Face to Face
After the show Abby was dreading going home. She knew her punishment was going to be bad.
"Abby,let's go."
"OK."
"My brother and friends invited me out for a drink. You're coming along because I don't want to drive you home first. You can have one drink."
"OK, thank you."
Once inside the bar Abby sat at the table with Brad's brother and his girlfriend. She pretended to have fun while on the inside she was terrified. Alcohol made Brad five times worse. No one knew about Brad's behavior so Abby had to pretend to be part of the perfect couple when they are anything but. Brad sent her to the bar to get his drink.
"Excuse me."
"Who me?"
"Yes, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink."
"No, thank you."
Abby never looked up. She had no idea that the man of her dreams had just offered to buy her a drink.
"Who were you talking to?"
"No one."
"What did that guy at the bar say to you?"
"Oh, he thought I was someone else."
"That had better be all."
"It was."
Brad knew it was Randy Orton who had talked to her. He also knew Abby wouldn't dare to look up so he wasn't worried. What did bother him was that a rich pretty boy like Randy Orton thought he could talk to his girlfriend.
"Of course it was. It's not like he was flirting with you."
"No. Why would I ever think that?"
"I don't know. I just thought I would make it clear to you."
"OK. Can I get you another drink? You should be having fun not reprimanding me."
"Damn right. Go get me another beer."
Abby went back to the bar happy to be away from Brad. He had overreacted to something completely random. Yes that guy offered to buy her a drink but she was sure he had her confused with somebody else.
"There you are again. How about that drink now?"
Before Abby replied she turned to see Brad completely ignoring her.
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"How could I mistake you for someone when I can't see your face?"
"Good point."
"So how about it?"
"What?"
"Your face, can I see it?"
Abby didn't know what to do. If she looked up she'd break rule number two. But unless she looked at him he wouldn't leave her alone. And if Brad had seen her talking to him again he'd be really angry. He'd hurt her for sure. She had to let him know that she wasn't who he thought she was. When he saw she wasn't beautiful he'd leave her alone. She looked up into the most beautiful set of blue eyes she'd ever seen. She realized she was face to face with Randy Orton.
"Hi."
"You're right, I don't know you, but we can change that."
"What?"
"Um, you and me becoming friends."
"I can't. I'm here with my boyfriend. It's his birthday."
"You can talk for a little while."
"No, I've been gone to long. He'll be wondering where I am."
"Wait. I'm Randy."
"Yeah, I know. Bye."
"What's your name?"
"Abigail."
"Nice to meet you, Abigail."
Abby hurried away from Randy. She hoped Brad hadn't noticed. He probably hadn't since he was busy throwing back shots. For the first time alcohol may have become her savior instead of her damnation.
"Here is your beer."
"You were gone long enough."
"There was a long line at the bar."
"Right."
As the night went on Brad got more and more drunk. Abby could feel Randy watching her. She didn't go get Brad anymore drinks out of fear of running into Randy. He figured he was avoiding him and decided to put an end to it.
"Excuse me."
"What do you want?"
"I heard it was your birthday, and I wanted to buy you a drink and say Happy Birthday."
"Usually wouldn't take anything from a punk pretty boy like you but it's my birthday."
"That's no way to talk to the guy who just bought you a drink."
"How did you know it was my birthday?"
"Abigail told me it was her boyfriend's birthday."
"She did? Well she should have kept her damn mouth shut."
When Abby heard that she became terrified. She knew that a trip to the hospital was probably in her future. Before she knew what was happening Brad was dragging her to the car.
"How many rules did you break tonight? How many? All of them! That's how many!"
"Brad, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
"You will not disobey me in public or anywhere else."
Brad grabbed Abby's arm and twisted it behind her. She cried out in pain but didn't try to get away. She knew that if she tried to fight him he would definitely break her arm. He pushed her away from him and grabbed her face in his hand. He pulled her close until they were nose to nose.
"I'm sorry, Brad"
"If you ever pull a stunt like that again you'll regret it."
He let her go. She stumbled backward. She reached out to steady herself and Brad just pushed her hand away and she hit the ground. She cut her hands and knees on the sidewalk.
"Get up and get in the car!"
As she was struggling to get up she felt a pair of strong hands helping her. She looked up to see Randy Orton coming to her rescue like he had in all her fantasies.
"You OK?"
"I'm fine. I just slipped."
"Are you sure?"
Abby hesitated for a split second.
"Yeah, I must have had to much to drink."
"OK. Well, if you ever need anything call me."
He stuck his phone number in her pocket then opened her car door and put her inside and shut the door. He knew she hadn't had to much to drink, she only had one drink. Something didn't feel right but she had said she was fine. All Randy could do was give her his number and hoped she used it.
Abby couldn't believe what had just happened. He had offered her an out and she didn't take it. Abby put her window down and leaned out.
"Randy, wait!"
"Yeah."
"Uh, thank you."
"Anything for a beautiful girl."
"Bye, Randy."
Brad sped away before Randy could say anything. He knew he shouldn't be driving but he wanted to get Abby away from Randy before he put crazy ideas in her head.
"I hope you don't think he was telling you the truth. You're not beautiful. I'm the only one who could possibly love you. Don't forget that!"
"I won't. Brad I'm so sorry for everything that happened tonight."
"You should be sorry. Don't think because you apologized I'm not going to punish you."
"I know. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am."
"Whatever. Shut up and don't say another word."
Abby cringes in her seat dreading what will happen when she gets home.