AN: As Mickie's predicament grows worse, she receives aid from an old friend.

Chapter Five: Help

Mickie opened her eyes and saw that she was in her bed. She sat up, ignoring the pain coursing through her. She tried to remember how she got there, and then she remembered, Jason. Jason caught her talking to Brett. Jason waited until they were far away from anyone, and Jason beat the crap out of her. She began to cry, and almost on cue, Jason walked in.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jason asked, smiling insincerely. Mickie looked at him and looked away. Jason walked over, and forced her to face him.

"Look at me when I am talking to you!" Jason screamed. "I know that you are screwing around on me, and if I catch you even looking at another man, if you even think about leaving me, I'll track you down and kill you, you understand me?"

"Yes." Mickie whimpered.

"Yes, WHAT?" Jason screamed in her face.

"Yes, sir." Mickie whimpered.

"Good. Now get some sleep." Jason said in a mockingly sweet tone. Mickie rolled over, and fell asleep, crying silently.

Mickie woke up, and saw that it was still dark out. It was about one in the morning, pouring down raining outside. She looked over at Jason, and a surge of hatred ran through her. This piece of crap was putting her through all of this, and he had the nerve to say that he loved her? That was bull, and she knew it. Mickie got out of the bed, and began to put a pair of sweats, not aware that Jason had stirred awake.

"Where are you going?" Jason asked.

"Away from you." Mickie said. Jason reached out and grabbed her, but Mickie snatched her arm away.

"Look," Mickie began, "I had enough of you. You are aways beating me, putting me down, and making me feel like I am not good enough for you. Truth of the matter is, I deserve better than you."

"You're not leaving me." Jason said, trying to grab her again, but when Mickie snatched her arm away this time, she also slapped him.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Mickie said. Jason looked at her with red hot fury in his eyes. Mickie, realizing what she had done, decided to make a run for it. Forgetting about all of her possesions and what not, Mickie bolted out the door, and ran through the rain, crying as the rain stung her back.

Brett was sound asleep on his front couch, as the TV before him was blaring loudly. He walked over to turn it off. Just as he began to walk towards his bedroom, someone began frantically knocking on his front door. Brett walked over, and opened it, and he saw Mickie. But she looked as though she went through hell. Her face was swollen, and she was soaking wet from the rain outside.

"Mickie? What's wrong?" Brett said, concerned about her well being. Mickie looked directly at him, and threw her arms around him. She began sobbing violently. Brett closed the door behind her, knowing that something was really wrong here.

AN: Mickie has escaped from her abusive boyfriend, and ran to find her old friend to help her. But what is going to happen next? Read and find out!!!