Chapter 11

It been over 20 minutes now since Batista had left Kitten in the room. She normally wouldn't have take this long, but he figured she was probably trying to out do him. He chuckled at the thought of Kitten rummaging through her suitcase looking for a an out fit for her to wear.

"Aye big man, what's taking Kitten so long?"

"I don't know. She never takes this long.", he said to Ric. He took out his phone and dialed her number. All he got was her voicemail. It wasn't like her not to pick up her phone. She tends to check it every 5 minutes. So the fact that she hadn't called back yet was making Batista a little nervous.

"Go see what's she's doing up there and tell her to hurry", HHH said impatiently. Batista nodded and headed towards the same elevator that he came in over 20 minutes ago. He reached his floor about a minute later, quickly walking out and down the long corridor. He went to go unlock his door, until he noticed that Kitten's door was cracked open a little. He walked over to the door and knocked. There was no answer so he slightly pushed the door open. The room was dark. There were no light on anywhere. Batista searched the wall for a switch. When he found one he turned it on and was shocked to what he saw.

Kitten's entire room was flipped upside down. Her clothes were everywhere, on the floor, the chairs, the mirror, and on the bed… the bed. Kitten's lifeless body was sprawled all over her queen sized bed. Batista ran over to her and tried to wake her up. He noticed that he cloths and underwear were torn from her. He also noticed that there was blood trickling down her thighs. Her lower abdomen was cut up and he could clearly see hand/finger prints bruising their way on to her beautiful skin. Batista's heart began to race. He took his shirt off and covered Kitten's naked body with it. As soon as he had laid the shirt on her, she began to softly cry.

"Please…. Stop… I'm begging you. Take what ever you want… just stop hurting me", she said quietly. She buried her head into the bed, cranking her neck as far as it could go. Batista picked her up gently onto his lap, careful not to hurt her anymore. She whimpered as he pulled her into his lap. He placed her head on to his left shoulder.

"Kitten, baby. It's okay, its me, Dave. Open your eyes, baby. Come on it's okay, it's just me in here.", he said in a hush voice. Once he had her in his arms, he picked her up and walked over to his door through the conjoined bathroom. Kitten began to whimper again. He looked down, and noticed that the blood from her lower torso was leaking onto his arm and shirt. He put her on his bed, resting her head on a pillow.

He took his phone out and dialed for an ambulance. The operator wasn't that helpful.

"State your name and emergency"

"David Batista. I think my friend has been raped. I need an ambulance fast!"

"Calm down sir, I need to know how do you know she was raped?"

"BECAUSE SHE WAS LEFT NAKED WITH HER CLOTHES RIPPED OFF ALRIGHT! SHE'S GOT BLOOD ALL OVER HER LOWER ABDOMEN!"

"Alright sir, I'm sending a paramedic team there right away, just make sure to keep her warm. If she is bleeding, she is going to be losing blood. This is going to make her body temperature drop. Just keep her body warm", she said. Batista looked over at her, and sure enough, Kitten was pale from the blood lost. He closed his phone and headed back over to the bed. He took the other half of the blanket that she wasn't laying on and covered her body with it.

There was noise in the other room, making Batista walk over to Kitten's room again. He slowly opened the door of her bathroom to see HHH, Ric Flair, and Randy Orton walking through the room. They had gathered Kitten's cloths from the floor and put them on the bed. HHH noticed the blood on the sheets of the bed. A worried expression came across his face. He looked over to the door and saw Batista standing there looking over the mess.

"Batista, what happened in here? Where's Kitten?"

"She's on my bed. Some one raped her", he said quietly. The other three men in the room just stared at him in disbelief.

"Raped her? How? When?"

"Just now. When I got here, the door was cracked open so I came in to see what was taking her so long. When I came in, there she was, naked and covered in blood. I took her over to my room and covered her up. She's been past out since I don't know when", Batista finished. He looked up at HHH who was staring back at him is a horror look on his face. Flair and Randy went over to the bed as well.

"Is she okay?"

"Don't know yet. I called an for an ambulance, but those fuckers aren't here yet." Batista said quietly. He still was in shock over what had just happened. Kitten was fine when he left her half an hour ago. She was telling him of her past. Telling him of what her parents did to her. How much pain she was in before all this, and now, after all those years a new kind o pain will come to her.

"I'm going back in there to see how she's doing.", Batista said to HHH. He nodded and put his hands back into his palms. Just as Batista left, the paramedics arrived knocking on the door.

