Chapter 79: A Night You Got Your Ass Kicked
"I'm gonna hit the bathroom okay? I'll be right back," Lauren told them as she stumbled her way through the crowd towards the restrooms. Just before she could even open the swinging door, a hand grabbed her arm and whirled her around. "What the–" a hard slap to the face knocked the remaining words out of her.
"We weren't done talking," Brad growled as he roughly grabbed her by the arm and took her quickly through the back exit. Next thing Lauren knew, she was out in the back alley, shoved into the brick wall opposite the club door. Being a bit drunk, she couldn't balance herself enough to keep from making such a harsh impact with the wall.
"Brad! What are you doing?" Lauren screamed, only to be punched in the cheek and sent to the ground. "Stop it!" she begged.
"Who the fuck do you think you are embarrassing me like that? You actually thought I was gonna take shit from a little bitch like you? Huh? Answer me!" he roared, sending a kick to her ribs. Lauren was coughing too much to say anything, leaving him to yell at her even more. "This bringing back a few memories you little slut?"
"Brad...please," she meekly cried. She tried to get to her feet, to run or at least get someone to help her. Though every time she got as far as her knees, he would send another kick to either her side or head. "Stop..." Lauren whispered, slowly seeing everything fading to black.
Brad reached down and grabbed her by her hair and hauled her up onto her feet. "Where's that so-called man of yours now?" he seethed and punched her in the face again. Since he was still holding her up, he couldn't tell she was now unconscious, and sent a slap to the other side of her face. Brad finally released her and let her fall harshly to the ground and spit at her, "Bitch." Seeing that his work was done for now, he ran away into the night. Lauren laid there, blacked out, not knowing what excruciating pain she'd be in when she woke up.
Back inside the club Lita and Stacy started looking for her, getting worried with every second. "I tried calling her but she's not answering," Stacy said.
"Well she's not in the bathroom, and I don't see her in here anywhere. Maybe she went outside to get some air." Lita figured as she and Stacy went out the front and asked the bouncer if he had seen her. When he said 'no', they started heading to the back. "Well if she's not back here I'm calling the...oh my god" Lita gasped.
Stacy couldn't say anything and just screamed. This caught the attention of people inside who came out to see what the fuss was about. "Lauren!" she cried as she and Lita were on both sides of their fallen friend. Lita lifted Lauren into her lap and hugged her tight while Stacy yelled for someone to call an ambulance. At least twelve people were on it, telling them there was an unconscious woman in the back alley. Though they had figured that she was just drunk, since only Lita and Stacy were close enough to see the cuts and bruises.
"You're gonna be okay girl, come on now," Lita cried as she and Stacy hugged their friend.
Meanwhile, Dave and Chris were at their own bar drinking it up. However Chris was having more fun with drinking than Dave was, who had yet to finish his second beer. "Come on man, what's up?" Chris asked him.
Dave just shook his head and took another sip of his beer. "I don't even know, something just feels wrong. It's probably just that little prick from earlier working on my nerves."
"Oh I gotcha. Man I don't care what Lauren said, you should've kicked his ass," Chris chuckled.
"I know, I wanted to, but that would've upset her and she's already had a rough night." Dave replied. Their conversation was interrupted when Dave's phone started going off, he looked quizzically at the caller ID. "It's Lita," Dave said and went outside to hear what she was calling him for. He didn't realize that a very hysterical Stacy had called Chris at the same time back inside.
"Hello?" Dave answered, expecting Lauren to answer.
"Hey Dave it's Lita," Lita replied, obviously crying.
"Hey Lita, what's wrong? You okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah I'm fine it's uh...it's Lauren." she said, barely able to finish.
Dave was already panicked, but tried to keep cool, "Where are you guys?"
"We're at the hospital," Lita answered him. Dave almost broke the phone in his hands, but he calmly asked her for directions. "You should try to get here soon."
"How bad is it?" Dave asked, thinking the absolute worse.
"She'll be okay, but I know she'll want to see you when she wakes up," she said.
"Wakes up?" Dave repeated loudly, not knowing that she had been knocked out. "All right, I'm on my way." Dave then hung up and ran inside to get Chris. When he got there he heard Chris trying to calm someone down on the other line.
