A/N: Okay the next few chapters are gonna be different because as you can see from the last chapter Justin is gonna be alittle out of it for awhile and I like where this is gonna go in my head :D So the is in Heaths POV R&R
Oh and I got this song off of Justin twitter
P.S With the whole Cm Punk having vodka thing, he just uses it to have more control over his victims plus I read somewhere Justin does not drink so it's even more traumatic
You need to wake up and face it
So you can taste my reality
Now you're stuck in this place you hate
And you came here so happily
Then it made you lose your faith
And that's what fucked with your sanity
Say goodbye to your soul and say hello to your vanity
Hollywood is your friend, and the undead are your family
We'll take you to the edge, and turn your regret into agony
And I'll never let you go, cuz I know you'll come back to me
I'm the reason you came here, I'm the American Tragedy
I was awoken by the door opening. I expected Justin to walk in tired and sad, I was ready to get up and comfort him with cuddling and reassuring words. That wasn't the cause. Justin was tossed on the ground by Mason Ryan and the South African only moaned softly and curled up into a ball. Mason didn't say a word as he set the key card down on the counter and turned to leave. I looked down at Justin before running after the over sized Welshman.
"Mason what the fuck happened to him?" I asked grabbing the much taller man by the back of his New Nexus tee-shirt. He turned and looked down at me like I was nothing but a speck of dirt.
"He spent night with Punk. I told to bring him back to you. You clean him up, he your problem now." Mason said with his thick accent before prying my hand off his shirt and heading back to his room.
"Motherfuckin' hell." I growled before going back to my hotel room. It took quite abit of work but I got Justin up on the bed. He looked like he got hit by a bus and stank like a bar. His breathing was shallow and laboured, he had very angry looking bruises and burn marks everywhere but the scarcest thing was the fact he wasn't moving. "Justin come on wake up. I need ya please wake up." I muttered as I pulled off his tee-shirt.
He finally made a noise when I started slowly cleaning the marks on his chest. A soft mewing as he weakly tried to bat my hands away.
"Go away baba, I tired." Justin muttered as his eyes opened alittle bit. They were clouded and dull. "Nothing hurts anymore. I don't feel anything...It's nice." He said before closing those beautiful eyes again.
My hands started to shake as I kept gently washing his chest. I got him cleaned up quickly and laid beside Justin running my fingers threw that soft jet black. Sadly this was way too familiar. A few months ago, I would have been the one passed out in the bed, wanting to die but now I was the one trying to put everything back together. This sucked.
After making sure Justin was asleep I wiggled out of the bed and grabbed Justin's cell phones. I flipped through the contacts and wrote down one number. I was going to do something Justin was scared too. I wasn't worried about my job anymore, I was going to fight back and I don't care if it got me fired.
"Heath?" I looked over at Justin who was swaying uneasily as he tried to stand up. I got up and ran to him as he fell forward. I caught him and gently sat him on the floor with me as he clung to my chest. He was ice cold and shaking uncontrollably.
"How much did he make you drink?" I asked him as I tried to warm him up.
"One bot-t-ttle." He stuttered as he clung even tighter to my chest.
Punk had done this to me more than once. He would force me to drink unreasonable amounts of alcohol just so you don't fight back and it gives him more ammo when he started with the verbal abuse. More than once I have woken up in a puddle of my own vomit.
"Justin stay with me okay." I said softly as I rocked him gently.
" W-w-why did you start with Punk?" He asked looking up at me with those wide sad eyes.
"I was really fuckin' alone." I murmured softly. "I'll tell you the story."
My stomach was in my throat as I nervously tugged at my hair. I was gonna finally man up and ask out my pro. I was in love with him almost to the point of obsession. I've seen every match, every promo even his TNA stuff. To me anything that man touches turns to gold. The thing is he seems to like me too; he is funny, sweet and has grabbed my ass more than once when we practice.
I smoothed down my hair and made sure I wasn't blushing too bad as I turned the corner. I froze when I saw the Canadian that I swear was made by the gods and Jericho. My first instinct was to turn and leave them but I really wanted to listen so I hid behind the corner.
"Dude how's your rookie...What's his name again...He totally looks like the Wendy's girl." I frowned when Jericho started laughing.
"Chris...His name is Heath...and he's a nice kid, A bit of a geek but a nice kid." Christian shrugged with a grin.
