2 Weeks Later:

Charlotte looked up from the book she was reading as Bayley walked into the living room, her hair still wet from the shower she had just been taking. It had been two weeks since the foursome had been granted time off and traveled back to Austin to where Bayley lived, the younger woman feeling slightly more comfortable in her own home, though she was still just a shell of who they once knew.

"Hey pretty girl," whispered Charlotte, offering Bayley a gentle smile, one which was shyly returned.

"Come here, love. Let me brush your hair," offered Charlotte, Bayley rolling her eyes at the gesture. "I can brush my own hair, Char."

Charlotte smiled. "I know, but when I was younger my mom used to brush my hair when I was upset. It always helped," she said, Bayley shrugging as she glanced down at the hairbrush, hesitantly handing it over to Charlotte.

Charlotte motioned for Bayley to sit in front of her, gently pulling her hair back, running the brush gently through it.

"I swear you are the luckiest out of all of us, never having to worry about dying your hair or adding extensions."

Bayley shrugged, glancing down at her fingertips. "You haven't talked much since we got here, baby girl. What's on your mind?" asked Charlotte.

"I just don't know what to say, I guess."

Charlotte nodding, continuing to work on her hair, occasionally using her hand to sweep it back. Bayley smiled at the comfort, turning towards Charlotte as she finished, leaning in to her friend's comforting embrace. Charlotte wrapped her arms around her friend, placing a kiss to her hair, watching as her friend's eyes began to close.

It had been two weeks since she'd passed out at the arena after confiding in Stephanie and Hunter; two weeks since they'd left the road completely and come back to Austin to live temporarily with Bayley while she continued to recover. She had found a new therapist in town to go to, and was seeing her regularly. She had made some progress; eating, albeit not a lot, but still eating, on her own, and though she was still very clingy to the girls, she was okay being in rooms on her own a little more. But she still was not sleeping through the night, and she still woke up from nightmares every time she tried to sleep; day or night.

"What would help you to sleep, honey? It's been almost a month since you've slept through the night, darling. I want to help you…." whispered Charlotte, cradling Bayley in her arms, keeping her lips close to her ear as she spoke.

"I just want to stop seeing him in my head," muttered Bayley, Charlotte sighing. Therapy would help. She knew that. It would just take time.

"You're fired."

Dave Batista looked at Hunter and Stephanie, choking on the water he had just chugged prior to his long time friend saying the two words he had never in his life imagined he would be hearing.

"What the….what the hell are you talking about, Hunter? Is this some kind of sick joke?!" cried Batista, knowing there was absolutely no way in hell he was actually fired. This could not be the reason he was randomly called down to WWE headquarters.

"No. No joke. You are no longer employed with the WWE," replied Hunter calmly, refusing to back down.

"On what grounds?!" demanded Batista, Stephanie shaking her head as she let out an incredulous laugh. "On what grounds," she muttered. "So many grounds that by the time we're through with you, you won't have a ground to stand on," she stated, speaking up for the first time during the conversation. "Firing you is the first and nicest thing that we're doing to you right now."

"What the fuck is going on here?! What are you talking about?!" yelled Dave, daring to step closer to Hunter, Hunter unafraid to meet his gaze.

"I'm talking about the night of SummerSlam, asswipe. After the show. Care to tell me on your own what you did or will I just hear it in the courtroom?"

"What are you talking about, Paul," growled Batista, standing toe to toe with his boss and long time friend.

"What did you do to her, Dave? The night after SummerSlam. I assume I don't need to give you her name," said Hunter, refusing to so much as blink in his stare down with Batista.

And Dave just smiled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

And he wanted to know how Hunter even knew about that night, about her. About what he had accomplished that night.

But he did know. And it didn't matter one way or the other to Dave that he did, not really.

Stephanie saw his smile and made a beeline for him, only to be stopped by her husband's arm reaching out to stop her.

"You fucking bastard," whispered Hunter, shaking his head, reaching out and swiftly grabbing Batista by the throat, shoving him against the wall. "You raped her! You raped her and you don't even have the balls to admit what you did!" he cried, slamming his body hard against the wall.

"Hunter, stop!" cried Stephanie, her husband pausing only for a moment to glance her way. "He's not worth it. You can kill him now, but it wouldn't be worth it. Let the lawyers handle it so his ass can spend the rest of his lifetime in jail."

Hunter shook his head, refusing to release his hold on Batista's neck, turning to face him once more. But Dave continued to smile.

"You fucking prick. I repeat what I said. You're ass is fucking fired. I never want to see you anywhere near this company or the superstars we employ ever again. And when I'm through with you, so help me God…" declared Paul, shoving Batista to the ground, kicking him for good measures. "You'll be hearing from our lawyers….and the police."

Dave let out a short fused laugh, shaking his head as he dusted himself off. "And you'll be hearing from mine. You can't prove shit."

Bayley sighed as she lied in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, opting to not share a room with Sasha tonight. She wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep. She needed to move past that horrible night that had happened a month ago. Four weeks. It had been four weeks since he had raped her.

The word still made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it.

She let out another deep sigh, rolling on her side and staring at the bottle of Tylenol PM she'd pulled from the bathroom. Anything to help, at this point, she thought. Three weeks of therapy had helped in certain aspects, but sleeping was not one of them, and so she was turning to the next best aid; medication.

She hated to turn to it, but she needed to sleep. She wasn't sure how much longer she could run on the little cat naps she managed to grab before undoubtedly being woken up by a nightmare. And in truth, Tylenol wasn't going to stop the nightmares either. But maybe it would help her sleep through them….

She just wanted to sleep. She didn't care anymore how she found it. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to go back to being normal. She wanted her friends to not have a reason to worry any longer. She wanted to go back to the person she was before that night.

And so she downed the recommended two tablespoons of the Tylenol, lying back down on her bed. She was going to sleep through the night. She was going to get all the rest she needed. This needed to work. She needed it to work. Charlotte and Becky and Sasha needed it to work. If she could just sleep through the night, if she could just wake up feeling rested for once, maybe that would take the rest of the edge off and she could start healing….

Maybe.