"It's okay baby, we're on our way. Okay, bye." Chris hung up and threw some money on the table. "Hospital?" he asked tossing Dave his jacket.
"Hospital," Dave growled as they both ran outside and got a taxi. The whole drive there Dave was eerily quiet, his foot going up and down, ready the break the floor of the cab.
"Dave," Chris started, Dave not answering. "Dave I'm sure it's not as bad as we think. Maybe she just had a few too many and was tired from today's match. I mean it could've all just caught up to her at a bad time."
Dave just nodded, not wanting to justify or argue, but just wanted to get the hospital and see the woman he loved. After fifteen minutes of silence, "I swear if anything else happened to her..."
"I know man." Chris replied, seeing the hospital coming up on their left. "Stop here," he told the driver. Dave jumped out and ran as fast as he could through the entrance while Chris paid the driver.
Dave pushed through people and doctors to get to the front desk. Before he could get there he heard someone call his name. Next thing he knew, Stacy was running up to him, tears still fresh on her face. "I can take you to her room, but um...just promise you won't, you know...blow up. The doctor's say she can't be overexcited or anything like that." Dave just nodded as he followed Stacy into a bright white hotel room.
He didn't know if it was fear of what he was going to see, but he couldn't look at the hospital bed first. Instead he saw Lita sitting in the chair beside it, before she noticed him and stood up. She walked up to him, "The doctor's say she'll be fine, she just needs a lot of rest. She hasn't woken up yet, but she's supposed to soon."
Dave finally chanced a look at her, and at first he didn't think he had the right room. There were bruises and cuts and some blood on Lauren's face...there weren't supposed to be any cuts or bruises on Lauren's face. Lita signaled Stacy for them both to leave the room, to give them some privacy. Dave slowly sat in the chair beside her bed, taking her hand in his. He sat in silence for what seemed like hours, until a doctor came in. "Can I help you?" he asked Dave.
Dave turned and got up, "Hi, I'm Dave Batista I'm her fiancé. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Well from what her friends have told us she was attacked, but they don't know by who. When they found her she was unconscious and they called us to pick her up. She's been out for about an hour, but she should be waking up soon." the doctor informed him as he looked over her current condition.
"How bad is it?" Dave asked him.
"Well she's pretty lucky, since her rib cage is only bruised and there's no internal bleeding. I'm not gonna lie, she took quite a beating, but she'll make a full recovery in a few weeks. I know she's a wrestler, but it'd be better if she took at least three weeks off. Perhaps it'd be better that you tell her, I don't think I'd survive a beating from her." the doctor chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
Dave gave a weak chuckle, secretly wanting to kill him for making a joke at a time like this. "Well I'd like to stay here until she wakes up if that's all right."
"Sure. When she does we'll give her another look and we'll let you know when you can take her home." he said before leaving the room to check on another patient.
As soon as he was gone Dave was back in the chair holding Lauren's hand. He hated hearing the beeps of the many machines, not seeing her beautiful eyes open and looking at him. "I'm so sorry Lauren," he whispered as he laid his head on the mattress. His thumb gently rubbed her skin, not realizing that he was crying. "Come on girl, wake up."
Chris came into the room, seeing Lauren himself made him turn away. "Dave, I'm so sorry." he told his friend.
"I'm gonna find out who did this, and I'm gonna kill...wait. Oh god." Dave said, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. "I bet it was that little prick I saw in the lobby bothering Lauren, her ex. I can't believe this!" he shouted jumping out of his seat and started pacing. "He's gonna die. I am seriously going to kill him," he growled.
"Don't worry Dave, we're going to find him and teach him a very important lesson. But for right now, you need to be here with Lauren." Chris said and gave him a light touch on the shoulder before leaving them alone again.
Dave sat back down yet again and took Lauren's hand. His other hand covered his mouth, seeing that it was getting harder to see her face as it was. He wasn't disgusted, but more sickened by the fact that it happened. He was supposed to protect her, and he actually let that guy go when he knew he should've beaten him to a pulp. Now he just had more incentive to do so, and he planned to in the very near future. His thoughts were interrupted by a squeeze of his hand.
A/N: I figured I couldn't let you guys sit too long on that cliffhanger...at least if I wanted to live lol. I hope you enjoyed...well maybe not enjoyed Lauren being beat, but you know what I mean :)