FINALLY! It's here! Thank you m' loves for all the reviews, they make me happy :D. I spent forever on this chapter, but you know that since you guys have probably been waiting a while, lol. I went to most recent Monday Night Raw show and saw it for real and yes... Jomo's ass is so much sexier when you see it in person. anway, i will stop rambling and let you continue.

Do I look like a billionair who owns the biggest wrestling entertainment company ever? I didn't think so...

Enjoy my loves!

John felt his heart drop at Drew's words.

He was just starting to think that Drew was different. That he was someone who actually gave a damn about him. But those thoughts were quickly washed away when Drew spoke the magic words; '"So, how much for one night?"'

So is that what he wanted the whole time?

Why are you so surprised? John thought to himself. You're just a piece of ass, just like Mike said. Of course that's all he wanted.

But John was completely oblivious to Drew's plan. Drew felt his heart break as he saw the hurt and betrayal spread through John's expression. He tried his best to look down and hide it, but it was still there. Drew would have to explain to John his true intentions once they were in his hotel room, away from Mike.

Drew kept up the façade and turned to Mike.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Drew said to the other man. Mike nodded and smirked.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind makin' a little video for me, would you? I wanna remember this." Mike said, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Shit. Drew mentally cursed.

"U-Um, I actually prefer to do this alone... if ya know what I mean..." Drew said, trying to come up with any excuse he could.

Mike nodded, understanding. "I get it. Well now, have fun..."

Drew grabbed John by the waist, pulling him towards the elevator in the lobby. As they walked away from Mike, Drew leaned down to whisper in John's ear.

"Relax, I'll explain everything later. I'm not gonna hurt you." But John's stiff posture and hurt look didn't change.

They finally reached Drew's room, a few floors up from Mike's. They entered the room and John went to sit on the bed, waiting for Drew to dish it out at him.

"John?" The Scotsman called out softly.

John looked up at the Scotsman, fear evident in his eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." Drew tried again. John just scoffed.

"That's what the all say." He muttered. Drew sighed and kneeled down to face John.

"Look at me." Drew commanded gently.

John hesitantly looked into Drew's sky blue eyes.

"I will not hurt you. I only did this so we could talk, without Mike or anybody else interrupting." The Scot said honestly.

John chewed on his lip and looked back down at his lap.

"You're telling me you bought me for 500 bucks for the night, just so so we could talk?" John asked skeptically. Drew nodded.

"You really did that?" John asked again, unbelieving.

Drew nodded again. "I had to get you away from him somehow."

John was very confused. Why would Drew just waste 500 bucks on him just to to get him away from Mike? He wasn't used to the attention Drew seemed to give him. He didn't believe that someone actually cared that much about him. His father never cared, and Mike hadn't been any different. Bottom line, John had never felt the... love... he should have felt a long time ago.

"Why do you care?" John asked quietly.

Drew sighed, getting up to sit next John on the bed.

"Because I have a feeling no one ever did. And... if I don't, who will?" Drew asked softly.

John's eyes stayed directed to his lap. "No one should have to care. I don't deserve it."

Drew clenched his jaw. "Yes, you do. John, I know Mike's hurting you. And, I wanna help you, and don't say you don't need it because that'd be a bunch bullshit. So please, just tell me what's wrong."

John stayed silent. He still had a lot of fears, a lot of trust issues. And Drew knew that, more than anyone. John was still afraid of what Mike would do to him if to told someone the heavy, painful secret he had carried with him for three years. He was afraid of the shame he would feel if this information got out to the public. All this ate away at John, and he didn't know what to do.

"John, love, its okay." Drew whispered, trying to get the smaller brunette to talk.

John felt tears prick his eyes he bit his lip.

Don't breath a fucking word... Mike's voice repeated in his head.

John shook his head slightly, trying to make the voice go away.

"John..." Drew tried again, almost pleading.

Not a fucking word... repeated the haunting voice.

"It's alright, this is between you and me, it's alright." Drew tried gently.

John closed his eyes.

Don't you dare...

Kill you...

Torture you...

My bitch...

"I can't!" John gasped, the tears finally spilling over.

John took a deep breath. "I can't..." He repeated quietly, his voice so small and filled with fear, it tore Drew apart.

