She put the key in the lock and smiled. He had given her a key to his apartment three days earlier but this was the first time she had actually gotten to use it. Weird how such a simple thing as turning a key could make her feel that way. Her stomach bubbled in joy as she unlocked the door and went inside.
A week had gone by since the night they first hooked up and it was safe to say that she had fallen in love with him. Never in a million years had she thought this would ever happen to her. That she would find a man who would accept her past, a man that would accept her, a man she could love and feel loved back by.
Her phone rang and again she smiled. He was really spoiling her. Clothes, a key and even a phone. She answered it with a smile when she saw his name on the display.
"It's your favourite girl," she said.
"Hey sweetheart, just wanna let you know that training is running late so I won't be able to make it home to get you. Can you make your own way to the arena tonight?" He asked.
"Yeah, no problem. Nervous?" She asked.
"A little," he answered.
"And you still don't wanna tell me whether or not I'll be sleeping with a champion tonight?" She asked.
"You know I can't do that but I can promise you that you'll be sleeping with me no matter what," he said.
"I'm gonna hold you to that promise," she said.
A titleshot. He had earned a titleshot and she felt so proud of him no matter what the outcome of the match would be. As she stood there later that evening screaming alongside all the other fans, that was all she felt: pride. He had earned it, he had deserved it.
The match was intense and went on for 20 minutes. He was down and looked like he was out. At the last second he rolled away from the foot that was about to connect with his face. He got to his feet fast, kicked and delivered a DDT. The entire audience rose to their feet and everyone roared as he stood tall as the new champion.
He looked down at her and winked. She was jumping up and down, screaming his name like everyone else. He rolled out of the ring with the belt in one hand while walking over to her. With his free hand he pulled her over the barricade and she got the famous lick up her cheek that she had received so many times before. She was so happy for him that she almost forgot to get into character.
"Tonight this lucky slut will be sleeping with a champion!" He yelled at the audience.
His words immetiately sent her into character. She couldn't be proud of him right now. She tried getting out of his grip but he tightened it around her as he dragged her backstage like so many times before.
"I'm so proud of you," she said once they were backstage.
He still had his arms around her and he squeezed her tight as he bowed his head down to kiss her.
"Now we party but later..." He let the words hang in the air as he slapped her ass and walked away to shower and get changed.
She watched from the couch as he came back. Everyone seemed to flock around him to congratulate him, wrestlers and ring rats. She was alright with it at first. He was celebrating and so he should be. She watched as bottles of whiskey were opened and shots started going down. He was right there downing shot after shot. As the time went on, she started feeling overlooked. It was like she wasn't even there for him in his victorious state.
A shot was being held up in front of her. She looked up to see Miz offering it to her. She took it and he sat down next to her.
"It's just for tonight. He's euphoric right now," he said.
"And very drunk," she said.
"I owe you an apology. I was an asshole to you back in the beginning and I'm sorry," he said.
"Apology accepted," she said as she smiled at him.
She downed her shot and he chuckled at her as he held up the bottle of whiskey and filled the glass again.
"Oh, hell no!" She said as her eyes went back to the crowd.
Dean had his hand on one of the ring rat's ass while he was leaning down to say something into her ear. Miz put his hand on Sadie's shoulder.
"Just remember you're the one he's going home with," he tried.
"So I should just accept that?" She spat out.
He didn't know what to answer so he just shrugged his shoulders. As she saw Dean squeeze the girl's ass, she got to her feet. The shot of whiskey in her hand was dropped on the floor but she didn't notice as she walked towards them in anger.
"Oh, hey babe," Dean said as he saw her.
"Babe? Really?" She asked.
Babe was never a word he had used for her before and she didn't like the sound of it. He kept staring at her with a grin on his face, his hand still on the other girl's ass.
"What's your game plan here, champ?" She asked in a cold tone.
"I was thinking maybe a threesome. Blondie here seems up for it," he said as his other hand went up to grab one of the girl's boobs. She giggled in return.
"If you wanna fuck her, just do it, but don't pull me into your drunken mess," Sadie said.
She started walking out. Out in the hallway a hand grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"What the hell is your problem?" He asked.
"You! You're my problem. I thought we had something but clearly I was wrong," she answered.
"I'm not allowed to celebrate now?" He asked.
"Of course you are. Celebrate all you want. Drink and puke together with your buddies. But you're not allowed to fuck some other girl when you're with me," she raised her voice.
"Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?" He challenged.
"No one apparently since you've just made it very clear to me that you're still single," she said.
She yanked her arm free and stormed out of the place.
Once back at his place she finally let her tears run. She rarely cried but this time she couldn't stop herself. She packed her backpack only with the clothes that was her own before she had known him. Everything he had given her, she left in the closet in the bedroom. She sat the bag down next to the couch before sitting down herself. She dried her eyes. She could disappear like a thief in the night but she wasn't sure that she wanted to leave. She needed to talk to him first. She turned on the radio in an attempt to keep the dark thoughts at bay while waiting for him.
He came back only 30 minutes later. She stood up as she heard him open the door. He came into the livingroom and threw the car keys on the table.
"You drove?" She asked shocked.
"What?" He asked.
"You're drunk. You could have killed someone," she said.
"Shut up for once," he growled.
He made his way towards her, almost like he was stalking a prey, and instinctly she started backing away from him. She stopped once she reached the wall and couldn't get any further. He grinned as he stopped in front of her. His fingers trailed up her bare arms and she got goosebumps.
"I am very disappointed in you," he growled.
His fingers stopped at her upper arms and he grapped on tight to them.
"You're hurting me," she whispered.
"So?" He asked.
That creepy grin was still on his face as he let go with one of his hands and pushed it up under her skirt. She grabbed on to his wrist and stopped him and she could see the anger in his eyes.
"Dean, please, we need to talk," she pleaded.
"What? I'm suddenly not good enough for you anymore?" He sneered.
He used more force and tried pushing his hand down her thong. In a moment of panic she slapped him. He took one step backwards but the anger in his eyes turned into fury and hatred. He closed the gap between them again and spoke in a low, degrading voice.
"Take it as the whore you are."
The words got stuck in her throat. The tears were pressing in her eyes again and she put all her strength in keeping them back. No way she would give him the pleasure of seeing her break down. He let out a cold, mean laugh before reaching for his wallet in his pocket.
"So how much do you charge? You can't be worth much. I think I should get a discount since you're living here for free. I'll tell you what, I'll give you 100 dollars for the entire week we've just had together and you better lay down and spread those legs for me in three seconds before I get very mad," he said, still in that degrading voice.
His phone started ringing. She breathed a sigh in releaf as he pulled it out of his pocket. He took a couple of steps away from her and put the 100 dollar bill on the table.
"Just a minute, babe," he said with a fake smile on his face as he walked into the bedroom to take the call.
Her eyes went to the money on the table and then to her backpack. It was now or never. Either she left now or she would never get out.
He came back a couple of minutes later to find her gone. His eyes went to the table. The money was gone but she had left something else. He walked over and saw the key to his apartment and the phone he had given her.
"She'll be back," he growled to himself as he dumped down on the couch and fell asleep to whatever song that was currently playing on the radio.