"A David Batista said that there was an emergency here", one of the paramedics had said. HHH's head popped up from his hands and stood up, his muscles flexed and ready to kill these morons.

"Well it took you long enough. She could be dying in there. What were you guys doing, a donut brake?"

"Please sir, if there is an emergency we need to attend to it"

"Fine, follow me", HHH said angrily. He walked them through the bathroom door, and into Batista room. Batista was sitting next to the bed where Kitten laid motionless. The only sign that she was alive was the sheets going up and down on her upper body.

The medics came over to her and had asked Batista if he could leave them to do their work. He agreed and slowly walked himself out of the room. HHH had sat himself back onto Kitten's bed and looked up when the big man came walking through the door. Ric who was sitting in a near by chair stood up and walked over to where Batista had set himself down. Flair put his hand on his shoulder, reassuring him that Kitten would be alright. Randy couldn't sit still and began to pace around. Soon enough it was HHH that began to pace with him. Batista could have sworn that they two would have crashed on a couple of occasion. He smiled a little at the thought of them crashing into each other and landing on the floor.

About 30 minutes later, the medics came out of Batista's room with their medical supplies at hand. HHH and Randy stopped in opposite corners of the room from their pacing. The medic that had spoken to HHH before, came forward to him looking down at some paper work.

"Mr. Batista?"

"Yeah, I'm over here", Batista said as he stood up from his chair. The medic then turned and walked over to him.

"She is stable now. She has signs of sexual assault, but there is evidence of more than one assailant. Her lower abdomen has been taped up, for the cuts were so severe to require stitches. Her wounds will heal on their own. As for her emotional wounds, I can't tell you about them. It is up to her to know when to openly accept anyone right now. I suggest that you do everything as you normally would with her, except for working out of any kind. I want her wounds to heal…"

"Wait… your not taking her to the hospital?"

"No. She refuses to go, let alone try to move her. So if I were you I would take her maybe in a couple of days, when she can walk on her own."

"That's fine, I'll take her. Can we see here now?"

"Yes you can, but let her rest"

"Thank you for everything"

"You're welcome, Mr. Batista.", the medic said as he walked to the door. "Oh before I forget, I think someone should stay with her tonight, for this experience usually leaves women feeling very vulnerable."

"Yeah, I won't leave her side tonight, thanks again", Batista said looking at the man. He gave Batista a weak smile, before exiting and closing the door. Batista took a deep breath as the man left. He looked over to the others in the room, who all had a relief look on their faces.

"I'm going to go and sit with her for a while."

"We'll come with you, we want to check on how she's doing anyways", HHH said. The three men followed Batista out to his room through the bathroom. When the got into the other room, Kitten was sleeping in the bed, with sheets covering her small body. They could see where she was crying, because the tears she was shedding had left streaks down her face.

Batista noticed her face was now peaceful; the pain from her face had disappeared. He grabbed a chair for himself and pulled it towards the bed siting by her head. He moved a couple of stay hairs she had on her face. She stirred at his touch and turned her head in the other direction, away from him. He gave her a small, weak smile that didn't last longer that ten milli-seconds. HHH walked over to the side of the bed where Batista was sitting. He starred at her with such heavy eyes. Ric and Randy did the same on the other side, their eyes full of pain as well. HHH leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. This time, Kitten didn't move a bit. Ric and Randy did the same.

"We should get going, we'll see you later, okay?", HHH said to Batista as he put his hand on his shoulder. Batista looked up at his leader and nodded. "She's going to be okay. I've never seen a stronger woman in my life".

"Yeah big Dave, she'll be fine. She's be back to normal, before we know it.", Ric had cut in. Randy nodded with his elders and said, "If anything happens, just give us a call, alright big man?"

"Yeah, I'll do that. You guys get some rest", Batista said in a hush voice. HHH looked over at the animal and noticed he was distant when he said it.

"That goes for you too, Dave", HHH said to Batista. He smiled and patted the big man's shoulder. The other two did the same, and then followed their leader out the door. Batista waited till he heard the front door close, before he picked up his phone and called his general manager.

"Hello, Eric Bischoff here"

"Eric, it's Dave Batista. I need to tell you that Kitten won't be able to work for a while"

"Kitten, the new diva? Why, what happened?"

"Well some one attacked her and she needs some time off"

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know how much time she needs?"

"No, she's emotional effected as well, so I wouldn't know"

"Alright son, I'll tell Vince about it, and you call him when she's ready to come back"

"Yeah I'll do that. Thanks Eric.

