Chapter Twenty One

After the first commercial break, Micheal and Jerry let me run backstage to see Chris. He's laying in the medic's room, looking up at the ceiling with a far away look in his eyes. My first thought is "oh shit the nexus killed my husband" but as he blinks my thoughts simmer down to "oh wait, he's just maimed a little, not dead". I sit on the bed next to him, running my hand through his hair. He hasn't changed out of his ring gear but I don't care.

"Hey Meg..." Chris weakly says.

"I can't believe they did that to you!" I say, looking at him sadly.

"I shouldn't have said what I did, not even in the heat of the moment." Chris says, looking pained as he sits up. "I have to say though...I think I taught Wade how to fight pretty damn well..."

I shake my head, "Maybe to well..."

Chris lays his head on my lap and frowns, "I was terrified out there..."

"You think you were the only one? Jerry had to stop me from jumping in there to fight against him..." I frown, "I was terrified. They were looking at you like they were gonna hurt you more after that...thank god Wade just left..."

"As much as I hate to bring the mood down...that's not his style. He's not one to just leave his prey." Chris says, darkly.

I gulp, He's not one to leave his prey. "So, you've gone clubbing with him right, back when he was your friend?"

Chris nods, "Yeah."

"Lets say he would find a girl he likes and she rejects him? What would he usually do?"

"Usually? He wouldn't give up til he won her over. I even heard some of the boys saying that he had paid a few girls off to...y'know..." Chris looks disgusted, "How could he treat women like that..."

"You'd be surprised what men like him are capable of..." I softly say, looking away.

"What's that suppose to mean? Did he hurt you?" Chris asks me softly.

I shake my head adamantly, "No...no of course not..."

"Meghan...if something happened..." Chris says, sitting up as much as he can and taking my hand. "you know you can tell me."

"Nothing happened Chris." I said again adamantly.

He just looks at me and shakes his head, "Fine. If you dont' want to tell me, you don't have to tell me. I just wish you'd see that no matter what you tell me I'm not going to leave you. I can see it in your eyes, something happened."

I bite my lip, "I just had a run in with him that was a little shaky okay."

"Did he touch you? I swear to fuckin god if he touched you I'll kill him."

I'm glad nobody, other than Edge who is incapacitated, is in the room because I burst into tears, "Oh Chris! The night I was in the hotel room by myself...Wade knocked on my door and he...he..." I bury my face in his chest and he holds me close.

"Shhh, shhh. Everything will be okay. I swear to God everything will be okay," Chris says as he runs a hand through my hair. I can't help but look up at him, tears in my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you wouldn't want me anymore if you knew he had...had..."

"Meghan, that wasn't your fault!" Chris says, shaking his head. "It was his. It's not like you asked him to touch you, to take you."

I look up as the door opens and the medics wheel another gurney into the room. Whoever it is, they're bleeding from the face profusely. Wait...those brown eyes that show a childlike sense of wonder even though he's laying there, crying out in pain with a familiar voice. "Oh god...Chris is that..."

"They got to Evan too..." Chris softly says. He looks like he's going to be sick.

Evan looks like he's trying to look over at us but the doctors keep him laying flat on his back looking at the ceiling. "What did they do to him?" I ask a nearby doctor.

"We don't know. We found him in hallway, slumped against the wall. We can't even prove it was the NXT boys."

"Bullshit! You know as well as I do that it was them! Who else would randomly attack a superstar!" I shout, eyes filled with tears.

Chris looks at me, "Meghan...calm down..."

"They've hurt everyone I care about! They hurt John, you, and Evan. Who'se gonna be next huh?" my voice catches in my throat and I look at him with my eyes wide and we both echo at the same time, "Wait...Evan was supposed to look after..."

"Oh no...Louis..." Chris says. "Go..."

I get up and take off, running through the halls to get to my son. You know how people talk about the mama bear attacking when her babies are hurt? This is how I'm feeling right now. I get to Evan's room where Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel stand protecting the door. "Let me in right now!" I scream.

