To Be Saved

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Author: Jen

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Characters: Victoria, Randy Orton, Brock Lesnar, Scott Steiner, Batista/Dawn Marie, Paul Wight

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. But this is my piece of writing, so please don't steal.

Distribution: Ask first.

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"I thought you'd never call." Randy spoke into the phone, surprised to hear his girlfriend's voice. He knew what was going on-- or he had concocted his own idea of what had happened at least. Randy had assumed that Lisa had called herself an ambulance; and in all honesty he'd been waiting for a cop to show up at his hotel room for days… which led him to another possibility.

Maybe Lisa hadn't called herself an ambulance, somebody else had. And he was sure that Paul along with Dave and Dawn had come to their own conclusions and tarnished his Golden Boy reputation in World Wrestling Entertainment. "I was waiting for you to come see me at the hospital." The bruised brunette spoke into the phone, her voice still a quiet whisper. She didn't know why she kept crawling back to him, why despite all that he had done for her all that she wanted was for him to come back to her, and hold her in his arms.

"Baby… I didn't know what hospital you were at." Randy spoke, feigning a hurt tone.

"But Paul called you." Lisa spoke in confusion, her forehead creasing slightly, distinctly remembering the words that Paul had spoken to her. "He said you'd be down and you never came. I-- I thought…"

"He never called me, baby… Paul lied to you." At the close of Randy's words, Lisa felt a pit slowly forming in her stomach. One thing that had kept the two friends so close in the past few years was their honesty. Lisa had been stabbed in the back too many times, and Paul was the first person that she had truly trusted. The trust that she had in Paul? Shattered. Paul had never called Randy and that was why he hadn't showed up. She was convinced that he hadn't showed up because he hadn't cared, that's what Paul had reiterated to her. And all along he'd been lying. Her best friend, a man that she'd trusted above all others had betrayed her. Closing her eyes painfully, she felt a tear move gradually down her bruised cheek.

"I miss you baby…" Not a moment after the words had left her mouth, she heard the door creaking open slowly. It was probably Dawn, she'd slipped out while Lisa had been napping. She probably wouldn't like the idea of her calling Randy so soon after everything happening, especially since she'd convinced her to stay in her hotel room for the time being, at least until she'd healed some and cleared her head. And she trusted Dawn-- not that she knew who to trust now. But Dawn had yet to prove unworthy of Lisa's trust. She knew what Randy did was wrong, she was still afraid of him… so why then did she want to plead with him to come and get her? "I've gotta go, baby… I'll call later."

"I love you, Lisa."

"I love you too, Randy… bye."

Brock and Paul exchanged glances as they stepped inside of the hotel room, hearing the last words that had escaped her mouth before placing the phone back on its cradle. "You were talking to Randy?" Paul asked, forcing himself to remain composed as he stepped further into the hotel room, hearing the door click shut behind them as he neared her bed.

"Maybe I was." Lisa spoke flatly, slowly turning onto her side so her back was to them.

Paul could feel the blood rushing to his face, but he didn't want to yell. None-the-less he heard his voice gradually rising in tone. "Why would you call that son of a bitch after what he's put you through?"

Lisa heard the bitter tone of her own laugh as it passed her lips, the sound almost foreign to her. Rarely was she a bitter person, someone who was the first to indulge in confrontation. But right now all that she wanted to do was to start a confrontation and lash out at someone-- especially the person, or rather, one of the persons that had betrayed her trust. "Well I had to call him since somebody else didn't."

Paul glanced over at Brock for a minute, the features on his face instantly softening. She'd found out that he'd never called Randy and never asked him to come down to the hospital for Lisa. It wasn't that Paul wanted Lisa to feel let down, or to be upset because he hadn't showed up. But quite honestly, he didn't trust Randy. How could he after what he had done? And the last person that Lisa had needed beside her hospital bed was the man that had put her there. "Lis--"

"Don't Lis me."

"Lisa--"

"Brock, don't cut in where you're opinion isn't needed. Or would you like to get ripped a new one as well?" The dark haired diva lashed out, slowly sitting up in the bed, but still refusing to look at the two men. If she had looked at them they wouldn't see a face full of anger and rage, they would see a face full or hurt and pain… the face of a woman who felt betrayed by her best friend.

Brock silently held his hands up in the air. He'd heard the shakiness in her voice, knew that she was on the edge. But being the one that had found her, having seen her before she'd been cleaned up at the hospital, he'd known what she'd been through. Brock couldn't get his head around the idea of her crawling back to the man who'd beat the living hell out of her. Sitting on the bed across from Lisa, he glanced at her silently, seeing the hurt on her face.

"You didn't need to see him." Paul spoke with a soft sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed-- the opposite end that she was on.

"Maybe I did-- but maybe I didn't. But you know Paul, there is one thing that I needed that day." Feeling her tear ducts overflow with tears, she glanced away from the features of her ex-beau's face. She hated looking at anyone in a weakened state, she was a strong woman and that was what she wanted to be looked at as. "I needed the man that I'd come to trust the most to be honest to me. Not to lie to me!" As soon as the words had left her mouth, she regretted it. Not because of the words, but because of the pain that the yelling had caused throughout her body.

"I didn't lie to you." Paul spoke, but before he had the chance to further defend his actions a few days prior, the diva was already interjecting.

"You weren't lying to me? Then what would you call it Paul?"

"Protecting you." Shaking her head slightly she turned to Paul and simply pointed to the door.

"Get out, Paul. Get out now. You ramble about trust and faith… about how our friendship is so important to you. Well you know what? You proved exactly how much our friendship meant to you when you lied to me. I don't want to see you-- ever again."

"Lis--"

"I said get out!" Turning away from him she covered her face with her hands, the palms of her hands absorbing the tears that we falling from her eyes. With a sigh Paul rose to his feet, Brock sending him an emphatic look. He knew what Paul was going through-- he knew what it was to protect the people that you cared the most about. If he were Paul he would've done the same thing knowing that Randy had hurt her.

"As long as Brock's here." Paul spoke with a slight nod, eyes on her disheveled body. He wouldn't go away, at least not forever. For the time being, while she was still so angry and her bruises were so fresh he'd give her time to heal. But only knowing that there were other people there who cared so much about her.

"I don't need a babysitter." Lisa muttered as she pulled the comforter over her body, shaking her head. No longer listening, the boys exchanged a few words before Paul slipped out of the room. Hearing Brock pace around the room uncomfortably, Lisa repeated her previous words. "I don't need a babysitter, Brock."

"I know you don't need one, you're capable of taking care of yourself. But, c'mon… who doesn't want some big famous wrestler watching over her?" Brock teased with a slight wink in her direction as he sat on the other bed. As much as he wanted to have a talk with Lisa, she didn't need any more confrontation-- not today. She needed her mood lightened, needed to remember what it was like for a smile to cross her lips.

"Oh yeah, that's my dream come true." Lisa gave a sarcastic laugh, wiping subtly at her eyes. "So, Brock?"

"Yeah?" Brock instantly returned the verbal exchange, eyes resting intently on him. Offering him a half-smile, his attitude lightening her mood slightly, she spoke in a the calmest tone she'd used since waking up.

"What's on tv?" Brock breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this morning wouldn't be so bad… he prayed that he wasn't wrong. Walking over to grab the remote he tossed it onto the bed she was resting in.

"Whatever you want, baby girl. Whatever you want."