Chapter 4

Two days later, the bruises were faded as Martina slowly walked out of the room, the sun shining inside, Ted having gone shopping for her. She requested long sleeved shirts and pants, not wanting to show off her body in any way, shape or form. Currently, she wore black jeans with a long sleeved black shirt; nothing special, hair down, fresh out of the shower. She was careful with her stitches, which would be coming out by the end of the week, so that was a plus.

Martina saw nobody in the suite, to her knowledge, and decided to get some water. Randy made her eat soup of all kinds so Martina was slowly regaining strength. She didn't have an eating disorder, due to not listening to Roger, though her body was still too thin. Hell, she was ugly and no man would ever want her again.

The little amount Martina could eat, at a time, worried the hell out of Ted and then made Cody start speculating she was anorexic or something. Currently, Randy was trying to ignore the pair of them going at it over the deal in the main room, leaning out an open window smoking. "Okay morons. She eats like a bird because she was starved by that...man..." He sneered the word. "And when you don't eat, your stomach shrinks. See where I'm going with this?"

"Not really."

"Yes."

"Hmm..." Martina couldn't eat a lot right now due to how much pain she was still in. She was very sore with broken ribs, the primary reason she had to move slowly. She had three broken and two cracked, according to Michael, hoping that was it. She was shocked she only had minimal internal bleeding that could heal, as long as she rested and didn't stress out too much. Martina was worried sick about Roger finding her, but kept those thoughts to herself, sighing gently. She got her cup of water and turned around, two hands planting on her shoulders so she wouldn't bump into Randy. "Sorry..."

"Don't be. You should be resting." Concerned eyes peered down at her, worry in them. She had showered. He frowned somewhat. What if she had fallen? Great, now he was thinking like Ted; well, at least it was only in his own mind…that was a slight comfort. "Do you need a pain killer?" He normally didn't encourage using pain pills a lot, but given her situation, he would have hooked her up to a morphine drip if he could get his hands on it.

"I'm just sore for the most part, Randy." She murmured quietly, deciding a cold compress wouldn't hurt for her ribs, and slowly walked past him while taking deep, soothing breaths. "Would you mind ordering me some soup?" Martina asked, feeling him behind her as she walked back to her room, sighing gently when he wrapped an arm around her waist. These men were overprotective; it was both assuring and annoying at the same time. "I'm fine, Randy, I just need to eat something." Martina felt weak because her stomach was empty and sat down on the bed, while he called to place an order. "Thank you." She murmured, when he hung up, staring up at him, for the first time noticing how beautiful his eyes were. They were a mystic, electric blue, nothing like she'd ever seen before on a man.

Randy almost blushed when he realized she was studying his eyes, looking down. Usually the first thing a woman noticed on him was his wallet, then his body. Eyes usually didn't make it on the top ten list.

"You're welcome." He replied, voice coming out in a low, husky rumble.

"Damn, that got deep." Cody whistled, wincing when Ted smacked him upside the back of his head.

"How do your ribs feel?" Ted asked, biting back a smirk at Cody's scowl.

"They're sore, healing slowly." Martina replied softly, raking a hand through her hair, after lowering her gaze from Randy. He looked uneasy and Martina knew he didn't want her here. Who blamed him honestly? She sure didn't. Martina was dropped in their laps without a second thought, any warning, and now forced to take care of her until this Roger situation was handled. "How are you all doing?" She asked, smiling when Ted walked over to sit next to her, holding out a cold compress and took it with a sigh of relief.

"Well we're fine, it's you we're all worrying about." Cody flashed a bright smile, still rubbing the back of his head, before scowling deeper. "That hurt."

"Cody...you're a big boy now, you can deal with it." Randy shook his head, studying Martina thoughtfully. "I've arranged a new ID for you." He said informingly, knowing fully well she wasn't going to like this, but...He picked up a manila envelope and set it down in her lap. "From now on, you're Jessica Orton."

"His…um wife."

"His what?" Martina wanted to make sure she heard that right, staring at the manila envelope like it would attack her at any moment, and blinked repeatedly. "I uh..." She couldn't even form a sentence and swallowed hard, closing her eyes, and knew this was the only way to escape Roger. Slowly, silently, Martina emptied the contents out of the envelope on the bed, which included a fake marriage license, a simple diamond ring; no doubt she would get her ID, once she changed her hair and face was bruise free, along with the cut on her cheek. "Thank you...for doing this." Martina whispered, hands shaking, and clenched them tightly as the tears began falling.

This is what it came down too, Martina having to change her identity, the person she was. She had to start over fresh and slowly wiped her tears away, before squaring her shoulders, needing to do this. If she wanted to be rid of Roger, Martina had no choice.

Randy knelt down in front of her, knowing this had to be a lot to take in. She just managed to escape an abusive relationship, was stuck with three men she didn't know, and now in a false marriage with one of them. Martina had to change everything, including who she truly was.

