AUTHORS NOTE: So this is the second chapter , since I've written the first three already [: I decided to post this to let you all see that I'm not THAT bad at writing ... okay let's face it , I suck , but I'm hoping to hone my skills off of this first story , so please keep reading ! Your insight means a LOT to me , so thank you for reading , in advance [x Love you all , byee !

Chapter Two: Savior- A Fresh Start

Melena woke up feeling unusually comfortable, and relaxed as she smelled the cologne on her shirt. She remembered the sweet dream she had had about a handsome and kind gentleman she had seen at a bar, and she remembered voices. She suddenly felt confused as she remembered being in a room unfamiliar to her own, and changing into sweats as the same man stood with his back to her. She felt a wave of sickness crash down onto her heart, and she bolted upright. She grabbed her head as she felt a deep pounding. She listened for noises, and noticed running water noises coming from below, and light footsteps passing by the door.

"This isn't happening…" Melena breathed in confusion. She looked down and realized she was indeed wearing the sweats she had dreamed of, and she looked to her right to see her clothing in a small pile. She felt tears coming to her eyes as she realized what was going to meet her at her home.

She gasped as she thought of something that made her head spin more so than it already was. Did the man see her when she was changing? She hoped she was right in her dream, and he hadn't seen what lay under her clothes… the ugly truth. The sudden rush of thoughts and emotions sent Melena over the edge, and she bolted for the nearest door, hoping it was what she thought it was. She yanked on the knob and raced to the toilet in the bathroom, grateful she had found it quick enough. With one jerk of her arm, she lifted the lid and threw up.

She heard footsteps in the room next to her and then felt someone by her side. She didn't open her eyes, her head was spinning too much. A pair of large yet gentle hands moved Melena's hair out of her face, and she shivered as another wave of nausea hit her. She leaned over and threw up once more, and she heard the deep and gentle voice from the person next to her chuckle.

"Well then, I see you've found the bathroom. I'll bring you some water, and you can wash up, okay? Or do you need some help?" Melena shook her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She couldn't speak for fear of vomiting again. She tried to get up herself, shaking, but she collapsed. The man caught her just in time, and he lifted her onto her feet.

"I guess you need my help after all." He gently nudged Melena to the sink, and turned on the water. Melena washed her hands and then washed out her mouth. She grabbed the edge of the sink to help keep herself upright, and she heard the sound of a cabinet opening. The man was back next to her in an instant, and Melena finally looked at his face.

She stopped herself from emitting a gasp of surprise. This was the man she had dreamed about. She hadn't dreamed after all, this was real. She felt a punch to her gut as she saw how the man's generosity was not the only attractive thing about him. He was large and muscular, with a few tattoos on his arms, with short brown hair. His eyes were crystal blue. He was smiling at her in an apologetic way, and she realized he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

"Here's some toothpaste and a toothbrush, brand new. I keep it for my guests. I'll put some mouthwash here too," the man said. He turned to go to the cabinet again, but glanced back at Melena. He smiled and asked, "Do you remember who I am or what happened?"

Melena smiled weakly in return and shook her head, laughing lightly. "I don't have the slightest clue… I thought I had been dreaming, but I guess that I wasn't… what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" She stood staring at the man, trying to stop herself from checking him out.

The man noticed her wandering eyes, and smiled wider, but stopped himself from making any comments. "Randy. Randy Orton. And I remember that you are Melena, correct?" He held out his hand as if he was meeting her for the first time in the bathroom.

She shook his hand and grinned. "That's my name alright. Oh shit! I have to go back to the bar and get my car!" She grabbed her face and groaned in frustration. Randy chuckled, and Melena looked at him with one eyebrow raised, wondering what was so funny.

"I got your car this morning, your keys were in the backseat of my car, must've fallen out last night. Let me tell you, it was a hell of a lot of work going to 20 cars and trying the keys in each of them. Im lucky to be friends with the owner of the bar, or my ass would be in jail right now for trying to break into cars!" Randy grinned and shook his head.

