"You heading out?" Torrie Wilson's roommate, AJ Lee asked, eyes narrowing over her coffee cup.

Torrie nodded, though it should've been obvious due to the fact that she was clad in her gym clothes.

"I'll probably be late tonight," AJ said, absentmindedly smearing Nutella over a piece of toast.

Torrie smiled. "Long night with Phil?"

AJ blushed. "I guess you could call it that."

AJ and her boyfriend, Phil Brooks, had been together a couple of months and it seemed to be going great. Torrie was genuinely happy for them, too. AJ was a sweet girl and a good friend and Phil was crazy about her. He treated her right, which was all Torrie really cared.

"Are you...are you not hungry?" AJ asked, "I laid out the eggs over there," she pointed to the counter beside the stove.

"N-no," Torrie replied, "I've got a couple errands to run before work, so I'll just grab something then."

Before AJ could reply, Torrie was out the door.

Odd, AJ thought to herself, It's eighty degrees out today and she's wearing a long-sleeved shirt...to the gym.

She shrugged, taking a bite of her toast. Maybe it was a coincidence. But what was definitely not a coincidence was that it was Saturday. Torrie never worked Saturdays.

Biting her lip, AJ sighed. She didn't know what was wrong with Torrie, but she needed to get to the bottom of it ASAP.

...

Torrie stepped into the gym, feeling as nervous as ever. She absolutely despised the place, even if she did love fitness. She was just too insecure to feel comfortable at all there. She felt like everyone there was judging her, disgusted by her appearance, just as John was.

She was also now forced to wear long-sleeved shirts everywhere she went, for the scars on her arms were too obvious for anyone not to notice them. AJ or Stacy, her best friend, would certainly be concerned about it. Therefore, it had to be hidden.

Besides, if Stacy were to ever discover why Torrie was hurting herself, it would definitely put a strain on her own relationship with her fiancé, Randy Orton.

Torrie stepped onto a treadmill, starting it out on medium speed. Trainers suggested that a person start out slowly and work their way up to the higher settings, but Torrie simply couldn't do that. She had to become beautiful again - for John. She had to make him realize he loved her. She really didn't know what she would do if she couldn't convince him of it.

Thinking of that only brought more tears to her eyes. She gritted her teeth, praying that the people around her only suspected the tears to be beads of sweat trickling down her face. She turned the knob to a faster speed and closed her eyes, thoughts drifting to the day she'd met John Cena.

It was the a year ago. Randy and Stacy had invited her over to watch the Superbowl with pizza, hot wings, beer, and the works. That was one of the last few times Torrie had eaten whatever she wanted without caring what anyone thought about her.

They were giggling over one of the Doritos commercials when he stepped inside the apartment. He was dressed in a New England Patriots' jersey (despite the fact that they weren't playing), dark jeans, and white tennis shoes with black trim. But what she'd really noticed were his eyes. They were so blue, so piercing, so genuine. Or, so she'd thought. When he'd came in, he'd smiled at whatever dumb joke Randy had made and she noticed his deep, adorable dimples.

"John, this is Torrie. Torrie this is John," Stacy introduced, smiling wildly at Randy. It was her dream for the two of them to get together.

When green eyes met blue, Torrie's world stopped turning.

"Hey Torrie," he said, smiling.

"H-hi," she'd stammered, her heart skipping a beat.

They talked all night and as it grew later, the more intoxicated Torrie became. Not just from the alcohol, but from John, as well. Everything he did was so perfect and intriguing to her. His laugh, his smile, his sense of humor, his voice and demeanor, his body, his face, his everything. She fell so hard.

And when she was too inebriated to drive herself home, John offered. When he reached her door, she invited him in.

He kissed her.

They fell into her bedroom.

And when she woke up, he was gone.

She wasn't concerned about it, though. Really, she was embarrassed that she'd allowed it to go that far when she'd only just met him. Perhaps it wouldn't go anywhere, but she certainly hoped it would. And it did. For a while, at least.

They were 'sort of dating,' as he put it. This, in essence, meant that they had sex whenever he felt like it and had small dates whenever he couldn't find someone better. For a while, it was all right with Torrie. Stacy and Randy and AJ all believed that they were just dating, so there was no reason for concern there, either. She loved him and that made it all okay.

Then he met Nikki. Sometimes she never saw him. Other times, she saw him every day. And this was all still okay. All that mattered was that she saw him.

But telling her that he was marrying her...Well, that was just too much. Especially when she'd poured her heart and soul into that man and loved him with all of her heart. She'd given him her heart only to have it stomped on and destroyed.

Now, Stacy, Randy, and AJ believed she and John had broken up and they weren't worried about her. If only they knew...

She took a deep breath, hopping off of the treadmill. She reached into her bag, pulled out her pink water bottle, and took a good, long swallow. She then checked her iPhone to see what time it was. She was surprised to see that it was almost ten o'clock. She'd been on the treadmill a long time and if she wanted to make it to her nail and hair appointment, she would have to hurry along.

The blond threw her belongings back into the bag and rushed to the showers. Luckily for her, there was one open in the ladies' room. As quickly as she could, she stripped and had out her shampoo and body wash. Usually, she liked to take her time with her shower, especially to relax her sore muscles, but she didn't have time today. She needed to get her French tips redone and needed to have her perm set again. John had told her before that he liked her hair curly and so she constantly had it permed. She knew it wasn't good for her hair, but John liked it and that was all that mattered.

Strangely enough, Nicole's hair was constantly straight.

As Torrie began to massage the shampoo into her hair, she heard a familiar voice. She listened closer and confirmed that it was indeed who she thought it was.

"It's just so pretty, Nikki!" she heard a girl named Eva exclaim.

Eva was a redhead and a good friend of the Colace-Garcia twins.

"I know!" Nikki laughed, "I bet John spent a fortune on it. He does spoil me."

Brianna, Nikki's twin spoke up next. "Mom's gotta be so happy. Both of her daughters are getting married so close together." Then she laughed.

Nikki laughed, too. "Bridesmaid dress shopping and wedding dress shopping. We really do things simultaneously, don't we?"

Torrie bit her lip hard, telling herself not to cry. As quickly as she could, she rinsed the soap out of her hair and off of her tired body. She then pulled out a towel and dried off, scrubbing so hard she left red marks. She wrapped her hair into the towel and dressed as quickly as she could, ignoring the older pink and newer red, angry scars that zig-zagged across her arms. She liked to pretend that they weren't there.

If she acted like she couldn't see them, maybe they'd disappear.

One dressed, she darted out of the shower without bothering to do (or even dry) her hair or put on her makeup. She had to get away from Nikki.

And fast.

Wow, I'm writing a het fic. It feels like ages since that happened. Literally...Two Pewdiecry one shots, a multi-chapter fic (that I have rudely neglected), and I just wrote 3,000 word Ianthony one shot. Wow.

Two chapters down, eight to go if all goes as planned!

Chapter song: "Hold on Till May" by Pierce the Veil because you think it's just a sweet little love song until you listen more and google the lyrics and watch thousands of interviews with PTV and discover it's really about suicide. *Sighs.*

Thanks for reading!

-Kalina :)