A/C: Uh huh...well, I know I haven't updated any of my stories until now but summer has arrived and school is out...so that means more updating. This chapter is really obsession-like and a bit dark for what I write. Sooooo enjoy and tell me what you think, please!
Randy sat down on the couch in Evolution's locker room. The other three men went to Vince's office to try and persuade McMahon into telling them what then announcement. Randy knew that Vince wouldn't say anything so why bother wasting time?
Aside from that, there was something else that bugged him. How could Stacy actually accuse him of rape? Well, he did sort of force himself on her-no! She wanted it! Stacy could've rightfully said no to him and called Amy earlier, but she didn't. So it wasn't rape. It was willingness then regret.
Something else that had bugged him was how her big, brown eyes screamed in shock when he hit her. He, himself, was quite surprised. Randy Keith Orton has never struck or yelled at a woman before. The idea itself was absurd. Any male who has enough balls to raise their hand at women is no man at all. But the look on Stacy's pretty face is what disturbed him the most.
The tears came down her face were like waterfalls. She looked more beautiful than any other woman in the world at the point. Seeing her in pain and depression somehow made Stacy the most unique and sensational creature. Her dazzling face soaked in salty tears, to her bronze skin and amazing physique; pink lips partly open and pouted. Who wouldn't fall in love with this mortal? Wait-cross that. She wasn't mortal at all. Stacy was a goddess.
Randy! Did you just say you loved her? His conscious asked.
No! I said who wouldn't fall in love with her...
It's the same thing isn't it?
Of course not. But any man would be lucky to have her at their side. She's absolutely gorgeous.
Are you falling for her all over again?
Again? When did I fall in love with her the first time?
When you publicly kissed her...
It wasn't love then!
Ah! So you admit that you're falling in love with her this time...
NO! Argh! Leave me alone! You're not helping me.
But somewhere deep in his heart he knew it was true. He was falling for Stacy...again. All he could do since their last encounter was think about her. She's become his obsession in a matter of days. The thing that he loved most about this situation was that she couldn't escape him no matter what she did. He would find her because his unhealthy infatuation with her drove him.
Everything about her was to obsess over. Her personality, how she never saw a downside to anything. Her smile, something she did often, pearly white teeth showing themselves. Her scent, strawberry shampoo and peachy body wash claiming her all around. It drove him mad, and his thoughts seemed to bounce off the walls, then echo to his head.
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She let the water work itself down her body and throughly through her hair. The refreshing smell of her body wash teased her nose. Then she shut the water down and looked around herself to smile at the haze the heated water created.
Stacy wrapped the towel around her body as her blond hair cascaded down her back, dripping with water from her wash. She walked over to the sink and wiped the fog from the mirror. She looked at her reflection only to find the door open.
"I thought I closed the door,"she said to herself. She walked over to close the door, feeling a slight discomfort for which she didn't know was. It was almost as if someone was watching her; someone was in there with her and she wasn't alone. But that would be absurd because she locked-
Stacy looked directly in front of her, raising her eyebrows with suspicion. The locker room door was open as well. She tightened the towel around her and crept over towards the door. She peered outside and found no one. It was probably just one of the other girls, Stacy thought. She locked the door when there was a soft touch on her shoulder. She turned around and was ready to smack something when she was met with green eyes.
"Oh, shit! Torrie! Don't ever scare me like that again!"Stacy said, smiling with relief as she hugged her best friend.
"Sorry, Stace. Trish and Amy told me you were in the women's locker room so I came to look for you,"Torrie said.
"Well you could've at least closed the door." Stacy went back into the bathroom she came from and started to brush her hair.
Torrie looked at her with confusion. "I did close the door. Then I went into the other bathroom because you take forever to shower!"
"That's besides the point,"Stacy stated bluntly. "The door was open to both the bathroom and locker room."