"That was unnecessary, but thanks. You're a very kind person, Randy." Melena smiled at him and then grabbed the toothbrush. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to freshen up a bit."

Randy nodded, and walked over to the cabinet behind her, and got out a bottle of mouthwash. He set it next to the sink. "I'll leave you alone then, and feel free to look in the cabinet for anything you need."

"Actually, do you mind if I use the shower?" Melena smiled sheepishly, knowing that the question was awkward.

"Not at all! Like I said, everything's in the cabinet, towels included. Now I'm going to go check on my friend who came home just about as drunk as you last night. If you need me just holler, oh and lock the doors, my friend John might be a bit investigative." Randy winked and bowed and walked out of the bathroom.

"Thank you!" Melena called to Randy's retreating figure. He held up a hand in acknowledgement, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Melena brushed her teeth twice, and then used the mouthwash. She felt better after she had splashed her face with cold water. She walked outside of the bathroom and locked the door, but instead of heading for the shower, she sat down on the bed to think about what had occurred since last night.

She had gotten more drunk than she ever had. A complete stranger, and a nice-looking gentleman at that, had taken her to his home and let her stay overnight, and now here she was, thanks to the man, Randy, and his hospitable nature. She wondered what it was that was making her so nervous, and then she remembered with dread.

She had a good idea of what would meet her at her home, and thinking of it made her shiver. She wanted to beg Randy to take her in and keep her away from there, from the place she hated the most, but she knew he would find her. She couldn't let this hospitable man be put into a dangerous situation just because of her own fear.

"I wish he had seen under my clothes… seen what's on my skin…" Melena whispered to herself. To a stranger it sounded odd, but Melena thought of the marks on her body. She knew if Randy saw, then she had a chance to leave her old life, and to start anew, but she decided that it was for the best. She absent-mindedly went to her bedroom door, and turned the lock.

Melena stepped into the shower, relaxing her muscles as well as her nerves.

At the same moment John was walking around with a pulsating headache, as Randy made breakfast in the kitchen. John was tired and decided to go lie down in the guest bedroom next to Randy's room. It had a comfortable bed, and the kitchen noises were dulled out, so he knew it was an ideal place to nap.

John noticed that the door was closed, but paid no heed, opening it and making his way to the bed. He saw the unmade bed, and shook his head, wondering what was going on, but due to his tiredness and the pain in his head, he flopped down onto the bed, and was out cold in 5 minutes. Had he turned his head to the left, he would've seen Melena's clothes.

Melena got out of the shower feeling fresh and relaxed. She decided that since she knew what would come eventually, she might as well enjoy whatever time she had away from the dreaded home. She wrapped the towel around her body, her long black hair dripping down her back, and she opened the bathroom door.

Melena screamed shrilly as she saw John's sleeping form. John shot up, cursing as he fell off the bed. Melena clutched a hand to her chest, trying to calm herself down. She realized that instead of locking thee door, she had unlocked it while she was lost in her thoughts.

"I'm so sorry for scaring you!" Melena felt bad for the man who had fallen off the bed. John got up a bit stiffly, and grabbed the back of his neck, his face scrunched up in pain. Melena noticed that this man was built, and was fairly tall, kind of like Randy. She realized that this was the friend Randy had been speaking of.

John shook his head, and regretted it as he felt his head hurt more. He felt his way to the edge of the bed and pulled himself up. He then turned to look at the person who had screamed until his eardrums broke, and he just stared.

The woman was young, and she was beautiful, clad in only a large towel, but that was not what caught John's eye. The young lady had varying blue and purple splotches running down her arms, and her legs had bruises. There were cuts in places as well.

Melena wondered what the man was staring at, and gasped as she looked down and realized her secret was at stake. Knowing that she couldn't make up and excuse she decided to plead with the man. "Please, please don't tell Randy!" Melena whispered, partly because she was afraid Randy might come to her room, and partly because she was afraid.