"Look, it's not forever, I promise." He assured her, offering a crooked smile. "I promise I'll be a good husband."

Martina cracked a small, teary smile back at him, nodding gently, and sniffled as she wiped the rest of her tears away. "Thank you for everything." She whispered and felt him kiss her cheek, before taking the ring, sliding it on her left ring finger. It felt good in a very weird way as Martina cleared her throat, looking up when there was a knock on the door, Cody going to answer it. "So when do I change my hair color and everything?"

"We can do it today if you're up for it. That way we can take a picture and have that ID made up for you within a day." She would need it when they left in two days, but Ted didn't want to push her anymore than she already was.

"That's fine, whatever needs to be done; I'll do it without a fuss." Her eyes turned to Randy, staring into his blue orbs again. "I promise to be a good wife too." She hoped at least.

Randy ALMOST cracked a joke about how if she wasn't, he'd have to spank her, but caught himself in time. No doubt that wouldn't make him look too good. "Tiffany and Janet already said they'd come here." He sounded pleased with himself, having spoken with them the other night, and promised he owed them a favor. Having no idea what it would be, Randy could just imagine what the wenches had in mind for their payback.

Martina sighed gently with a nod as Cody walked back inside, with her soup, eyes instantly going to food. She was starving and set the tray down on the bed, the paperwork back in the manila envelope, beginning to slowly eat.

"Do you want more of that salve for your ribs?" It wouldn't help heal them, but the pain would diminish; Ted retrieved more for her, not wanting Martina to live in misery.

"Sure, after I eat and my hair is done." She knew the women were going to flip out when they seen her bruised face, which was just an ugly yellowish brown now. Both cheeks and chin, the split in her lip already healed.

"Randy, did you ask Larry about taking her stitches out?"

"Don't worry about them, they're dissolvable." Michael was a saint and Martina already missed him, sighing as she took another bite.

"Larry said he'd look her over just to make sure everything is healing the way it should." Randy said, ignoring the startled look Martina shot him. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have left the hospital so soon, it's just a precaution. And you can trust him. He thinks you are my wife, they all do. I told them we just hopped a flight to Vegas and all that jazz."

"Just HOW are you going to explain the bruises?"

"She fell down a flight of stairs."

"How'd that happen?"

"Does it matter?"

"I'm a very clumsy person; I can pull that off without a problem." Martina told them all, used to lying. She was a pro at it as she sipped more of her soup down, sighing heavily. "I can't wait until my ribs heal so I can have REAL food." She wanted spaghetti, steak, anything that was SOLID and would fill her up. She wanted her natural curves back, not this toothpick figure. This wasn't her. Maybe she could bring the true Martina out through this woman Jessica Orton. "I just hope nobody thinks you...abused me or anything." She frowned, not liking that and looked up at all three men, knowing they were thinking the same thing.

"Nah, everyone knows Randy's not like that. Besides, we'll back him up. You tripped, went down a flight of stairs."

"Two flights."

"Smartass." Randy sighed gently. Well, if they did think he beat her, they wouldn't be far off from the mark. She HAD been beaten.

"Good." Martina cracked a smile at all of them as she finished her soup, before handing the tray over to Cody, knowing they wouldn't let her get up at the moment. "What time will the stylists be here?" She asked, nodding when Randy said a few hours, and decided more rest was in order. "Wake me when they get here." She whispered softly and yawned before laying down, the cold compress still on her side, the diamond ring glittering on her left hand. She couldn't believe all the changes that came into her life within the span of a few days. With her angels in mind, particularly Randy, Martina drifted off to sleep.

"I think the ring might've been too much." Cody commented once he was sure she was asleep.

"Are you kidding me? You know how much that thing cost?"

"That's not what I meant. You probably should have gotten something more low key, so she don't feel uncomfortable."

Randy smacked his forehead.

"Dude, he's a celebrity; if she doesn't have a big rock on her finger, then people will wonder if he's a cheap ass." Ted stated, causing Randy to look up, grinning back at him. "It's the truth man. If she really was your wife, you would probably buy something even more extravagant than that."

Cody grumbled, knowing Ted was right. "Good point, man."

"If we're doing this, it has to be done right. She seems comfortable enough with us and soon she'll trust us fully." Ted actually sounded excited about this as he walked past them to get bottled water.

"So what color did you pick out for her?"

"I'm leaving that up to Janet. She'll know better than me."

"Smart man."

"Anything except blonde." Randy could just imagine it. He had gotten married out of the blue to a rail thin, blonde…that'd be great, NOT.

"I still say brown or a deep red."

"We know Fabio."

"We could also do contacts to cover her eye color."

"Nah, I like her green eyes. She needs to be herself in someway. Leave her damn eyes alone." Ted scowled, crossing his arms defiantly in front of his chest. "Her hair; her name; leave her eyes alone."

Cody went to speak when Randy held his hand up, agreeing with Ted, and sighed heavily with a shrug of his shoulders. "Fine, suit yourselves."