"He totally wants your dick. That boy follows you around like a love sick puppy."I felt my eyes burn as both of them started laughing.
"Adam told me to be careful...He probably thinks he'll get on the roster if he lets me fuck him. He should know he's not my type. I'm not ginger hillbillies"
"Well you know all those rookies are alike. Fuck a star and get belt."
I couldn't listen any longer I just turned and started walking as fast as I could down the hallway. I thought he liked me but of course silly ole Heath Slater was wrong again. I was nothing but some stupid hick that gets his hopes up about everything. I was nothing.
"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid...I'm nothin'." I mutter to myself as I stormed down the hall way. I didn't notice anyone in the hall way until I ran into a solid chest. I landed hard on my ass. I looked up at who ever I ran into. " What the fuck?" I snarled. I wish I didn't say that, I ran into big Luke Gallows, who looked pissed.
" Don't worry kid its fine." I looked around the tall former retard to see CM Punk standing there."Luke you go with Serena and make sure Darren is ready for his match." Punk gave his followers alittle wave and they nodded and headed to the locker room.
Punk sat down on the floor beside me cross legged. He gave me a curious look before cocking his head to the side. "You were crying. Why?" He asked as he leaned forward and wiped away some of the stray tears.
" I'm...I thought someone liked me but they didn't." I said quietly as looked up at him through my eyelashes.
Punk rubbed his stubbly chin and stood up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He slung an arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his side. "Who is this person you liked?" He asked softly. I melted when he looked at me with those kid eyes.
"Christian...I had a thin' for Christian." I muttered under my breath as my cheeks went redder then my hair.
"Oh little one don't blush." Punk said with a cocky smirk. " You're coming with me. I'll get your mind off that overly skinny and orange Canadian."
I followed Punk with a shy smile on my face. No one else on the roster has been this kind to me. They would smile and chat but most of them would give me that look. No one wanted to take to the skinny red headed rookie.
"Well this is my humble little locker room." Punk said pushing open the shiny red door with his name on it. The room was extremely nice. There was a very large TV, mini fridge and a couch that looked real comfy. "Sit down kid. Want a drink?"
"Ya...I'll have water." I said as I sat on the edge of the couch. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin, he was so good looking it wasn't funny. I just wanted to run my fingers through his long black hair. Punk handed me the water and sat very close to me.
We were quiet for a few moments until Punk put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side. "Its better you figured out about Christian now. He isn't a good person. He likes to fuck around with you rookies. I have heard stories of what he did on ECW, I don't want you to get hurt like that little one,"
I looked at the older man and swallowed hard before leaning forward and shyly kissing him. I could swear Punk smirked before deepening the kiss. He pushed me down on to my back before finally releasing my lips. He looked at me with clouded eyes before kissing and nipping at my neck. I arched up and whimpered as I felt his hands travel down between my legs and palm the spandex covered dick.
"Little one, I want you to come to my hotel room tonight after the taping." Punk muttered against my neck before giving me another rough kiss.
I panted softly and nodded before fixing my tight trucks. "Okay punk. I'll be there right after. "
Punk smiled down and me before pulling my close as we walked to the locker room door. He pushed the door open and gave me a rough kiss.
"I'll see you soon." He smirked as he tucked my hair behind my ear.
"HEATH! Get your ass over here!" I jumped when I heard my rookie shouting down the hallway. His face was red and his spiky hair looked messier than usual. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of Punks grasp. " Did he touch you?" He asked with wide eyes.
"That none of your business." I snapped glaring at my pro. He stiffened and let go of my wrist.
"Heath go to my locker room and get ready." He told me sternly. I nodded and looked back at Punk with a dreamy smile before heading down the hallway,
"Phil you better keep you fucking hands off of him. I swear to god, I will kill you. This isn't a game."
I heard my pro as I turned the corner. Punk wouldn't hurt me, he was so much nicer then my so called friend Christian.
"I later found out Punk was lying to me. Christian did nothing that no one wanted. I was real mean to him Justin." I blinked back tears as I kept stroking his soft hair. "I remember my night with Punk after I got kicked off NXT. He told me no one will ever want you after this. He is dangerous Justin."
But Justin didn't answer me, he passed out still clinging to my chest. I didn't want to move him so I grabbed my pillow and a blanket off the bed and wrapped us up tight. My eyes slipped closed as I thought about the number I got out of Justin's phone. He was going to help us if he liked it or not.