Chapter 14

Martina was bursting into flames as she touched her cheeks, seeing the incredulous looks both Cody and Ted shot Randy, wondering if the man had lost his mind. She was too busy trying to cool off. Though, it didn't help feeling Randy's arms wrap around her, pressing her more against him.

"Come on Ted, let's go work out."

"But..."

Cody shoved him out the door, knowing Randy wanted quality time with Martina, wondering if they were taking this too far.

Ted was wondering the same thing.

"I'm sorry, I get carried away." Randy apologized, wondering where those two were going. To work out? Were they nuts? Sighing, he rested his head against her. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Though, her blush was pretty damn cute. "Jessie? You alright, honey?"

"There's no reason to apologize." Martina smiled back at him, cheeks slowly going back to just a red tinge, closing her eyes, while his grip tightened around her waist, wondering if this was the right time to mention what'd been on her mind. "Randy?" She slowly pulled back to stare in his blue eyes, running a finger down his cheek, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully and shook her head before lowering it. "Never mind." She wanted to go see her mother, but at the same time, she was scared to death of doing so. Having a feeling Roger had already been there seeking to find her, Martina knew he probably had people all over the Phoenix area searching.

Randy frowned, reaching out to tilt her chin up with two fingers, blue eyes searching hers intently. "What is it, Jess?" He asked softly, knowing he couldn't make anymore slip ups with her name; not here, of all places, in Phoenix. "Do you want to see your mother?" He asked softly, remembering having discussed this with her a month previously.

Tears shined in her eyes as Martina nodded, sniffling and tried not to let any fall, not wanting to ruin Tiffany's makeup job. "I know I can't see her...Roger could be lurking anywhere and I know he has men around searching for me, Randy." She spoke quietly, feeling him wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "I want to call her though, something. I miss her so much." Martina wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck, needing his comfort at the moment and kept blinking her tears away, only a few falling.

Randy held up his tank top for her to use as a handkerchief. "Here." He gently wiped away the few tears that escaped her frantic blinking eyes. "Let's go see her. We can disguise you or something. Ever seen 'Sleeping with the Enemy'?" He asked, seeing her nod. "Well, we'll just skip the mustache, but...We can dress you up. Janet and Tiffany could make you look like Jessica Alba if they wanted too."

Martina shook her head sadly, seeing the confusion come over Randy's face, staring back into his eyes heartbrokenly. "We can't." She whispered softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm a lonely child and I KNOW he has someone watching her house. It won't take a genius to put two and two together, Randy." She slid from his lap, wrapping her arms around herself, wiping the rest of her tears away, luckily not smearing her makeup. "I can't risk it; I can't risk going to see her and him finding out where I am. He will use everything he can to gain me back in his possession and then kill me." Martina was speaking quietly, knowing nobody else could find out about this, taking a deep breath. "I'm not even going to call her because he could have her phone wired. Someone could be there right now forcing my mother to tell them all the information they possibly can regarding my whereabouts." She began shaking, covering her mouth with her hand. "Damn it, why won't he leave me alone?"

Randy was wondering that himself. What the hell was so damn special about her that this Roger guy couldn't let her go? Obviously she wasn't that special to the guy, not if he had beat and raped her. So what was it? Sighing, he raked a hand over his short hair, staring down at her intently. He honestly didn't know what to tell her; there was nothing he could say that was going to make the situation any easier or better.

Martina didn't say another word for the remainder of the night; just kept to herself with the laptop, the guys doing their business in the ring and whatnot. Beth stopped by and she waved, but other than that, nothing. Martina was currently staring at the address before her, knowing her mother lived a half an hour away from the arena, swallowing hard and tapped her nails on the laptop contemplatively.

Did she go and risk seeing her mother or play it safe with the guys? With Randy more importantly? Standing up, closing the laptop, Martina walked over and picked up Randy's cell phone, before dialing her mother's number by heart, closing her eyes as it began to ring.

