AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey , so I got caught up with another story , but I promise to update this more ASAP , like after finals , PWOMISEE . And I'm sorry again for the late update , its just that I got sooo caught up in 'Fighting Fate' , I have too many ideas that I keep having to jot down ! Oh and if you can , tell me your opinion on whether I should do different POVs in this story . I think it would make for a better story ! I'm going to try it in this chapter , so gimme feedback ?[: Oh , and if you want , follow me on my new twitter account , KatherineChiodo . Anyways , here's the next chapter , enjoy !

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Chapter 15: Escape My Fate

Randy and Melena broke apart their kiss, gasping for air. Their eyes were locked together, the passionate stare only being broken by a loud knock on the door. Randy groaned, gently setting Melena on the bed as he got up.

"Of course we get interrupted, fucking super." He complained, walking to the door as Melena laughed. He walked into the sitting room and opened the door, surprised to see Mickie standing there with a broken expression.

"Who is it, Randy?" Melena asked from the bedroom, wondering who could be at the door.

"C-can I see M-Mel?" Mickie stuttered out to Randy, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with her hands. Randy nodded, stepping out of the way, letting Mickie through. Melena had left the bedroom to check on Randy, and stopped dead as she saw Mickie.

"Mickie, what's-" Melena stopped speaking as Mickie rushed at her, hugging her tightly as she sobbed. Melena winced as her ribs shot with pain, but she returned the hug, rubbing Mickie's back comfortingly.

"Easy, Micks. Melena's ribs..." Randy gently grabbed Mickie's hand, and she immediately pulled away from Melena.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I'm a horrible friend. It's just that..." Her eyes filled with more tears, and Melena slowly led Mickie to the couch, sitting her down and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay Mickie. It's okay." Melena soothed Mickie, rubbing her back and squeezing her by the shoulders. Randy stood awkwardly, still shirtless, and Melena looked up at him.

"Go to the gym." Melena mouthed the words to Randy, and he nodded, taking the hint.

"I'll be at the gym if you two need me. Bye," Randy said, walking to Melena, kissing her forehead before leaving quickly. Mickie cried for a few more minutes, and her sobs soon subsided into sniffles.

"Now Micks, tell me what happened." Melena held Mickie by the shoulders, looking at her. "I want to know why my best friend is hurt."

Mickie recounted the details of her encounter to Melena, and started to get tears in her eyes again. Melena shook her head in annoyance and anger.

"How the hell could he do that? Was he drunk or something? I mean, he really loves you, that doesn't make sense!" Melena was trying to find some justification for John's actions, but she made a mental note to slap John later. Mickie shook her head, sighing shakily.

"I didn't see him when I was walking towards the bar. I wouldn't be surprised if he was completely sober. He warned me that he'd sleep with Torrie, and I guess that he didn't go back on his word." Mickie laughed bitterly, shaking her head. "Well, can't say that he's a liar."

"John must have a reason for that. You never know, maybe he just went in there to talk to Torrie or something..." Melena trailed off, knowing how unlikely that really was. Mickie seemed to have read her mind, shaking her head.

"No. Lately..." Mickie trailed off, sighing shakily, looking down at herself. "Lately management and everyone has gotten on my case for being overweight. I'm fat, why would John want a pig like me?" Mickie whispered the words, and Melena glared at Mickie, and surprisingly, she snorted.

"Mickie, just because you're not a praying mantis doesn't mean that you're fat! You're normal weight, and those other girls are just anorexic freaks. Seriously, the management people or whatever should get a wakeup call." Melena shook her head in disgust, and Mickie turned up the corners of her mouth in a small smile.

"I know you're trying to make me feel better, but don't. I know that I'm fat, it's okay. I just can't believe John lied to me and played with my emotions." Mickie frowned, and shook her head, sighing.

"Hey, just forget about him. Let's watch Sex and the City, get our minds off of stupid manwhores like John." Mickie laughed, and nodded in agreement with Melena. As a commercial came on, Mickie turned to Melena with a raised eyebrow.

"So why was Orton shirtless when he answered the door?" Mickie sniffed as she rubbed her eyes, ridding herself of her earlier upset mood. Melena blushed, and kept her eyes on the tv.

"I don't know. He was showering or something." Melena watched the commercial for car insurance, and Mickie smirked.

"Why wasn't his hair wet?" Mickie laughed at Melena's reddening face, shaking from the giggles.

"Hey look, it's back on!" Melena watched the show, and turned to glare at Mickie as the tv went blank. Mickie held the remote control, a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Oops," she said, throwing the remote control to the other couch in the room. Melena groaned and stuffed her face into the arm of the couch. "I'm sure Randy heard a lot of those noises, right?" Mickie laughed as Melena threw a small pillow at her.