John immediately looked away and tried to make the situation less awkward. "I-I wont say a word. But what happened?- Actually never mind, it's none of my business anyways… we don't even know each other's names… I'm John by the ways, and I think I'll leave now so you can get dressed…" John mumbled as he got up, not knowing what to do. He was shocked to hear Melena respond.

"Thank you, I don't want Randy to think badly of me. I'm Melena, and I guess I'll speak to you once I'm dressed." Melena talked softly, and sent a small smile towards John. He smiled back, and then left the room hurriedly.

John shut the door and then thought about what he'd seen. Who was this strange woman, what was she doing in Randy's home, and why was she beaten up so badly? He had seen some of the guys in brutal fights in the ring before, but none of them were even close to being as badly injured as Melena looked to be. He realized that telling Randy would be best, but now was not the right time.

In the guest room, Melena quickly went to the door and locked it, and then walked to the bed, collapsing on it. She shook as she realized what had happened, but John had said he would stay quiet. What was she worrying about? Of course her secret, the one she had hidden for almost half a year, was almost uncovered. For some strange reason, Melena felt as if this was just the first part in a series of things to come.

Melena grabbed her clothes and hurriedly put them on. She was wearing a grey striped sweater with dark skinny jeans and black suede boots, and she was glad that her clothes covered all of her cuts and bruises. She looked in the mirror of a dresser in the guest room, and realized that her hair was a bit crazy. She went to the cabinet in the bathroom and found a comb, and she brushed out her hair. Finally feeling fresh, she walked out of the guest room, making her way downstairs. She followed the sounds coming from the kitchen, and walked in to find Randy in the kitchen making food, with John sitting at the table. The two were talking animatedly and laughing like good friends. Randy now donned a black RKO shirt, along with a pair of blue jeans. John was wearing a white shirt with a light blue jersey over it, and navy blue capri pants, and a blue baseball cap.

"Well hey there Melena! I was just telling Randy about how we met," John smiled at Melena as Randy looked at her with a grin on his face. Melena smiled back, knowing John hadn't revealed anything.

John saw Melena smiling, and didn't let on about what he had seen that had shocked him so badly. His face was tight though, as he thought of how much pain Melena must be in from all those cuts and bruises. He then turned and saw Randy grinning. He hadn't seen Randy this happy since Sam. John decided that he would leave it to Melena to say anything to Randy.

"Do you like bacon and eggs for breakfast Miss Melena?" Randy winked at her as he grabbed all three plates of food, balancing the third one carefully between the two. He plopped them down onto the table and Melena smiled at him.

"Well Mister Randy, I do believe that it's a good way to start off the day!" She laughed as Randy pulled out a chair and bowed, motioning for her to sit down. She sat, and Randy took a seat as well.

"Hey, why don't I get to be 'Mister John' or something? This blows! I get left out of everything!" John frowned in mock-sadness, and they all three laughed. They started to eat, and Melena turned to Randy.

"This is really good! You are quite the chef Ranran." Melena giggled as she said the nickname, knowing that it would irk the large man.

"Ranran? What the hell is that? Fine, if you call me that, then I'm calling you Melmel!" Randy grinned as he played the game with her.

"Oh God no! Never mind, Randy it is! But don't you want a cute nickname? It's fun!" Melena ate more of the food as Randy chuckled.

"Well, Randy kind of is my nickname. It's short for Randall. Ugh, I hate that name, almost as much as I hate my full name, Randall Keith Orton. I like 'Randy Orton' better, it's less stupid!" Randy shook his head as Melena laughed. She suddenly looked at his shirt again and grinned.

"Hey, your shirt has the initials of your name! How cool is that!" Melena grinned as she gazed at the shirt.

"Wait, you don't know WHO we are, do you? Oh, this is rich!" John grinned, and started to laugh as he realized that the girl had no idea what the WWE was, or who both of them were.

