A/N: I don't own any wrestlers. Please review.

Randy POV

I was sitting in my study and looking over future storylines, shirt designs and other various things that needed my attention. I was drinking Jack Daniels and just looking over things, when I found a picture under all the papers on my desk. I held it and looked at it, when memories came flooding back. I was staring at a picture of Sam and me in Vegas, at a casino, and we were happy. I looked it and realized how dumb I was, how foolish I was, and how naïve I was to think that I could actually have someone who would love me when I was on the road 3-4 days out of the week, every week. I was stupid to think that I could have a family that would work and stay together. I was stupid to think that one person would be faithful to me.

I sat there and pondered all these thoughts as I finished the rest of the Jack Daniels. I was staring at the picture and realized I wanted nothing in my house anymore that reminded me of Sam. I grabbed the pictures, another bottle of Jack Daniels, and some other things that reminded me of her with me outside. I grabbed a lighter and started a fire. I wanted anything and everything that reminded me of her gone.

Becca POV

I had showered and was talking to Phil on the phone when I smelled something burning. I got off the phone and ran downstairs to see what was going. Randy must have been doing something stupid, and I wanted to make sure he was alright. I walked outside to see him drunk, pissed off, and lighting everything of Sam's on fire. I walked over to him and took the Jack Daniels from him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spat at me.

"Stopping you from doing something incredibly stupid." I told him and he was glaring at me. I wasn't fazed because I had seen Randy do some stupid things drunk.

"Give it back." He said and I shook my head no.

"No, Rand." I told him and he stepped closer to me.

I just walked inside and went to pour it out in the sink. I was in the middle of doing it when I felt Randy grab me and turn me around. I was going to say something when he slapped me right across the face. I backed away from him and was shocked by his actions.

"Randy, stop." I told him and started to walk away, but he grabbed me and threw me into the wall.

"You need to shut up! You are still her friend and you need to pick me or her." He screamed at me as I started to get up. He kicked me in the ribs and I fell back over.

"Pick!" he screamed again.

"You!" I yelled at him.

"I don't believe you." He said as I finally got up to my feet. I wasn't really able to defend myself because I was stunned from Randy's actions. I finally got up and he punched me right in the face. I fell back against the wall and hoped that he was almost done.

Phil POV

I was trying to call Becs back to see if she was ok, because she had to get off the phone in a hurry. I tried for an hour to get her, and couldn't. I was starting to get worried, so I called Matt.

"Hey Punk." He answered.

"Hey, I need you to do me a favor." I asked him and he knew something was up by the sound of my voice.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"Go check on Becs, I am worried. She had to get off the phone in a hurry and now I can't get her on the phone." I told him.

"Sure. I will leave right now. I will call you back when I find out." He said.

I hung up with him and then I was so worried that I didn't know what to do. I knew he didn't live far away from Randy, but I knew it would seem like an eternity.

Matt POV

I went over to Randy's house and knocked on the door. I waited, but got no answer, so I tried the door. I was a little shocked that it was open, but went in. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but needed to find Becs to tell her to call Phil.

"Randy? Becs?" I called out and didn't get a response. I went further into the house and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I listened for a minute until I heard what sounded like pounding, and went towards the sound. I walked through the kitchen and noticed, blood, a broken Jack Daniels bottle, and Becs phone on the counter. I knew something was wrong and kept following the blood trail.

I walking into Randy's room to see him dragging a half passed out Becs behind him. I saw blood, bruises, and her clothes were torn.

"Randy!" I yelled to him and he looked at me with drunk, rage filled eyes.

"Let her go." I told him and he just looked at her and dropped her. She fell to the ground with a thud and didn't move.

"What happened?" I asked him as I scooted closer to Becca and made sure that Randy wasn't going to come at her again.

"She wouldn't let me do what I wanted to." He said, but I knew he was drunk.

"Ok, Randy, I need to get her to the hospital." I told him and he just looked at her.

"She will be fine." He said and walked closer to her. I stood up to face him because I didn't want him near her.

