A/N: One chapter left, I think.

Screaming began echoing through-out the Orton household, which quickly woke up Randy. He jumped to his feet then moved so quickly to Jayme's room it was like he flew to the room. When he got into the room, Jayme was standing up, tears practically pouring down her little face, and her sobs were agonizing.

She stretched out her arms for Randy, and she was crying "Daddy" until he pulled her up out of her crib and cradled her in his arms. He rocked her back and forth and tried to hush her. Eventually, her sobs calmed down, and Randy had the chance to ask her what was wrong.

"A man was in my room!" She told him through all of her tears.

Randy's heart stopped. He knew she was a child, but no one as little as Jayme would be making up things like this. "Baby, where did you see him?" He tried to remain calm, just for Jayme.

She pointed to the door, "Right there!"

He nodded. "Okay, Daddy's gonna go chase the man away, okay?"

Jayme shook her head, "No daddy! You can't!" She hugged him tighter, probably the tightest she could hold onto him.

"But I have too..." He told her, as he stroked her hair, "Daddy will be okay baby..."

Eventually, she lessened her grip around Randy, and whispered, "Okay, daddy." She was obviously still frightened, but Randy told her to go in his room and lay down. He would take care of this man... After he followed Jayme into his room and made sure she was alright, then he looked around his own room a little. Before leaving his room, he kissed Jayme's forehead, then grabbed the knife he kept in his night stand... his 'just encase' knife. Then Randy made his escape from his bedroom.

Slowly, he walked around upstairs in search for this man. He looked in the bathroom, in Jayme's room, in the laundry room, in the spare bedroom, and finally in his office. But there was no sign that any life besides himself and his daughter had been upstairs. Randy took a deep breath, then he made his way down the stairs.

He tried not to press down each stair too hardly because if there was a man in the house, Randy did not want him to get away this easily. Finally, Randy reached the bottom of the stairs. Slowly, he crept around the bottom of his house, with his heart beating fast. It kind of shocked him that he was so scared over something so minor; he killed his wife, and one of WWE's most popular wrestlers, and he wasn't scared. But the fact that there was possibly someone in his home scared him. How funny.

He searched the living room for any sign of life... but nothing looked touched. He turned around and noticed that the vase on the coffee table was knocked over, and his heart nearly stopped. Jayme wasn't lying, someone was in the house. Before he could even think about where to look next, there was a loud crashing noise from the kitchen, then a muffled voice curse. His hand immediately connected with his own mouth to prevent him from letting his jaw drop. Who the in the house?

Randy went off and then found himself in the kitchen. He gripped his knife firmly in his hands, and placed it in front of him, then he walked around the island that he and Jayme ate dinner at... then he found a man sitting on the floor trying to pick up shards of glass that were in front of him. The man looked oddly familiar from behind. Randy changed positions, "Ted, help me clean this shit up!" He called quietly. Randy knew that voice from anywhere... it was none other than Cody Rhodes.

Randy shifted the position he was standing in, which made the wooden floor beneath him creek loudly. "Jesus Teddy, hurry up!" Cody looked up to scold his best friend some more, but instead of seeing Ted, he locked eyes with Randy Orton. When Cody locked eyes with the devil, he nearly fell backward in fright, "Randy, this is not what it looks like..." He told his supposed 'friend' before scooting away from him.

Randy kept talking one step closer with ever movement Cody made. Randy chuckled, "Then what is this Cody? What the fuck are you doing in my house at," He looked away from Cody to glance at the clock on the wall, "Two Thirty-Seven in the morning?"

Cody shook his head, and put his hands up in defense, "Randy, you have a problem, and you need to calm down..." Cody saw and felt the anger that was clearly filling up Randy's mind and body.

"What are you talking about Cody?" Randy spat at the younger man. He knew exactly what Cody meant... but he just wanted to see how Cody was going to even attempt to explain.

"I know what you did," Cody said, his voice quivering. "I know what you did to Kelly."

If Randy hadn't been so unbelievably infuriated at this moment in time, he probably would have withered away with fear in that very instant, but he didn't. He still remained standing tall before Cody. "Yeah, and how do you know? What happened then?"

Well, Cody now looked like he was about to wither away with fear. The fear was consuming him at this moment because he had no idea what Randy would do, or if he would do anything at all, "You killed Kelly..."Cody whispered.

Randy scoffed, "Yeah, and what is it to you?"

Cody glanced around the room, "Randy, you killed someone... I need to help you; let me help you."

Randy shook his head, then looked Cody dead in the eyes, "Listen buddy, I don't need your help, nor do I want it," He took a deep breath, "I was doing the world a favor by ridding it of that cunt." Anger was filling up Randy. He was ready to explode.

"No, Randy... you don't have to live like this... Let me help you..."

If Cody said those damned words on more time, Randy was going to lose his mind. He walked over to Cody, who was frozen still. Randy grabbed Cody roughly by the collar of his shirt, then pulled him up to his feet. "Look, I don't need or want your help, Coddles. Now don't go tellin' anyone about what I did... or you'll pay the price."

Cody nodded slowly, then pushed Randy away from him. Randy dropped him, then Cody got back up to his feet and ran away from the Viper. Randy stood in the kitchen, then finally after a few seconds, he chased after him. The ran all through the house, then finally Randy caught up to Cody, and he pushed him to the floor. Randy landed ontop of him, and Cody began screaming like a maniac. "Ted! Go get help! Call 911!" Randy placed his hands over Cody mouth.

"CODY! SHUT UP!" When Cody refused to hush-up, Randy had to do what he had to do... A knife was connected with Cody's stomach, and chest, repeatedly... until all that was left was a dead and bloody mess of Cody Rhodes.

Randy started breathing heavily, silently freaking out to himself. He saw lights shinning through to his living room, then turned his head. There was a car pulling out of his drive way... Ted got away... and nothing was stopping him from ruining Randy's life.

He needed to get away... He needed to escape.

Randy sprinted away from the living room, and gathered everything he could for his daughter and himself, and quickly put everything in the car. He put a sleeping Jayme in her car seat, then closed the car door. He took one last look at the house, then he grabbed the pack of matches he grabbed from his pocket, lit one up and threw it to the house. He ran to his car, then drove away from this nightmare he called his life.