"John, don't be an ass. Melena, this shirt was made so that it has my initials. It's my shirt, see?" Randy shifted so Melena could see the back of his shirt, and she realized that the shirt had the name 'Randy Orton' written on it. She blushed at her ignorance.

"Oh sorry… I feel stupid for asking, but what do you guys do for a living?" Melena smiled shyly, and looked down at her food.

"We work for a pro wrestling company called the WWE. We're on the road 24/7, but we happened to be working in Saint Louis, which is why I'm in my normally empty home right now. John and I are two of the top talents in WWE, and I'm the WWE Champion right now. Its okay if you don't know, it's nothing to be ashamed of!" Randy smiled at Melena, and she felt better, and then she realized that the company's name was familiar to her. She thought for a moment and then burst out loud.

"OH! When I was younger my brother and dad would watch WWE all the time! Of course, you both weren't on there at the time, but I remember it! Only it was called the WWF!" Melena smiled as she remembered the many times she spent with her father, and with her brother Sean, watching the wrestling show.

John smiled as he saw Randy respond to her. The two were in deep conversation, and John, usually one to be noticed, didn't mind letting the two ignore him. After about 15 minutes of Randy and Melena conversing, and John occasionally interjecting, Randy pushed his chair back from the table.

"Well, I guess we should drop you off at your home now. Hopefully this wont be your last visit!" Randy grinned and pulled back Melena's chair for her.

Melena smiled and got up, acting cheerful, but her stomach filled with knots, and she felt sick.

John watched Melena very closely after Randy mentioned her home, and he saw her face tighten ever so slightly. Watching her made John confirm his suspicions, but he decided to stay quiet until they got to her home. He had a feeling that everything would be revealed on its own.

The three walked outside and sat in Randy's hummer. Melena sat in the back, although Randy insisted she sit in the front, and John took the passenger seat instead. The three drove in silence, and John got tired of the quietness, so he turned on the radio.

"Oh not this," John groaned as Randy started grinning broadly.

"Walk away from the sun, come slowly undone. I can tell by your smile, you're coming undone." Randy sang along to the song in his deep voice as Melena's eyes widened.

"This is one of my favorite songs!" Melena exclaimed, as she started singing too, and pretty soon the car was full of Melena's and Randy's singing, as John grumbled about how they lacked musical taste.

Another song came on, and both Randy and Melena sang to that too, until John changed the station. Both of the singers complained, but Randy smiled as he realized that John had put on a CD. 'The Time is Now' blasted in the car as John smiled and nodded his head to the music. Randy shook his head and laughed at his friend.

"I heard this song on the radio before, but I never found out who sang it! It's pretty good, who's it by?" Melena yelled into John's ear, so he could hear over the music. John turned in his seat, grinning ear to ear.

"This is by me Mel, I'm multi-talented unlike your boy here! I'm a bonafide rapper, John Cena and Tha Trademark reppin' it!" John rapped along to the song as Melena laughed.

"No really, who's it by?" Melena didn't believe that the man who had out-drunked her the night before was responsible for the song. John turned around, with a mock-hurt face.

"Why the hell is it so hard to believe that it's by me? Hold up, lemme prove it to you, Mel!" John rummaged around Randy's car, ignoring Randy's protests, and finally yelled out in triumph. "Here's the CD case! Say it aint real now!"

Melena took the case and smiled, realizing that he hadn't been joking at all. "Sorry I doubted you!" She yelled, and John just shook his head.

"No prob, Mel!" John waved his hand as he kept singing to the next track.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Melena asked John. He turned around, looking at her quizzically.

"Why do I call you what?" John was confused. Melena smiled as she realized she hadn't asked her question clearly enough.

"Why do you keep calling me 'Mel'?" Melena asked once more. John's face became one of understanding, and he smiled back at Melena.

