BECKY LYNCH was terrified. What the hell just happened? She honestly didn't even know. But she knew that those were not wrestling bruises. Charlotte and her road in an unsettled silence for about 30 minutes of the 4 hours car ride until Charlotte spoke up,"w-what do you think happened?"

Becky sighed,"I don't know Char."

Charlotte looked away from the road for a split second,"do you think someone is-," Charlotte had a hard time finishing the sentence.

"I don't know Char, I'll call her." Becky told her picking up her phone and dialing in the contact "Paigey-boo" she clicked on the icon of Paige smiling like an idiot giving a goofy thumbs up and waited for the dial tone putting it on speaker. It rung three times before it was picked up.

"Hello?" A British accent answered.

"Hey Pai it's Becky, I'm just checking up on you."

"Why? You should hate me!"

"I don't hate yo-"

"You can't call me again..please."

"Why?"

"YOU JUST CANT!" A door could be heard opening in the background,"shit I gotta go."

Becky faced Charlotte with a look of horror on her face, what just happened. Becky just wanted to get to the hotel and see if Paige was already seeing that she was already there.

Three and a half hours later the two women arrived at the hotel. They checked in and went to their room. Both women were exhausted and immediately went to bed, Charlotte fell right asleep, sleeping in her usual bed always on the left side alone. Becky on the other hand was having a harder time, usually her and Paige shared and bed and Becky had grown so used to the British girls vice like grip on her and her soft snores. The more Becky thought about it, the more she noticed that Paige was rooming with them less and less. Becky with her mind whirling fell into a restless sleep only to be awaken by the tone of Paige's ringtone. She unlocked her phone and answered,"hello?"

"B-b-Becky? Hello? Are you there?" Panicked voice responded.

"Hey calm down, I'm right here what's going on?"

"We got in a fight, he got mad, can I sleep with you?"

"Yeah we're in Room 93"

Five minutes later a timid knock on the door alerted Becky and she went to go unlock. Oh what she met on the other side was something she could never un-see. Paige had a ugly black eye, busted lip, and what resembled a hand print the right side of her face. Becky was dazed and ushered her inside. Both girls didn't talk but knew exactly what Paige needed. Paige laid on the bed with Becky close behind and held the ginger in her arms tightly. Becky waited for the pale girl's breathing to even before falling asleep herself.

CHARLOTTE FLAIR had the shock of her life when she saw the broken battered body of what resembled a Paige clutching into Becky. Both were asleep but Charlotte knew Becky was in that weird half asleep half listening state she went into. Charlotte as quietly as she could got her stuff together and took a shower. When she came out she noticed Paige had woken up but hadn't dared to move in fear of waking up Becky. Charlotte silently waved hi but had an expression that meant,'we are going to talk and I don't care if you want to or not.'

Becky slowly awoke and buried herself into Paige's neck before waking up fully. All three girls started their day in a comfortable silence before Charlotte had to bring up the elephant in the room," what the hell happened to you?"

Paige tried to compose herself and it seemed like she came up with the first thing that made any sense,"I got hit in the face with one of those big crates"

"Yeah and I'm Donald Trump" Charlotte answered sarcastically, her features softened," you know you can talk to us right? About anything."

Paige's voice cracked in that way the girls knew all to well when she was about to freak out,"I can't."