"Go away," she muttered, her voice muffled in the couch.

"I'm sure that's what you two were thinking before I interrupted." Mickie's voice was laced with assumptions, and Melena aimed a kick at her, missing completely.

MELENA'S POV-

I kept my face stuffed into the arm of the couch, knowing that if Mickie saw my blushing red face then she would see the truth of what was about to happen between us.

"Oh come on, Mel! Spill, I'm your best friend!" Mickie pleaded with me, grabbing my leg and squeezing it. I reluctantly sat up, feeling Mickie's dark brown eyes boring a hole into my head, like she was trying to read my thoughts.

"Well, I think you should know that I'm technically still a virgin..." I stared at Mickie, and her eyes widened.

"Are you still..." She seemed surprised at my words, and I nodded. She seemed to relax, and he smiled sadly. "So I interrupted during your big moment?"

"What? Ew, no! Mickie, forget it! You're scaring me with your major obsession with my love life." I smiled, and Mickie's face brightened.

"Alright, alright... I give you a week to keep your innocent sex status." Mickie laughed evilly, and I shook my head, smiling softly.

"I wish I was innocent. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean that I'm totally clean of everything." I thought back to Steven, and felt my stomach twist violently. Memories started flooding back against my will, and I tried to forget them. I couldn't stop the feeling in my stomach as more and more ideas started flowing past the gate which I had set up for the past few days, keeping out the monster that had been slowly killing me.

I bolted, throwing up in the toilet. I winced at the pain in my ribs, and felt someone behind me, rubbing my back soothingly and holding my hair back. I sighed as I leaned against the porcelain bowl, flushing the contents of it down the drain.

'Are you okay?" Mickie sounded worried, and I nodded, tears burning in my eyes. I stood up carefully, Mickie hovering nearby, and I washed out my mouth with water and mouthwash. I splashed my face with water before I walked back to the couch, all of my positive feelings gone.

"Mickie, I don't feel to good. Must be the stomach flu or something. I think you should go so you don't get sick, either." I smiled at her weakly, covering my real emotions. Mickie seemed to caught up in her own problems, thankfully, to see my false notions, and she didn't seem to realize all the flaws in my hasty explanation. She nodded, smiling at me.

"Alright then, I don't wanna get sick! Feel better, honey, and call me if you need anything." Mickie reached out as if to hug me, and then pulled back, blowing me a kiss instead. She left quickly obviously afraid of getting the fake stomach illness that I had acquired.

I immediately curled up into the couch, sobbing. I felt the sharp stabs of pain in my chest as the memories kept flashing before me. Steven's slow breaking of my body and my will, his abuse and humiliation in front of his friends, the sickening things he threatened to do to me if I told anyone... I felt my head spin as I tried to forget everything, all the beatings with belts, all the verbal abuse and punches and kicking and pushing, all of the pain and suffering that he wanted me to feel.

I remembered all of the scars on my body, and realized that Steven was right. No matter what, I would never be good enough for anyone except for him. I had a chance to be loved by someone normal, but being with Steven was making a deal with the devil. He had scarred me, and once Randy saw that, he would never want me again.

I felt my sobs building into hysteria, my loud cries getting more quiet as I fought to breathe through the pouring of tears.

Then, I felt warmth.

I was so cold, so dead, so defeated... but there was still warmth there. I felt a pair of large arms wrap around me, and I didn't open my eyes. I felt myself get lifted, and then after a few seconds I was on my bed, someone there with me. That someone was my angel, the light in my constant darkness. I curled up into a ball, and the same large hands pulled me into their lap, holding me tight, keeping me from breaking.

I cried into my angel's arms, feeling the emotions drain out of me slowly. Not once did the angel say anything. Not once was the grip on me loosened.

Soon, I felt better, my sobs relaxing into sniffles, and my shaking body moving as I breathed slowly, rhythmically. I felt the arms move me, and I opened my swollen eyes to see a pair of blue orbs, which were surprisingly red-rimmed. My angel had been crying with me.

"Lena, I promise that I will kill anyone who has ever hurt you. I don't care what it takes, but everyone who has ever touched you in the wrong way, they're all going to pay."

"Randy," I breathed, not trusting my voice. He kissed the top of my forehead, not releasing me from his grip.

"I will always be here for you. I'm so sorry, I wish I could have been there when it happened. I wish I could have stopped it all from happening." Randy's face was defeated, his eyes damp as anger flashed in the depths. I grabbed his face between my hands, noticing how much they shook.

"No. Randy, promise me that you won't do anything stupid. Please, don't do anything that you're going to regret." I stared into his eyes deeply, trying to see deep into them, trying to convince him that it was a bad idea. Randy shook his head, grabbing my hands and pulling them down, then wrapping his hands around my waist. He shifted his gaze, looking at a point above my shoulder.