"I thought it was a good nickname." John replied simply, turning back to sing to the song. Melena nodded to herself, and leaned back looking out her window. She suddenly felt her mood go sour as she realized she was mere minutes away from reaching her home. She suddenly wished that this was her life, laughing with her friends. She looked at Randy, and felt a wave of some emotion hit her, but she didn't know what it was. She shook her head and looked out the window, pressing her lips together to keep from crying.

Randy acted happy as he drove nearer to Melena's home, but he honestly felt gloomy. He hadn't had this much fun with someone in a long time, and he felt something when he was with Melena. He didn't know what it was, though. He wanted nothing more than to hug Melena close and never let go. He kept driving, slowing ever so slightly, as he was mere minutes away from her home.

John kept singing to the music, but he looked in the mirror to watch Melena. He noticed her pressing her lips taut, and her face was drained of any color. He knew she didn't want to go home, and he knew he could provide a distraction to stall for her, or he could tell Randy the truth, but he had a feeling that his words wouldn't be needed. He decided that he would speak if he felt that there was some need to.

The home finally came into view, and Melena felt tears pricking her eyes. She felt sick, but she kept it inside. John noticed her glistening eyes, but he steeled himself, and kept his mouth shut. He just silently hoped that something would happen to make Randy realize what was being done. As Randy pulled into the driveway John gave one look to the sky, and said a Hail Mary, hoping that Melena would be saved from her fate, without John having to say anything.

The three sat silently, and Melena moved to open her door, but Randy stopped her. "Allow me," he said, getting out of the car. He straightened up, but turned in surprise as he heard a door slam.

John smiled inwardly, knowing this was the cause of Melena's pain, and he opened his car door. He quickly turned around and faced the now cold and pale Melena. "Whatever you do, don't move, and don't get out of this car. I don't care what you may be thinking, you stay in this car." With that said, John got out of the car, shutting his door behind himself. Melena hyperventilated as she watched the scene unfold from the confines of the car.

Randy tuned to see a man maybe a few years older than him, with scruffy facial hair, and a messy mop of brownish black hair on his head. He was a bit overweight, and he wore a white wife beater with old ratty jeans. John silently muttered to himself "If I knew that Hail Mary's came this ugly, I would change my mind…"

Randy did not know who this man was, but he decided to be affable. "Hello, my name-" Randy was cut off.

"WHO IN THE HELL ARE YOU? DID THAT SLUT SLEEP WITH YOU? WHERE IS THAT BITCH, I'M GOING TO KILL HER!" The man roared out loud as he glared angrily at Randy. He looked drunk, and unsafe. He then turned to John. "AND YOU! PROBABLY SLEPT WITH YOU TOO! GIVE HER UP AND FUCK OFF! MELENA! MELENA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU FILTHY LITTLE SLUT!" The man looked murderous, but there was something more dangerous than him.

Randy had gone silent and stiff from the man's yelling. How dare he call her that? Who the hell is this piece of shit? Randy tried to control his anger, but it was hard, due to his anger issues. John spoke quickly, sensing the tension.

"Sir, we just came to drop Melena off. Your daughter was-" John was cut off by the psycho man's screaming.

"Daughter? DAUGHTER? THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND! THAT SLUT IS MINE! WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE DOING OUT ANYWAYS? SHE WASN'T FUCKING ALLOWED OUT FOR THE NEXT MONTH! FUCKING BITCH PROBABLY SHOWED YOU HER BRUISES, DIDN'T SHE? WELL, SHE'LL BE GETTING A HELL OF A LOT MORE, THAT'S FOR FUCKING SURE!"

Randy's blood boiled as the man kept talking, and he seethed in quiet anger. He suddenly remembered last night. He remembered the 'him' Melena kept mentioning, and Randy realized this man was probably the 'him'. Randy saw that his car door was open, and he shut it, locking the doors. He knew this man would hurt Melena if he was allowed near her. John started to walk towards the man with a face full of anger, but Randy spoke. "John, don't." John turned to Randy, and backed off, growling low in his throat like an angry dog.