"Hello?" Came Maureen's voice after the third ring, sounding tired and worn. "Hello?" She repeated, frowning when she heard nothing but a sharp intake of breath. "Martina?" She whispered softly, a spark of hope in her voice.

Tears streamed down her face as Martina nodded, breathing ragged, heart pounding in and out of her chest. "It's me, mom it's Marti." She whispered in reply, not trusting her voice at the moment and raked a hand through her loose curly hair, not caring if she messed it up at the moment. "I-I don't have much time and I have a feeling Roger has been there so just answer yes or no to my questions." She deciding that was best way to go, swallowing hard. "Has he been there and is your phone bugged?"

"Yes. No." She didn't understand any of this. Roger had been there demanding to know where Martina was, if she had heard from her daughter. Of course she hadn't! The last time she spoke with Martina had been the night she told her daughter that she was throwing her life away. "What's going on, Marti?"

"All you need to know is I left Roger...and I'm not going back to him. He hurt me momma, he hurt me really bad..." She sniffled, knowing Randy would be back soon, and closed her eyes as more tears flowed down her face. Martina just didn't care about the makeup anymore and touched her cheek, the faint scar reminding her of the monster she'd been with for the past two years. "There's so much to tell you..." She whispered, wrapping an arm around her stomach, feeling sick. "Momma, just know that I'm safe alright? Just know that...I'm always thinking about you and I love you and I'm sorry for ever doubting you. I'm sorry for staying with him as long as I did and choosing him over you. I'm sorry for everything, momma."

"Stay safe, baby girl." Maureen whispered, knowing pleading with Martina to see her would be pointless as well as stupid. She knew damn well Roger had people following her, as if expecting her to somehow be in contact with her daughter. "I forgive you, Marti."

"Thank you momma, thank you so much." She could hear the guys laughing down the hallway and felt her eyes widen. "I-I have to go momma. I love you and I'll try calling you again soon."

Martina didn't wait for her mother to say it back before snapping the lid shut and tossed the cell in Randy's bag, disappearing in the bathroom with her makeup bag, closing the door behind her. She could hear Randy trying to split up Cody and Ted, who were shouting at each other and shook her head, while redoing her makeup completely. She couldn't let Randy know she contacted her mother on his cell phone, praying he didn't think anything of it when he received his bill, and took a long, deep, shaky breath.

Martina and her mother really weren't that smart if they thought that phone wasn't bugged. Roger didn't have to actually place something on the phone to monitor it. A simple placing of a contact at the local phone company and, voila, the phone was tapped.

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Randy asked as he walked in, smiling at her. "You look pale."

"Er…Paler."

Oh god, did he know? Would he find out? She knew it was a huge risk, but couldn't help it. She had to call her mother to make sure Roger hadn't hurt her.

"I'm fine." She tried to make her voice sound chipper, having washed her face, along with the tears, a fresh mask of makeup on. Though, her jade eyes were very easy to read. They were troubled, full of fear. Maybe Randy should get a new phone...she decided to destroy it when she was left alone again, heart pounding furiously in her chest. "H-How was the match and everything?" Martina needed a distraction and walked past them, already placing the laptop in its special carrying case.

"It was fine..." Randy exchanged confused looks with Cody and Ted, all three men able to easily read her; something was wrong. "What happened?"

"Did someone bother you?"

"Who is it? We'll go kick his ass for you."

Ted and Randy both nodded their agreement.

"Nothing, nobody bothered me." Her voice was shaky as she fumbled with the zipper, hands shaking and felt Ted take the laptop case away from her while Randy turned her around, the guilt eating her alive, green eyes filling with unshed tears. "Can we leave? I'm exhausted." She blinked the tears away, knowing she couldn't tell Randy what she did. It was a stupid mistake and Martina was petrified now, chewing her manicured thumbnail, swallowing hard.