"Sorry, boss said no one comes in." Heath shrugs.

"My sons in there!" I growl, getting into Heath's face.

"Wade's taking good care of him." Justin replies.

"Let her in!" comes Wades voice from inside.

Heath opens the door and I enter the locker room to see Wade sitting on one of the benches, feet resting on what I'm guessing is Evan's bag since the rest of the room looks like it's been demolished of Evan's things. In his arms, Wade is holding Louis and singing some lullaby to him. If I didn't hate Wade and want to kill him, this would almost be cute. Except for the fact that Louis is crying his eyes out. That sort of takes away from the appeal. "Let my son go Wade..." I slowly and spitefully say.

"Let him go Meghan? Why? Uncle Wade was just singing him a little lullaby to try and calm him down." Wade smirks.

"Give him to me now!" I growl. I don't want to cause Louis to cry anymore but I don't trust Wade holding him.

Wade hands Louis to David Otunga who sneers at me and sits down on the bench while Wade grabs my arm, "We're not hurting him nor would we hurt him. We're taking care of him."

"Why me Wade? Why the hell do you hate me so much?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Hate you? Who the hell said I hated you." Wade says, "The other night in the hotel room should have told you I don't hate you but if you didn't get it the first time, I can gladly show you a second."

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. I can feel his erection pressing against me and I feel sick to my stomach. "Then what is it? Why come after me?"

"Because I'm much more deserving than he is." Wade replies, "I'm a man who knows how to treat a lady."

"Your a rapsit." I spit at him.

He draws his hand back and slaps me across the face. "Don't ever talk to me like that! I only became Chris' rookie to get closer to you after all!"

I gulp, "Wh...what?"

"I watched you every week on Raw after you were hired. You were beautiful, I knew we could be something great."

Oh my god, Wade's crazy! Just by looking in to his eyes I can tell he means what he just said. "Wade...you can't honestly...

"I knew when I first saw you that if I had the chance I could impress you. But that...that bastard Chris Jericho! That's the only reason I accepted his invite when he came to England looking for a rookie. I knew if I could get close to him..." he trails off and shakes his head, "But you don't like me like that. I saw it in your eyes the first time you looked at me. So I did this. I'm going to take over the WWE and make your life a living nightmare. I don't care what I have to do to make it that way."

David looks at him, confused, "You said..."

Wade shoots him a look and sneers, "I'm helping you guys to aren't I. We've made a name for ourselves plus I get to make her life hell. As long as you guys have what you want, I'll get what I wants. It's equal either way you slice it."

I see a glimmer of hatred in David's eyes before he nods, "Yeah...yeah I get it."

I pull away from Wade and shake my head, "I won't let you hurt anymore innocent people..."

"Really? Your a girl who doesn't even fight the girls anymore. This will all stop if you just leave Chris for me." Wade smirks, "If not, the crimes are going to get bigger and badder until you have no choice but take me because Chris notices how much harm you've brought the WWE."

"I told him all about knowing the attacks and he said he wouldn't leave me!" I grin triumphantly.

"Well then, I'll just have to make sure to take him out first. He, John, and Evan seem to be my biggest rivals at the moment. And not so much because you like John, which a small part of you does because a small part of every woman is enamored by John Cena's good guy act. No one is safe as long as you won't be mine."

"They'll be safe," I say taking Louis from David. "Mark my words I'll do whatever it takes to bring you and your little groupies down." I storm out of the room and my pocket vibrates, meaning I have a text message or a call on my phone. I fish it out of my pocket and open it, calming down a bit. "Hello, Meghan Irvine speaking."

"Meghan? It's me, Vince McMahon. I thought about what you and I talked about and I've decided that it may be beneficial to the WWE. When can you make your in ring return?"

A/N: Now the real reason is out. I hope you guys like the little twist. I didn't know if I should do it or not. Also, do not expect an update from March 11-March 21st. I will not have the internet so I will not be updating. Btw, if you have an idea for a story you can always send it to me in a review and I'll try to get to it.