said he would be sending in the person that..." Instantly, Lisa stopped what she was saying, coming to a sudden realization as he finished the statement for her.

"...found you." He completed her statement, his right hand already in a cast from punching the wall earlier in anger. Brock had calmed himself down considerably since then, though, and was ready to talk to her... and ready to see if she would talk to him in return. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm... I'm fine." She told him with a slight nod to her head. She obviously wasn't fine, the bruises that were scattered across her face, down her arms, on her thighs and various other areas of her body being the biggest sign of that.

"You don't look fine." Brock stated flatly, realizing the tone in his voice he exhaled slowly. His eyes had immediately been drawn to her body, to the bruises. He'd known they were there, and he'd seen the blood that had been a result of the beating she'd been given. "You can't lie to me, Lisa... I saw you before they cleaned you up."

"I'm a tough girl, Brock. I get beat up for a living, I think I can handle it." She forced a small laugh, her entire body aching from the forced laughter.

"I never said that you couldn't handle it, Lis... but this wasn't you at work. And this wasn't an accident. This is something that he did on purpose." He spoke slowly, his eyes never leaving her as he spoke.

"You've been talking to Paul." Her voice came out as a barely there whisper, refusing to lift her eyes to his. Suddenly, she found the bed sheets to be interesting, and exhaling slowly she picked at it uncomfortably.

"Yeah, I've been talking to Paul. He's the first person that I called when we got here. Lis, you have no idea what it was like to walk into that room." He told her slowly, an unsteady shake that was never in his voice there, obviously having been shaken by the sight of her covered in her own blood. "It wasn't anything like getting hit in the ring full force, Lis. This wasn't an accident. He did this on purpose. You were bleeding so damn much."

"It wasn't who you think it is."

"It wasn't Randy?" Brock raised an eyebrow slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't want to seem overbearing at all, but here she was... trying to make him believe that Randy hadn't hit her. Beat her. And from the position that she'd been in when he got there, she had been ra—

Thankfully, his thoughts were interrupted, not wanting to form the word in his mind, let alone let it be known as the truth. "He wouldn't do that to me." She told him, lifting her brown eyes up to his slowly. He was the man that she used to love, and she couldn't help but silently wish for the happy simplicity that she'd once had. Before she was sent into this tornado called her life, all she wanted was for it to spit her back out.

"No? He wouldn't raise a hand to you? That's not what I've heard. He's openly admitted that he'd put you into your place, Lisa. Don't tell me that he wouldn't hurt you, because the both of us know that's a line of bullshit."

"It's not your concern anymore, Brock! You and I have been over for a long time." Lisa informed him, as cold of a tone as she could manage coating her words. She wanted him gone, she didn't want him there, didn't want him playing the part of the concerned boyfriend. He hadn't been that in a long time.

"No, you're wrong. It is my concern, Lisa! I can handle you leaving me for the asshole. But when I find out that he's hit you..." He trailed off slowly, before his eyes met hers with a fierce intensity to them. "When I know he's raped you."

"Get out!" Lisa demanded, her eyes widening in shock and anger. He'd hit the nail on the head, and the longer he stayed in the room, the more that he revealed. She had to be strong until he was gone, and then her real emotions could be put forth.

"I won't just get out, Lisa. You're pushing me away because I'm the only one but you and that idiot that knows the whole truth." Brock pointed out, his voice a whisper. "He can't hurt you if you let us—"

"I don't need protecting. Now get out of my room, or I'll have them call security."

"Fine, I'll go." He told her quietly. "But don't think he's not going to pay for this." And with that, Brock turned on his heels and exited her room, the door slamming behind him, balling up his good fist and looking to hit someone. He resisted the urge though, remembering what had happened only a couple hours prior when he'd taken his anger out on the wall. .....

Lisa ran her hands roughly over her face, resting her head in her hands after a moment. Brock knew, and she could only fear what might happen. Between Paul and Brock, they could really hurt Randy. Exhaling sharply, tears began to stream down her cheeks in rapid succession. They needed to leave Randy alone, because if they didn't, Lisa's world would fall down around her... and she didn't know if she'd be able to pick the pieces up again.