"Why not?" Drew asked gently.

John abruptly stood, running his hand through his hair, and started pacing.

"Because it makes it real! It makes everything so real..." John said, the uncontrollable sobs taking over his voice.

He felt ashamed for falling apart in front of Drew. He felt so weak, like a child who couldn't take care of himself, who couldn't keep him himself together. But Drew wasn't phased by it. It just made him more and more pissed at Mike for putting John in this condition in the first place.

"At least if I don't tell anyone I can pretend it's just some horrible nightmare. I can pretend it's only a part of my life, but in reality... they took away my life." John said as his pacing slowed.

Drew kept silent as he thought about what John said. He knew how John was feeling, but like he said before, that was a long story for another time. He leaned against the headboard of the bed and sighed.

"John you gotta tell me what Mike does to you. It's tearing you apart, and eventually, there will be nothing left. And... I will not let that happen." Drew said, looking John in the eyes.

The high flyer bit his lip out of habit as he met the Scotsman's stare. He still didn't know if he could trust him. He had been betrayed, violated, and hurt so many times, he didn't know if Drew was different, or like everyone else in his life who hurt him.

"John, I won't tell anyone about this, you have my word. Whatever you tell me won't leave this room." Drew said truthfully.

John swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Drew was already too suspicious to walk away. He might as well spill, because he was too deep into this conversation to get out now. And there was just something sbout Drew, made him want to trust him.

"John?" The Scot called out softly.

"Yeah?"

"Sit." He demanded gently.

"Kay." The smaller brunette sighed, before he sat on the bed Indian style next to Drew, facing him.

He looked back at the Scotsman. His soft eyes, and gentle smile calming John like it always did. It was a look that told John he wasn't going to judge, just listen. John would enjoy the effect while it lasted, even Drew ended up hating him at the end of his confession.

"When... When I was a kid, my father beat me." John started, staring at the comforter. He looked at Drew, but he kept silent and was simply listening.

"He uh, he never liked me, pretty much hated me. But my older sisters... he loved them. He prided himself on having blond haired, blue eyed, beautiful daughters to show off to his friends. Then..." John paused. "I was born. My mother died during the birth, and he always blamed me for her death. My sisters always told me my mom was beyond excited to have me, but... my father was less than thrilled."

John bit his lip.

"He wanted two daughters, that's it. But no, I was born, brown hair, green eyes, and male, everything he didn't want. He favored my sisters over me any chance he got, and hit and beat me at any reason he could come up with. But he never laid his hands on my sisters, only me. My sisters, Lilly and Leah, always tried to stick up for me, but it never worked. My father just... loathed me. I tried so hard to please him, but he was never satisfied. Then, along with writing, I got into gymnastics. He showed a little appreciation, but he never stopped beating me to where some days I couldn't go to school."

John closed his eyes, the memories hitting him like a ton of bricks. He shook his head and continued.

"There was one time, where he decided beating me wasn't enough. I was 12, and I-I had failed a class a school. And when he f-found out he um..." John's voice started to quiver as he continued. "h-he pushed me against the counter and... h-he molested me. It was the only time he'd ever did that but I never forgot. Never will..." John said, the tears trailing down his cheeks.

Drew discreetly clenched his jaw after hearing what John's father did to him. That disgusting man better hope Drew never, ever meets him. But he kept his anger under control and let John finnish.

"So eventually, I left home at 18, got work where I could and trained to become wrestler. I probably would have been a gymnast, but that took a lot of money, time and support I didn't have. And wrestling had always been a dream of mine. So as everyone knows, I won Tough Enough, got my contract and my life was perfect."

John looked at Drew, who hadn't shown any signs other than showing he was listening, and John appreciated that. John tried to calm his heart as he thought of Mike in his story.

"Then... Mike and I were put into a tag team. Mike... he had charmed me, flirted with me, did everything right. Within months of dating, I had fallen in love with him." John took a deep breath, trying to keep his tears at bay. "After I voiced it, he said he loved me too. And I believed him." John closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to go into the worse part of his story.

Drew watched John try to calm himself. He knew not to say anything, that all John needed right now was friend to listen to him, as much as he felt anger boil under his skin.