"How strange,"Torrie said, leaning against the door frame. "I heard about Orton." Torrie saw Stacy pause for a moment at the mentioning of his name. She hugged Stacy from behind and rested her chin on Stacy's shoulder. "I'm really sorry, babe. I just want you to know that I will always be here for you no matter what. You know that don't you?"
Stacy gave an small smile. "Yeah, I know that."
"Ok, well, I just wanted to check up on you. I have to go because I have an early flight to Dallas tomorrow morning." And with a final hug, Stacy was left alone again. Yet again, Stacy found the door open.
It was probably Torrie who left the door open, seeing has how she has right now. That girl can be so forgettable at times, Stacy joked. She couldn't see quite clearly in the mirror so she wiped more fog. Looking closely into the mirror, she saw something that she hoped she would never see in quite sometime. It took everything inside of to refrain from screaming.
Two blue orbs seem to glow in the dark from the closet where she could see was outside the bathroom. Her heart stopped and when it began pumping again, it would skipped a beat. Just wanting to quickly get dressed and brush her hair while pretending to ignore the stalking eyes, she hurried her movement. For a moment she could hear the snicker coming from the eyes, and again she hurried her movement to a faster pace. She cursed her hair for being so tangled. To calm herself down she closed her eyes and took deep breathes. Before she could open them short pants were walking down her spine, making the little blond hairs on her back to stand.
She could feel his presence; smell his expensive cologne that lingered in the air. Stacy could feel the change in the atmosphere, how the heat was suddenly changed to that cold aroma she hated.
"Hey, love,"he whispered into her ear as he tug on the lobe.
"What the hell are y-you doing here?"she choked. His fingers caressed her neck, the coldness of his touch battling with her hot skin. When she opened her eyes, the blue orbs flashed with anger as she was pushed into the wall. "Randy, what the fuck are you doing to me!" She struggled to get out of his arms.
He snickered and gave an unpleasant smirk soon turning into a frown. "What am I doing to you? What am I doing to you? What are you doing to me?" Stacy was so confused by the question.
"I don't-I don't understand..."Stacy said as he let go of her. He looked at her, tilting his head to the side as if she was crazy.
"You stupid whore. What the fuck are you doing with me? I hate you because of this! Why is that you're the only one I can think about? Why does the sight of you in misery please me? What did you do? What kind of spell did you cast on me!"Randy shouted. Stacy still stared blankly. "You still don't get it do you? The very fact to know that I am the cause of you unhappiness plays around in my head and is turned into enjoyment. The fact to know that I am the reason to your mental and physical state," he said, pointing to her obvious bruised cheek. "is amazing. The fact that you are my one and only obsession is ridiculous!" He inched closer to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "What ever you are doing to me for any reason, stop it..."
Without her mind running through and explaining what the bastard was telling her, he placed his lips on hers. A gasp escaped her lips, and at that, Randy took his tongue and inserted it into her mouth. With more force than needed her pushed her further into the wall. The towel once wrapped around her body securely was now dropped to the floor, allowing her breast to brush over his bare chest. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to wear he supported her on the wall. The sweet kisses turned into needy contact as the kisses where moved towards her neck.
Stacy turned her neck so that he could have better access to her neck. Something told Stacy that this is same guy who hit her only a couple of days back, the same man who hit her with an RKO. Then something else told her that this was the guy who saved her HHH, the same man who she fell in love with.
Before she could think any further about the situation, Randy pulled down his sweats and positioned himself at her bare entrance. He whispered huskily, "I hate you with every thing inside of me." And he took her. He pushed himself deeper inside of her every single time her thrust. Stacy caught his eyes when her stomach gave weird reactions. His eyes were dark, and something told her that she was causing him as much trouble as he was causing her. With a final thrust Stacy fell to the ground as she watched Randy pull up his pants and walk out.
She let tears escape her eyes. She wasn't crying, they were just tears. And it wasn't because of him; she let her guard down again to the person she hated more than anything.