A/N: Fail at life… I thought a morgue was the same thing as a funeral home… my bad.

Foreword: Randy was a disturbed man… he didn't really know how to act around other people. As a child he saw his mother pop pills and he saw his father beat his mother. He was taught no matter what, to react in violence… that's why he was kicked out of the service and is currently a professional wrestler. Randy thought everything was going to get better… but he never thought that his past would come back to haunt him…

-Late 2007-

Randy had been dating the diva known as Kelly Kelly for quite some time now. They had been getting along for the most part. She was the only person Randy could act somewhat normal around. Everything had been going perfect in Randy's life at this point… he finally found someone he could be with and he was living the life.

Kelly was sitting on the floor crying as soon as Randy walked through the door… He walked over to his girlfriend and knelt down beside her. She was hugging her knees to her chest… and he didn't understand why she was crying.

"Hey baby what's wrong…?" Randy attempted to caress her face but she slapped his hand away… he tried not to flip out but his fists clenched.

"Do not touch me." She warned him. What the fuck was her problem? Randy didn't even do anything.

"Kelly, what's your damage?" Randy asked in a pissed off tone.

She gave him a cold, bitter, pissed off look… he didn't know how she pulled it off, but she did. "Don't play stupid with me, Randy. I know what you've been doing and it's pretty fucking disgusting that you would do this to me… I thought you loved me?" She exploded with tears and buried her face into her knees.

Randy's face fell. She knew… "Who told you?" Randy asked.

"Look that doesn't matter… how the fuck could you do this to me?" She screamed.

"Look, baby I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing… but Mickie and I have stopped seeing each other for a little while…"

"Still… Randy that doesn't change anything… you cheated on me and I'm done with your shit." She got up off of the ground. "We're through." She tried to walk away but Randy grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back into him.

"Look, you're not going anywhere. I said I was sorry and that is good enough, okay?"

Kelly nodded in fear… she had never seen Randy like this and it scared her. The pure evil she saw in his eyes scared her the most. "Okay… I'm sorry."

Randy let go and sort of pushed her off. "Good…" He took a deep breath and tired to forget that he almost hurt the woman he was so hopelessly in love with… but the fear that he saw in her eyes almost made him smirk. "I'm gonna go pick up something for dinner, you want anything?"

"Um... no you can decide." Kelly told him. She was confused; only a moment ago he had snapped at her but then his tone changed… what the fuck?

Randy nodded. "Alright, I'll be right back." Randy reached for the door handle when Kelly stopped him.

"Randy." She called.

Randy turned to her and saw the frightened look on her face and she was holding her stomach. "Yes?"

Kelly gulped she was so afraid about how Randy was going to react. "Um… I'm pregnant."

Randy closed his eyes, turned back around then walked out of the room. There was no way that he was going to be a father… just no way.

Kelly fell back onto the bed… Randy was angry and he probably wasn't going to come back because of the baby. Tears began to escape… she should have waited to tell him… now she fucked everything up. "Fuck my life." She screamed.