"When I was walking back to the room, Mickie told me that you were sick and had thrown up. I knew that wasn't possible, because I would've been sick, too. I came back to the room to see you on the couch, crying while you're saying 'No, Steven, not again...'" Randy's eyes glazed over, and I felt my stomach clench. I had been saying things out loud... what had I been saying? I waited for him to go on, holding my breath. "I watched you for a minute. The whole time all you did was cry and say 'No, not in front of them', along with other things. Do you know how hard it is to watch someone be in so much pain, knowing that you can't do anything about it? What he did, that was inexcusable. That was despicable. He's going to pay, Lena, and there's nothing you can say to stop me." Randy's voice was breaking, his resolve crumbling as he looked at me, a strange glint in his eyes.

"It's not going to end well, please-" I was stopped as Randy's lips crashed down on mine. I forgot for a moment about everything, his sweet kiss filling my head with his taste. He pulled back, his blue eyes staring into mine.

"I'll make you forget that bastard. He's going to be out of our lives soon enough." Randy looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression, and kissed me on the lips again, running his tongue along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, allowing him the access he wanted. His tongue explored my mouth, and he tightened his grip on me. I felt his tongue slide out, and his lips were more fierce, more needy as they pressed against mine.

He moved his lips to my jawline, skimming down my neck to my collarbone. My eyes fluttered shut as his arms moved up and down my back slowly. His head moved back up slowly, and he pressed his forehead to mine, looking right at me, eyes burning with lust.

"Do you still want to?" It was a simple question. I nodded to him, and he brought his lips to mine once more, claiming them. I let him explore past my lips, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt. With one fluid movement he pulled the shirt off, breaking the kiss. His eyes moved up and down my body, and he kissed my neck moving down my body. He kissed my cheek, and cupped my face, looking into my eyes. "God, you're beautiful." His voice was husky, and I couldn't help but moan as his hands moved to my sensitive mounds. He worked the flesh softly through the fabric of my bra, and then unclasped it with one hand, throwing it on the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head, and picked me up, moving so I was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He slipped off his jeans, left only in his boxers.

THIRD PERSON POV-

Randy looked down into Melena's eyes, which were red from her crying. His anger flared as he thought of Steven, but he quickly pushed the thought away, wanting to claim Melena as his own, and wanting her to forget about what had happened in her past. Slowly, Randy slid down, kissing Melena as he went. He planted kisses down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, moving lower to kiss her abdomen. Melena broke out in goosebumps from his fluttering touch, and she wondered why he hadn't moved away from her after seeing the three scars on her body. There were two lines going from the left side of her stomach, each three inches long, and another scar going down her right side, from top to bottom, a good four inches long. Randy didn't seem to notice, or if he did, then he hid it well.

The truth was that Randy had noticed the scars, and he felt his vision blur as anger pulsated through him, but once again he calmed himself. It took just one look into Melena's beautiful emerald eyes to calm him down: she was his anesthesia.

Randy continued his kisses, lingering at her bellybutton, tracing a pattern with his tongue around it. He heard her sighs, and moved lower, past her sweet spot, to kiss the insides of her thighs. He was off of the bed, kneeling on the ground as he looked up into Melena's face, which was full of nervousness and passion. He hooked two fingers in the side of her panties, and saw her eyes widen somewhat, her breathing increasing. He knew she was sensitive to everything, and wanted her to trust him. He slowly pulled off her panties, leaving her body completely open to his gaze. His eyes roved her body, so lean and beautiful, her skin a rich golden-brown. He finally gathered his thoughts, focusing on the beautiful woman before him. He moved forward slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Melena's gaze. He slowly flicked his tongue across Lena's sensitive nub, and she twitched as her eyes fluttered. He buried his face into Lena's clean-shaven, sweet sex, relishing the feel. He could hear her breathing becoming more labored, and her stomach muscles contracting.

He worked his tongue, probing within her and using his fingers to tease her nub. Lena's whimpers and moans were making him harden, and he put that thought aside, focusing on giving Lena her pleasure first.

Lena moaned as he kept going, and she felt familiar and unfamiliar ripples of pain and pleasure. Steven had never been this gentle with her, but he had given her some of the same feelings. Unlike Steven, though, Randy was making Lena feel good. She bucked as she felt pressure mounting in her core, and Randy slipped a finger into her virgin body, moving slowly.

"Oh Randy," Lena moaned as she threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut.