"You don't have to continue." Drew said gently.

John shook his, exhaling. "No, i-if I don't do it now, I'll never be able to."

John continued. "You see, I was still a virgin when I was dating Mike. I always knew I was gay, part of why my father hated me was probably because he knew it too. I had fooled around with guys before, but never went all the way..." John took another deep breath to keep his heart under control.

"One night... I was coming back from the arena..." John started, going back into the painful memory.

John walk down the halls of the hotel to his room. He opened the door, set down his bag and searched for his lover. He look to the left and saw Mike enter the room.

"Hey baby." John greeted. Mike smiled and pulled John into a kiss as a greeting of his own.

"Hey..." Mike said, smirking as his pressed kisses along the smaller brunette's neck.

"Well, somebody is a little touchy tonight, aren't they?" John said with a raised brow, pulling away from his boyfriend. Mike chuckled.

"I'm always touchy."

John chuckled and walked over to his suit case to put away his stuff. As he put his things away, he felt Mike's hands wander down his body and too his ass ass, giving it a hard squeeze. John sqeaked and turned around.

John shook his head and chuckled. "Quit it, will ya? I told you I'm not ready for that yet."

Mike smirked and pulled John closer. "Well, I think you are." He whispered while pressing his raging hard on to John's abdomen.

John gave Mike a stern look. "I'm serious, stop it."

But Mike didn't give up. He had waited so long to fuck John, and he was done waiting. He was going to have John, whether he was willing or not. He pushed John on the bed, and crawled on top of him.

"Mike! I'm serious, stop!" John yelled, trying to move away from the blond. He was getting a little scared of Mike's behavior.

"I've waited too damn long for that sweet, virgin ass of yours. And I'm gonna take what I want, whether you want it... or not." Mike growled, pinning Johns hands above his head.

"Mike, what the hell? Stop!" John struggled even harder. Mike was really scaring him now. He had no idea what Mike was gonna do to him, though he had a pretty good idea.

John's body started to tremble as he felt Mike's hand grope his crotch, giving it a hard squeeze. He than moved his hand to John's hip, digging his fingernails into the smooth, tan flesh, making John cry out.

"Mike please, stop it!" John tried again, but Mike wasn't listening.

Mike took out a pair of hand cuffs from his back pocket and before John could do anything, he was cuffed to the head board of the bed. John's eyes widened as the blond moved his hands to undo his pants, before unbuttoning and unzipping John's pants as well and sliding them down to he the brunette's knees.

"Please Mike, stop it, please..." John whimpered as Mike pressed his body against his own.

Mike didn't listen. He didn't bother to take off his pants all the way, for he was impatient and wanted John now. He leaned down and sucked on John's neck, leaving a mark to show his dominance. John whimpered as Mike spread his legs as far as they would go with his pants being at his knees. He pressed his hands against John's mouth to prevent him from screaming.

John's eyes widened as he felt Mike's cock press against his entrance. At that moment, John realized something. Mike never loved him. He didn't love John, he loved his body. That's what he wanted the whole time. John was not Mike's boyfriend, no. He was his property...

John clenched his eyes as he felt the familiar feelings of hurt and betrayal eat away at him. Mike had always made sure John knew his place in their 'relationship'. John had always been his property, his toy. His life has always been treated like a game. Mike and his father were the predators, and he was the pray.

"For years, Mike made me into his vision of perfection; a trophy boyfriend. Some cheap slut he could show off to his friends. Mike always made sure I knew my place in our 'relationship'. Never talk back, always wear tight clothing, never wear my hair in a pony tail, and only eat what he tell me to eat. If he says jump, I'm not allowed to ask how high, I just do it or else..." John explained, trying and failing to keep his tears at bay.

Drew moved closer to the brunette, carefull wrapping an arm around his shaking frame. He was surprised that John didn't jump away. He just collapsed into the Sotsmans arms, truly not having the energy fight his touch. He fell apart, his pride had left him a long time ago. He felt the feelings of disgust eat at him as he thought of the memory. He wondered why Drew was holding him, but he didn't fight, and he didn't question it, for the Scotsman's embrace was too warm... to safe to fight.

