A/N: Thanks for the reviews! She is another short chapter R&R
Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge
To spend your waking moments, simply killing time
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, to give up on your...
Life for you, (who we are) has been less than kind
So take a number, (who we are) stand in line
We've all been sorry, (who we are) we've all been hurt
But how we survive, (who we are) is what makes us who we are
An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life
I felt like hell when I finally rolled out of bed. Everything hurt, I felt like I was ran over by a car. I stumbled tiredly to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. My eyes were rimmed black, I was so tired.
"J...J..Justin?" I heard a small voice comeing from the room. It was Evan, I dried of my face and rather woozy walked into the room. When I saw what Evan was looking at I felt faint. There was a large blood stain on the bed I was sleeping in.
"Oh god." I whimpered as I lightly felt the back of my shorts. When I pulled my fingers away they were coated with blood. I looked over at Evan with wide eyes before the room started spinning. Everything went black after that.
"Evan we need to call him a doctor, he could be really hurt."
"Randy, he isn't bleeding anymore and he will be really upset if We took him without his permission."
"Evan, this is..."
"I'm fine." I groaned tiredly as I pulled myself up into the seated position. I tried to ignore the burning sensation that traveled up my back. Evan's eyes went wide and he sat beside me with a sad look on his face.
"Who did this?" The younger man with his arm in a sling asked. I tried to shrink even more. I didn't want them to think I just laid back and took this. I don't want to look this pathetic.
" Mason Ryan.." I said softly as I played with the bed sheets.
"Who?" Evan looked up at Randy and John with a confused frown.
" That...That big guy that hangs around Punk?" Randy asked as he was rubbing the top of his shaved head. " Why would he rape you?'
"Punk, he told him too...He wanted me to sleep with him..He's crazy." I said almost more to myself. " He is the one that hurt Daniel and he said he was gonna hurt Evan unless I slept with him." I finally looked back up at the other three. Evan looked confused, Randy looked angry and John looked like he wanted to kill someone.
"He's fucking dead." John snarled as he started to pace. "I'm going to talk to Vince right now."
Randy sat on the other bed and rubbed his face. " It won't make any godamn difference."
"what are you talking about Ortzs?" John snarled slightly.
"He isn't gonna get fired, he isn't gonna get suspended or even talked too." Randy looked up with a shrug.
" Why in the fuck not."
"Punk has been sleeping with Hunter for the past two years. Stephanie and Vince both know and they ignore it. We are going to think of another way to protect Evan." Randy said with a firm nod.
" And Justin." Evan reminded him with a look.
I looked around at the group and quickly got out of the bed. "I'm gonna have a shower okay. " I gave them all a very fake smile before getting to the bathroom before Evan could stop me. I turned on the shower. As I was getting undressed I heard the voices in the room getting louder. They were all fighting, I moved closer to the door to hear them.
"Randy he has nowhere else to go!"
" i don't care Evan, it's our job to keep YOU safe not him. We will still watch him but he can't stay here anymore. We don't want you to get hurt!"
" John talk to him!"
" Evan, I'm sorry but Randy is right, we got to take care of you. Your first."
I couldn't listen anymore, I quietly opened the bathroom door and gave them a fake smile. " I'm gonna go." I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. " I don't want you guys to get hurt."
Evan lightly touched my arm. " Justin please stay. "
I just shook my head and smiled. " I'll be okay, I just want you to be safe." I smiled again once more before turning on my heels and walking to the door. Once I walked out of the room, I started tearing up again. I had no room, no protection and I still felt woozy from loseing blood. I slumped against the wall with my head in my hands.
"Justin?" I turned when I heard a small voice. I turned to see Heath standing there looking rather nervous.
" Hi Heath." I said in a soft voice. He looked tired and paler then usual. I pulled myself to my feet and gave him a small smile.
He looked around nervously as he rubbed his neck. " He...He's gone...Do you wanna talk.."
I nodded and squeezed Heath's hands. " Ya..Let's go...We really need to talk." I pulled my bag up higher as I followed the red headed man to the elevator. I hoped he would be willing to help me. I knew we wouldn't survive much longer being victims.
A/N: When I started this chapter I wasn't gonna make randy kind of douchey but after I read the Smackdown spoilers...I changed my mind