Randy walked up to the man, only a foot away from the vile thing. He saw the man's bloodshot eyes, and knew that he was drunk. "Sir, are you saying you… hit… your girlfriend?" Unbeknownst to him and the man was John's voice recorder in his pocket. He often used it to remember to run errands, but this was more important. It kept recording as the man bellowed in response.

"WHAT THE HELL IS IT TO YOU? SHE'S MY FUCKING PIECE OF PROPERTY! OF COURSE I HIT HER, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO THAT WHORE! GIVE ME THAT BITCH AND FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING DICK!" The man shoved Randy with what seemed to be his full strength, but Randy didn't budge an inch. The man suddenly looked like he had seen Randy for the first time, and his mouth opened in a little 'o' of realization.

Randy saw red, and his hands balled up into fists. He finally spoke in a low, menacing voice that made even John shiver.

"Listen you stupid, pathetic asshole. You are not going anywhere near Melena. You are the most low-life, useless excuse for a person that I have EVER seen. You go near Melena, and I'll break you into so many pieces, you'll wish you had been killed. Is that underSTOOD?" Randy jabbed a finger in the man's greasy nose, barely restraining himself from hitting the man. The man's face contorted into a twisted grinned, showing crooked yellow teeth, and he pushed Randy's hand away.

"I'm gonna let my friends fuck her until she cries. How does that sound you-" Randy had enough. He pulled his hand back from the man's face, turning as if he was leaving, but then swiveled back and punched the man in the nose. A loud smacking noise resounded, and the man fell to the floor. John ran up to Randy and restrained him as Randy tried to get closer to the broken-nosed man, to beat his brain in, to kill him.

"YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL KILL YOU!" Randy bellowed at the top of his lungs, and John had to do a Russian Legsweep on Randy to jolt his brain. John then took the stunned Randy and pinned him against the car's hood.

"If you know what's good for you, then stay away from Randy and Melena. And stay away from me to you ugly greaseball! If you turn us in to the cops for the punch, then I think we'll turn you in for harassment." John spat towards the man, and grabbed the keys from Randy's jean pocket. He unlocked the driver's side door and threw Randy in, and then pushed him into the passenger side of the car. Randy had recovered from the Russian Legsweep enough to not go after the man again, but he fumed, still seeing red, feeling a giant pit of anger boiling inside himself.

John got into the drivers seat and shut the door. He watched the man get off the floor, holding his bleeding nose, and glaring at them all. John saw the fear in the man's eyes though, and he smiled as he remembered the resounding smack of the man's nose being punched in. John pulled the voice recorder out of his pocket and stopped the recording. He then started the car and pulled out of the driveway, and decided to go the opposite way from Randy's home, knowing that it was best if they cooled down for a bit.

John decided to calm his friend down. "Randy… you okay man?" John spoke quietly, so he wouldn't set Randy off.

"Yeah man, I guess I'm fine." Randy blew out a large breath and rubbed his face, and John turned to look at Randy, and was shocked to see that he was legitimately calmer. John turned back to the road, and then softly spoke again.

"Randy… how's Mel?" John spoke quietly enough so that Melena didn't hear. Randy immediately realized how shocked she must be.

"Pull over John." John obeyed, and Randy got out of the car. John was confused, until he saw Randy's intent. Randy opened the back door, and got in, seating himself next to Melena. John started driving again.

"Melena… are you okay?" Randy gently put his hand on hers, and he realized she was trembling. He tentatively put his arms around her to hug her, and Melena leaned into him, quietly sobbing. Randy rubbed her back as she shook with tears. He felt anger at the man who had caused her grief, but he was glad to have her with him.

Melena's tears slowly stopped, and she felt tired. She could not believe that she was gone from her old home. She was free… she had a fresh start.