"Give him a chance? Listen to him? Abby, all he's done for the past week is call me names and you want me to listen to him? I don't think so," I said, as I started to walk away from her. She grabbed my arm and made me stay.

"Lynn, you owe the man an explanation."

"I owe him nothing," I barked back, my brown eyes flashing with annoyance. Why was my own sister on Team Randy all of the sudden? "What has he been telling you exactly?"

She sighed, motioned to the kitchen table. We both sat down. "He called me last night. He is really upset about your break up."

"Really? I couldn't tell," I said smartly.

"Jessalynn," she said with a warning. I knew my oldest sister well enough to know that I had better keep my mouth shut and listen.

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"Abby? Randy Orton here," Randy said gruffly into the phone. Abby was his last chance. If anyone could get Lynn listen to reason, it would be her. Abby was the mother figure in his now ex-girlfriend's life and they adored each other. Many times Lynn was known to go to her oldest sister for relationship advice and Abby always pulled through. Maybe he had been acting like an ass lately to Lynn. Abby would know how to fix it.

"Hi, Randy, how are you?" She had heard, and seen, her youngest sister's and Randy's breakup on national television last week and was wondering when one, or both of them, would come to her for advice.

"Not good. I suppose you heard that me and Lynn broke up. Or I should say, she broke up with me for no reason except that she's sleeping with DiBiase now."

"I did see that show. I'm sorry that happened. That must have been very embarrassing for you." Abby was choosing her words wisely with Randy. Kait had called her earlier that day and had let her know that Randy's behavior towards Lynn hadn't been very appropriate lately. No woman deserves to be called the names that he had been calling her sister. She should be outraged and hang up the phone right now. But at the same time, she was curious about why Randy was calling her.

"It was. I'm beyond pissed and I think I made a mistake with how I handled it."

"How did you handle it?"

"I got pissed."

"You had every right to be angry, Randy."

"I called her some names….."

"What kind of names?"

"I…..I'm actually kind of embarrassed that I called her these names. I swore that I would never hurt her and I know I have…..I also have been texting her nonstop and trying to call her. I just want to talk to her. We were together for a really long time and I think we need to talk about what happened. I don't think it's fair for her to just walk away from me like this."

"What did you say to her, Randy?" Abby prepared herself for the worst.

"I called her a whore."

"A whore."

"Yeah."

"You know my father would kick your teeth in if he heard you talk to her that way, right?" she said, forgetting that she was in therapist mode for a brief moment.

"I know, I know. And it probably wasn't the best thing to say to her."

"But it got her attention, didn't it?"

"It did. I got a reaction out of her."

"What kind of reaction?"

"She's scared of me. I showed up at her house the other day to pick up some of my stuff-clothes and what not and DiBiase was there."

"Dear Lord. What happened?"

"I punched that fucker out."

"Randy!"

"I had to! He was sleeping in our bed. Abby, I can't stand the thought of him touching her. She was mine. I loved her. For six long years we were together. I put up with so much shit from your dad and all I wanted to do was love her and this is how she repays me."

"You don't call the person you claim to love a whore, Randy."

"How do I fix this?"

"I'm not sure you can. I think you need to let her cool off for a little while and let her come to you."

"Snowball's chance in hell she is going to come to me."

"Let me worry about that."

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"All the man wants is an explanation," Abby said to me as we sat at the kitchen table.

"There is no explanation. I met Ted and things just kind of happened from there."

"There must be more to the story than that, Lynn. You don't just meet someone and decide that you like that person better so you dump your boyfriend."

"Well, that's what happened!"

"That's what happened with what?" Dad asked as he came into the kitchen and sat down at the table with us.

"We were just talking about Randy," Abby said softly.

"Douche bag is gone. Good riddance," he said gruffly as he got up and went to the refrigerator to get himself a beer. He popped the top and sat back down next to me. "It's about time you broke up with him, Lynn. He wasn't good enough for you, baby. Never was and never will be. Now, DiBiase, he comes from a good family. Me and his old man go way back."

"Dad, don't you think that Jessalynn should have broken up with him in a different way?" Abby asked carefully.

"Now, Abigail Sue, don't you start your therapist mumbo jumbo with me today," Dad said with his blue eyes starting to grow hard with frustration. "She didn't want to be with him no more so she broke up with him. Douche bag is gone. No big deal."

"I'm just saying that if she had broken the news to him in a different way, then she wouldn't be in the predicament that she's in now."

"And what predicament is that?" Dad asked as he took a long drink from his beer.

"Tell him."

I started to stutter before the words finally started to properly form. "Dad, Randy is really mad at me. He's called me like sixty times and he's texted me over a hundred times. He showed up at my house the other day, punched Ted out and he's been calling me names…..his favorite one is ….whore…." I whispered the last word.

"Something a douche bag would do. You're better off without him, Lynn. No matter what, do not give back into him. Move on with your life. I can beat his ass for you for calling you a damned whore if you want, darlin', in fact, I should, in fact, I think I will. But under no circumstance should you get back together with him ever."

"Dad, I am a grown woman-"

"And I am your father. And you," he said, pointing at Abby. "I know you practice forgiveness and feelings and all sorts of things like that. I won't let my baby girl get hurt because you think Jessalynn needs to ask Randy for forgiveness for breaking up with his dumb ass on television. I don't know what happened between the two of them, don't need to know either, but what's done is done. She don't need to talk to him no more. Baby girl, you should change your phone number and then the calls will stop. It's that simple." He got up from the table and grabbed another beer out of the fridge. "There. Now that I solved that problem, I'm going to watch the game." And with that he walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

Abby and I sat in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke up. "Abby, I really am scared of him and I just want him to go away."

"You can ignore him all you want, Lynn. I just don't think he's going to go away willingly….."