"No problem big man, tell the champ I said hi", Eric said happily. Batista shook his head at the man on the other line. "Yeah I'll tell him you said hi", Batista said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He said his goodbyes and closed his phone. He took a deep breath, stood up to stretch and then headed towards his suitcase to grab some clothes before heading into the shower.

He turned the light on in the bathroom, turned around to check on Kitten, and then went into the bathroom, closing the door gently so he wouldn't wake her up. He took his shirt off and threw it, forcefully, at the floor. His temper was showing as he started throwing his stuff out of his bag and on the counter and in the sink. He leaned over the counter with his head hanging downward. After about a minute, Batista raised his tired head and looked back at the man he saw in the mirror. He could see the animal in his eyes just waiting to come out. He shook his head, in disagreement with what he was feeling and when he looked back up, the animal was gone.

He took a deep sigh and started to water in the shower. The steam quickly filled the bathroom as he undressed. He stepped inside and let the hot water run down his chest, back, head, and face. He turned the hot water all the way on, until it was hottest he could handle. He stood there for what seemed like 20 minutes, just gathering today events in his head. He was still in disbelief over what had happened today. It just felt so surreal.

He soaped himself, then washed his body off. Once he finished, he shut the water off and stepped out, wrapping a big white bath towel around his waist. He went over to the sink and wiped the steam off the mirror with his hand. He got out his brush and began to brush his teeth, closing his eyes in the process. Once he was done, he grabbed his boxers and his pajamas and put them on. Grabbing his dirty clothes, he stepped out the bathroom quietly and put them over by his suitcase. He was too tired to put them in the bag, for now, he would just leave them where he dropped them.

Batista walked over to where he had left the chair, next to Kitten, and sat down. Rubbing his massive hands over his face he looked over at the clock on the night stand next to him. It read 3:43 a.m. His eyes were getting tired and he closed them. He began to calm down and relax a little in the chair.

"B-Batista… y-you there?", a faint voice said. His eyes popped open from the sound of the voice. He sat up straight and looked down at Kitten as she raised her hand up a little, reaching out to him. He gently took her little hand in his big one and squeezed it a little, telling her that he was defiantly here.

"How do you feel baby girl?", he said quietly. She never opened her eyes but she gave him a faint smile. Batista was relieved to see her smile, for he wasn't sure if she would ever smile again.

"I'm okay. How are you? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm fine, you just rest. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, but come to bed. This bed is a Cal-King, remember, there's enough room for both of us in here."

"You sure, I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already are", Batista said softly. He brushed some of her hair out of her face so he could see her smile as she nodded, "It's okay, I'm fine". Batista let go of her hand and walked to the other side of the bed. Kitten's eyes were still closed but smiled as she felt his weight on the other side of the bed. He crawled in next to her, noticing she was still naked. The only thing covering her body, were the bandages the medics put on her lower stomach.

"Batista? Can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah anything…"

"Can you hold me? Just for tonight"

"Yea of coarse I will, but are you sure I won't hurt you?"

"Yeah, you could never hurt me, at least not the way they did."

"Don't talk about them just yet, okay.", he said softly. He moved over next to her, putting her head on his right bicep, her head facing his chest. She turned her body over so that her body was also facing Batista. She put her right hand on his left pec. Batista gently put his left arm on her waist. Kitten began to cry into his chest, her right hand on his chest, curling with each sob. Batista kissed the top of her head and kept telling that it was alright to cry. He would get them who ever they were. He began rocking her body gently, while at the same time rubbing her back.

The two Evolution members were sleeping, when the rest of Evolution walked through the door. Since Kitten's door was never closed, they went in through that way. HHH, Ric Flair, and Randy Orton saw Batista and Kitten sleeping peacefully together under the sheets. Kitten was laying on Batista's right pec, her right hand on his stomach, with her pinky on his navel. Batista was laying on his back, with his right arm around Kitten's waist, and the left hand falling off the bed. The other three members looked at each other than walked out of the room. They thought it best that they let both of their fellow stable-mates sleep a bit longer.

A/N: Wow that was a long chapter, but I'm happy with it. Thanks to everyone who had been reviewing this story, and those who haven't, can you please do so, it really means a lot. Well I have to tell you that I have mid-terms coming up soon so I might not update ASAP! Lol but I'm going to try. Anywho thanks again and please review everyone! Love ya! ;D