"H-He t-took my v-virginity..." John cried, his sobs racking his body. Drew simply let him cry out all the pent up pain that he had been holding in for years.

"God, you must th-think I'm weak... dirty..." John said through his tears, ready to pull away.

"Hey, I would never think that. No matter what anyone has ever told you, I will never be disgusted with you." Drew said sternly, tightening his embrace around John.

John shook his head as he stared down at the comforter. "I just don't get why you care so much..."

"John, is it so hard to believe that someone could care about you because you deserve it?" Drew asked.

John shrugged.

"John, Mike is going to continue hurting you, and break you until there is nothing left. I will not sit back and watch that happen." Drew growled.

"Mike has no respect for you," The Scotsman continued, "because the fact that he sold you for a night just to make 500 dollars disgusts me. But I'm disgusted in him, John. Understand that. And what you're father did to you, it makes me sick that he would do that to his own son. You deserve to be loved."

Drew knew in a lot of abusive relationships, the person being hurt was fooled into thinking that they loved their abusive partner. But John didn't love Mike, at least not anymore. John feared Mike. John feared Mike more than death. Hell, death was probably a luxury at this point. But John didn't have a release. He had tried cutting once, but it did nothing for him.

He had contemplated drugs, but his career was the only thing he could at least try and enjoy, and he would never risk that. Then he had tried drinking the pain away. But the alcohol just brought back every painful memory, so while it may numb the physical pain, he couldn't take the vivid flashbacks booze always seemed to give him.

John didn't have a release. He felt the pain, all the time. No drug, drink or blade could take it away. It was always there, Mike was always there.

"Please, don't tell him I told you any of this. At least not yet. I have that championship match with him tomorrow and if he's pissed, I wouldn't put it past him to break my neck during the match." John said quietly.

Drew clenched his jaw. "Fine, I won't say anything... for now. But if he really hurts you in the ring, I will hurt him." Drew almost growled.

John chewed on his lip. "You really care that much, don't you?"

Drew nodded. "Yes, yes I do. I won't watch Mike treat like you just some pet anymore. You deserve better."

"You keep saying that, but I'm not sure if I'll ever believe it." John sighed and rested his head against the headboard.

He doubted what Drew said, but he felt so exhausted, emotionally and physically. He was tired of trying to hide everything from Drew, when it was obvious that the taller brunette saw right through the facade and the lies.

Drew had made it very apparent to John that he was not going to give up on him. After he had confessed everything to Drew, the Scotsman didn't judge him, and wasn't disgusted him. Instead, he held John, and made the LA native feel something he hadn't felt and an extremely long time; safe.

Drew saw the John was slowly starting to believe that he was genuine about being there for him, being his friend. And that he was serious about making sure that asshole Mizanin never laid his hands on John again.

John ran a shaky hand through hair and pulled out of the Scotsman's grasp.

"Thank you." John whispered, looking up at Drew.

Drew smiled softly. "No need to thank me."

The Scot stood up from the bed and stretched. "You should sleep, you had a long night. I'm gonna go out on the balcony and have a smoke."

John watched Drew go and walk on to the balcony. He was starting to really believe that the other man truly cared. He would hope and pray that in the end, he would not regret trusting Drew, though he doubted he would have any regrets when it came to the Scotsman.

Drew watched John from outside as he smoked his cigarette. He watched as he took off his shirt. He could see the faded or fading scars that took residence on his tanned skin.

Such a lovely little thing. Drew thought. How could anyone ever hurt someone so beautiful.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and looked away from the smaller brunette and to the city view. He stared at the lights, then glanced up at the dark sky.

Please don't tell me I'm falling for a broken angel. Drew thought to whatever higher power existed in this world.

John was starting to trust him, and he'd be damned if he ever broke that trust.

And he would personally make sure that no one hurt John, emotionally and physically. He might be taking this too far, but he couldn't help it. He cared for John, and would protect him, no matter what the hell it took.

He sighed and took another drag of his cigarette.

Yes, Drew thought, glancing back at John.

Broken angel indeed...

Ok, I worked SUPER hard on this chapter! I tried to make sure everyhting was perfect! I think alot happened in this chapter. I'm still wondering what to do next, but eh. I go with the flow when writing, I really don't plan.

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