"Come on, Lena. Look at me, sweetheart." Randy kept his hand going, and saw Lena pull her head forward, her eyes open. He slipped another finger into her, and felt her walls contracting. Melena pulled herself up, her arms arund Randys neck as she kissed him hungrily, her body shivering from the feelings going through her. Randy accepted the kiss, deepening it as he felt her finally get towards the edge. "Come for me, baby. Look at me." Randy leaned his forehead against Lena's watching her eyes as she bit her lip, trying to control her feelings. Randy considered stopping to keep the pleasure going, but decided that he wouldn't do that, since it was her first time. He watched Lena's back arch, her hair framing her, and Randy tried to contain himself as he watched her erotic position. Her hands were curled around Randy's biceps, squeezing as she finally released, her whole body quivering as she felt the release.

"Randy!" She groaned loudly, falling back onto the bed, eyes slipping shut as she felt the climax come to a standstill. She breathed deeply as she felt her walls stop contracting, the feeling slowly dissipate. She felt Randy lay next to her, and he pulled them both so they were lying on the bed, pillows under their heads. He cradled Lena, her face buried in his chest. She pulled back, lightly tracing a finger around his pecks. She felt his muscles flex, and smirked as she continued her teasing. She was stopped as Randy grabbed her hands, pulling them over her head. He leaned in, kissing Lena's lips softly. He pulled away, eyes looking right into her green pools.

"I love you, Lena. I never want you to feel hurt ever again. I'll always be here for you." Randy kissed Lena's forehead as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"I love you, too, Randy." She smiled at him, wiping her tears quickly. Randy pulled her close, sighing.

"I don't want anything from you. I don't want to make love to you just because we were thinking about anything bad. I want to make love to you when we're both ready." Randy spoke quietly, hoping he wasn't sounding like a pansy. He groaned as he felt a pair of soft kips on his chest.

"Thank you. You're really great, you know that?" Lena mumbled into Randy's skin, and feeling devious, moved her lips to his right peck, biting it softly between her teeth, and licking it seductively. She heard Randy's loud groan, and laughed.

"I don't know if I can keep myself away from you if you keep acting that way." Randy's voice was low, and the innuendos made Lena blush. Randy chuckled, noticing her reddening face, and pulled the bedsheets over her and his body. He laid on his back, pulling Lena so she was lying on top of him, her head on his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath as Lena brushed patterns on Randy's chest with a feather-like touch.

"I can't help it. You're so..." Lena trailed off, her face flushing, and she ducked her head down. Randy's eyes glimmered in interest as he watched her hand move lightly down his side.

"So what? Sexy? I know." Randy smirked as Lena looked up at him, her face turned into a fake frown.

"Don't be overconfident. For all you know I was going to say that you're a manwhore." Lena smiled angelically, and Randy growled playfully.

"Oh really now? Well don't provoke this manwhore, otherwise he'll show you what he really can do." Randy winked, and Lena rolled her eyes.

"Suuure, stop acting so macho." Lena smiled at him, eyes twinkling, and Randy frowned at her.

"You don't think I'm macho?" Randy sniffed jokingly, and Lena laughed, shaking her head.

"No, I take that back. You're very macho, and I love you." She placed a kiss on Randy's chest, unaware of just how much she was affecting him. She slipped off of his body, laying her head and hand on his chest.

"That's good. Love you, too, babe." Randy planted a kiss on top of Lena's head, and she felt a small spark as Randy called her 'babe'. "How about we take a nap now so we're refreshed for dinner tonight?"

"Okay," Lena smiled, planting one last kiss on Randy's lips before closing her eyes. She had forgotten about the dinner that Randy had asked her out to earlier in the week. After ten minutes, Lena felt Randy's breathing slow, and she knew that he had drifted to sleep.

MELENA'S POV-

I sighed as Randy slept, thinking about how sweet and sensitive he was. All the more reason to follow through with my plans.

I didn't want Randy getting hurt, and the only way to stop that was to get out of his life, fast. Once I made a clean break, he would forget about me, and he'd find someone with less baggage to be with him.

Slowly and quietly, I slipped out of Randy's grasp. I decided to take a shower, knowing that if Randy got up, he wouldn't be suspicious, and would just fall back asleep. I got in and washed myself clean, getting out after a good forty-five minutes. I left the bathroom, and saw Randy curled into a loose ball as he slept peacefully. I smiled, and then returned to my task. I zipped open my bag, pulling on a fresh pair of underwear. I wore a plain green vneck with a pair of dark jeans. I pulled on socks, and then a pair of black canvas vans. I wrote a small note, slipping it onto the pillow next to Randy's head.

I looked at Randy's sleeping form, a lump rising in my throat. Tears stung my eyes, but I knew this was the best for the both of us. I leaned down, kissing Randy on the temple for the last time. I walked to the door with a heavy heart and mind, my feet dragging as I walked away from the one thing that had truly mattered in my life.

I opened the front door, looking back once more, before taking a deep breath and leaving the best thing in my life behind me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to go hide now before you all kill me ... Love you all [x