"No, Randy, I am going to take her to the hospital." I told him again.

"Do whatever." He said and laid down on the bed.

I quickly and gently lifted Becs off the floor and carried her to my car. I grabbed her phone and bag on the way out the door. I laid her in the passenger seat and jumped in my truck; I took her as fast as I could to the hospital. I knew she was bad off, but I didn't know what to tell them when I got to the hospital. I couldn't say that her brother beat the shit out of her.

I got the hospital and took her into the emergency room. They took her back there immediately and I called Phil. I told him that she and Randy got into it and that I was taking her to get checked out. He freaked, but I wasn't going to lie to him. I knew he would probably be on the first flight here, but I didn't care. She needed someone right now, other than me.

I paced the waiting room for awhile before the nurse told me I could come back there. I walked back there and the nurse was covering up some of her stitches. I was shocked at the sight of her, even though I had seen her when before she was cleaned up, but now she looked worse. She had a black eye, busted lips, stitches in her forehead, and various bruises all over her. I also saw that her ribs were wrapped up meaning they were either broke or cracked. I walked over and saw that she had her eyes closed. I gently sat next to her on the bed and her eyes, well eye because one was almost swollen shut, shot open. She looked at me and threw herself onto me. I just held her as she hugged me and cried.

"Shh, Becs, It's going to be alright." I told her.

"Thanks for saving me." She said and I just smiled at her.

We was released a little while later and I took her to my house. I didn't want her alone or with Randy. I carried her into the house and put her down on my bed.

"Thanks, Matt." She whispered as I put her down. I sat next to her and smiled at her.

"Anytime, Becs." I told her and she had tears sliding down her face. I gently wiped them away with my thumb and pulled her over to me.

"How did you know?" she asked me.

"Phil got worried when you didn't call him back and wanted me to check on you." I told her and she nodded.

"It's ok, Becs, you are safe here." I told her and she nodded.

"Come on, change, and you can lay down." I told her and went to grab her some shorts and a shirt. I handed them to her and walked outside so she could change.

I wait a minute and heard her call me name. I walked in there to see the shorts on, but she was still holding the shirt.

"I need help." She whispered and I knew she was embarrassed.

"Ok." I told her. I walked over to her and she stood up.

"Turn around, that way I don't see anything." I told her and she gave me a small smile.

"Thanks, Matt." She said and turned around. I slowly ran my hand underneath the edge of her shirt and helped her slide it gently and slowly off her. I saw the bruises and the wrapped ribs. I knew that I wouldn't have seen anything even if I had wanted to, because of the wrapping, but I was trying to make her comfortable.

I felt my hands brush up the sides of her and I finally pulled the shirt over her head. I saw the markings and bruises, but she was still beautiful. I just watched as she let out a painful sigh and knew she was going to cry again. I quickly put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and just stood there.

Becca POV

Matt was so helpful and gentle. He was being nice, kind, and caring. I felt safe when he wrapped his arms around me and when I was leaning against him. I knew he didn't have to help me, or he was only doing it because of Phil, but I was grateful to him.

"Thanks." I whispered.

He gently kissed my cheek and ran the tip of his nose over the edge of my ear.

"You're welcome, anything for a friend." He said and I just closed my eyes.

"You mean for Phil?" I asked him.

"No, Becs, for you. You haven't been anything but nice to me, and I consider you just as much of a friend." He said and I smiled at that.

"Come on, you need to lay down." He said and I nodded. I knew it was close to being the early morning and nodded. He gently slipped a large t-shirt over me and helped me to lay down.

"Where are you going to be?" I asked him.

"In the living room on the couch." He said and I shook my head no.

"Can't you just share the bed?" I asked him and he smiled.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." He said.

"Shut up." I told him and he smiled. He crawled in the bed next to me and I fell asleep knowing that he was next to me. I didn't want to be alone right then, because Randy had scared me so bad, but I knew that he probably wouldn't even remember it.