She was hiding something. Randy frowned, staring down at her intently, blue eyes filled with worry and concern, trying to figure out what had her on edge. "Yeah, we can go." He said finally, sighing heavily, glancing back at Ted and Cody and shaking his head when they both opened their mouths.

The entire ride back to the hotel was made in silence, except for the radio playing softly, each person in their own thoughts. 'Oh my god, he's going to find me now. Why did I do that?' She kept berating herself mentally, swallowing hard, tears filling her eyes again. Could Randy protect her? He was a celebrity, but Roger had a lot of money and power. When they arrived at the hotel, Martina stepped out and hurried inside, not waiting for them, taking the stairs two at a time. She arrived at their floor and waited in the staircase for Randy, seeing him coming toward her and walked out of the door with him hand in hand, not able to stop shaking. As soon as they were in the secure recesses of the suite, Martina released Randy's hand and went into her room, closing the door shut. 'What have I done?' She thought, scared out of her mind for the first time in over a month.

"Okay, something happened and she needs to tell us." Cody said flatly, dropping his bag to the floor, along with Randy and Ted, all three staring at the closed door.

"Think someone bothered her while we were out there?"

"Everyone knows better."

The door ripped open as Martina stood there, looking white as a ghost, swallowing hard. "I-I called her...I called my mom..." Tears poured down her face as she tried getting the hiccoughs to go away, knowing Randy was going to be livid at her. "I-I know it was stupid and dumb, but...damn it, I had to make sure he didn't hurt my mom...I had to make sure...and I'm scared he's gonna find me and hurt you guys..." She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her stomach and rocked back and forth, head lowered. "I'm sorry, Randy, I'm so sorry; I had to hear her voice, I just had to know she was alright...I-I used your cell phone..."

Randy just stared down at her, frowning. He bent down to reach beneath her arms, lifting Martina up to her feet, peering into her eyes. "That's what this is about? You called your mother?" He shook his head. "Why would I be mad? I offered to- to, you're worried he's gonna trace it back to me, aren't you?"

"Is that possible?"

"Very."

"I know he's probably doing it right now. You have to destroy your phone, Randy." More tears fell from her eyes as he left her there while he rushed over to his bag, wincing when a second later the phone was shattered into pieces, swallowing hard. It was too late; if Roger had traced it, it would bring him straight to this hotel. "I'm sorry, Randy...I only wanted to-" His finger pressed against her lips before replacing it with his own, cupping his face in her hands, and slowly broke the kiss when she was calmer. "We have to get out of here."

"We can get a head start on the next town, man." Ted knew damn well if they didn't leave soon, Roger would find them; Randy's phone was still traceable, though it was also shattered at the moment.

"I'll drive since I didn't wrestle tonight."

"Slow down, slow down." Randy was getting a headache. "First off, how long were you on the phone with your mother? He probably knows where I live now," That really pissed him off. "And secondly, IF he traced the phone, he'd be looking at the arena since that's where the call was made from. We need to slow down and not do something stupid because we're panicking."

"I don't know, three minutes I think if that." Martina answered softly, knowing she made a mistake, and put Randy's life in danger. The first chance she got, Martina was leaving, not wanting Roger to hurt him. She loved Randy; she knew it and would protect him at any costs.

"That's enough time to trace it." Ted sighed, not angry at Martina because the woman was only trying to find out if her mother was safe. "This isn't your fault, Marti."

"Actually..."

"CODY, this isn't her fault!" Ted snapped, glaring back at his friend. "I know you're not fond of her because of the situation she put us in, but damn it, she needs help and I'm not abandoning her now. I know Randy won't either."

"I'm sorry..." Martina whispered, feeling Randy guide her over to the couch and sat down with her, burying her face in her hands.

"I never said I wasn't fond of her you jackass. If I didn't care about her, do you think I'd be wasting my time trying to help and protect her?"

"Here we go." Randy pinched the bridge of his nose

"So take your self-righteous attitude and go fuck yourself."