She opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying in a bed in a room where she had never been before. Her head was hurting like hell but that was the least worry on her mind. She had no idea where she was and that scared her. Her last memory was of her running away from the customer. Did he catch up with her? If he did, why would she be lying in a bed alone, clearly untouched since her clothes were still on?
She heard someone whistling and her eyes immediately went to the open door. No one was there but she could still hear the cheerful whistling coming from somewhere. The whistling turned into humming and she knew it would be a male figure waiting on the other side.
She quietly made her way up from the bed. Her head was pounding more than ever. She took slow steps while keeping a hand on her forehead. She made it out of the bedroom and walked towards the humming voice.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as he saw her.
He made his way over to her and put his arms around her while gently guiding her towards the couch.
"My head really hurts," she answered as she sat down.
He walked out of the livingroom and came back shortly after with painkillers and a glass of water.
"Take these," he said.
She looked at him, not sure whether or not to trust him.
"It's just aspirin," he said.
She reached her hand out and he put the pills in it.
"You gotta understand that I was forced to swallow another kind of pill last night so forgive me for not really trusting a strange man with pills this morning," she said.
However, she did put them in her mouth and swallowed them with the help of the water.
"Yeah, about that," he said as he sat down next to her. "What happened?"
"You tell me. How did I get here?" She asked.
"You stumbled into my arms out on the street. Told me to not let him get you and then you passed out. I took you back here," he answered.
"Thank you," she said.
"So I'm assuming that the one you were running from was your made up uncle from last night," he said.
"I don't wanna talk about it," she said and closed her eyes.
For a few seconds he just looked at her. Then he reached over and placed two fingers under her chin and let his thumb swipe just below her busted lip. She opened her eyes again and looked at him.
"Look, I know what you are and that's alright. I don't judge you," he said.
"What I am?" She asked and let out a short, cold laugh.
"Someone this young and beautiful shouldn't be out there turning tricks on the street," he said.
She pushed his hand away.
"Mind your own business," she mumbled.
"You kind of made it my business when you asked for my help. And by the way, you called me Moxley. How on earth do you know me by that name?" He asked.
She sighed and leaned back while searching his eyes.
"You don't remember me, do you? Why would you? That was five years ago and I looked a lot different back then. I had short hair back then. You told me to never forget your name," she said.
"Five years ago. Where did we meet?" He asked.
"At a party. I was 16 and hanging out with this older crowd. Everyone knew Moxley. They all feared and admired you at the same time," she said.
"They still do," he said with a smirk.
"You were a real asshole towards me. Hunted me down for a while, told me that no girl ever said no to the great Moxley and that you always get your way," she said.
"Jeez, did I hurt you?" He asked.
"Besides from screaming at my face and grabbing my arms? No," she answered.
"I'm sorry. I was way more messed up back then," he said.
She sat back up and emptied the rest of the water.
"I already knew who you were. I was watching the wrestling shows and I enjoyed what you did in the ring back then too. I just didn't know that you would bring that evil gimmick into your personal life as well," she said.
"I don't do that anymore... much," he said and twisted a little smile. "He's still in there though. Sometimes he comes out to play."
She let out a little laugh. He smiled at the sound. She had a cute laugh and he decided in that moment to do anything in his power to make her laugh some more as long as she was around him. Her laugh died out and her face turned serious again.
"So you know what I am. You can say it out loud. It's okay. You got some more questions you need answered?" She asked.
"How long?" He asked.
"Almost since that party. With you scaring the shit out of me, I realized I had to get away. Not just away from the crowd but away from everything. I used the crowd as an excuse, drinking to get away from home, slowly turning into my own alcoholic father except for the whole beating up kids thing," she answered.
"Beating up kids?" He asked.
"My father used to beat me. Anyway, I went home that night to get another beating as always. Nothing eventful about that. When he finally crashed from his own drunken state of mind, I threw whatever clothes I could fit in my backpack, emptied his vallet of the total of 71 dollars and I left. 16 years old and out on the streets alone. Didn't take many days before I realized you can't get far with that small amount of money so I turned to prostitution. What else was I supposed to do?" She said.
He felt a pain in his chest from her story.
"So you go to our shows and pick up customers?" He asked.
"I get in for free because the guy selling tickets is one of my customers. He gets a free ride, I get a free pass," she answered.
He sighed. How could she speak of it in that cold tone like it was no big deal?
"I don't just go there for customers. I also enjoy the shows very much. This might sound weird, but wrestling is a way of escaping. I sit like every other fan and just enjoy the show. For a couple of hours I'm just a normal person out enjoying myself. It isn't until it's over that I need to get back to work," she said.
He looked at her and smiled. That part he could understand. Wrestling had been his escape as well when he was teenager before actually starting to wrestle himself. He did a fast count in his head.
"If it has been five years, you're 21 now?" He asked.
She nodded.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Sadie," she answered.