Hello, lovely readers!
Hope we are all well today. And I hope all my American readers had a lovely thanksgiving yesterday. The last chapter was quite a positive one for Ellie. Seth defended her, started a war and Randy ended up with a Curb Stomp to the face. But a good thing can never last…
Debwood-1999 – You're right, we all know how it will end, but how will we get to that end? Well this chapter may add to that abuse, not necessarily physical but emotional.
Tantoune – We all wish that. He's the definition of a complete and utter bastard!
Sexy mexy666 – Thank you!
Beautifultragedyxxx – I think Seth has had enough of Randy. Not only has he hurt Ellie, but now he's keeping her away from Seth. And the architect wont stand for that.
SethRollinsGirl – Aww that's so sweet of you to say. Well welcome to the story! I hope you continue to enjoy it.
Dutchangel1979 – Seth has finally made his move! The battle has begun!
Lilygirl95 – Aww thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it so much. It's all worth writing it when I know people love it so much.
MsConCon – It's a good theme song for this story lol! I think Seth is just completely sick of the shit Randy keeps pulling and is finally acting out. He knows his girl is in danger and now Randy is back he can do what he needs to in order to keep her safe.
Paisley2 – We kind of see what happens next here, and I don't think you'll be expecting what The Viper does. It will only add to Seth's hatred for him
Shaq Gaddy – Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it
Kina – The games have officially begun. May the odds be ever in Seth's favour lol!
Takerschick – Welcome to the story! So glad you are enjoying it.
This chapter is named after 'Everybody Hurts' by REM.
Elizabeth Chapman's Point Of View
As intense and extreme as Seth and Randy's war had begun on that first day at Raw, it had slowed to a practical halt for the rest of that week, and it was because they didn't see each other. The last meeting they had was Seth's foot to Randy's head as he Curb Stomped him into the mat, leaving my boyfriend unconscious and The Shield with the upper-hand.
Randy kept a conscious distance, not wanting to see Seth and not wanting me to see him either. It was very rare that Randy worked Smackdown tapings anyway, but since he was still injured and not cleared to fight, he wasn't needed at all on Tuesday for the taping. The Curb Stomp, whilst shaking and stunning Randy, had not damaged him too much, so he was fine to return to the hotel on the evening, checking out of it instantly and moving us to another one down the street.
He wanted to avoid Seth both inside and outside of work, and did not want to bump into him in the hotel corridor. So he moved us, making as much distance between us and Rollins as possible.
It wasn't due to fear; it was pretty obvious to the entire world that Randy was always up for a fight and never backed down from an enemy. He moved us to stop Seth from seeing me. He wanted to avoid it at all costs, never wanting to give Seth the chance to see me, talk to me and get into my head. He knew our relationship was under threat now and Randy was a very possessive man. He wanted what was his, he did not like people taking his belongings, so to Randy, keeping me out of Seth's reach meant that nothing could get to me and I could remain his.
I wondered if it would be impossible, especially since I'd no doubt see Seth at the Smackdown taping, but Randy always had a plan up his sleeve and knew exactly what to do there too.
He spoke to Triple H, convincing him that it'd be best if I took the Tuesday off in order to take care of Randy after the Curb Stomp. Triple H and Randy had been friends for years and sadly he took the bait, knowing the move could have potentially aggravated the injury further. It hadn't, but Randy had this slick way of twisting the truth. So I wasn't at work for the entire week and annoyingly I wasn't in the same hotel as the architect for the week, so annoyingly I'd not seen Seth since Raw.
Randy's possessive and controlling ways were working, and I knew it would be driving Seth insane. Nobody knew which hotel we were in, and Randy was still keeping my phone away from me. And since we were together in a hotel room for the week, I never got a moment to myself in order to make contact with my friend. I was being kept prisoner, locked up in a room with my captor, and I had absolutely no way out.
Seth may have won the physical battle on Raw, but Randy was certainly getting the upper-hand in the psychological battle, getting not only in Seth's head but mine too.
I was petrified, locked away from the rest of the world with no way out. No Seth, no Shield, no Renee, no Charlotte. I'd been cut off from everyone, Randy being my only companion and keeping me shut out. I prayed for Monday, for Raw where both of us would be appearing. I needed freedom, I needed something other than the four walls of the hotel room. I needed human contact other than the boyfriend I hated and was keeping me trapped.
I needed out.
xXx
We walked into the arena Monday afternoon, Randy keeping my hand tightly and harshly in his, never once letting me leave his side. He ignored everyone who tried to speak to us as we walked to Hunter's office, Randy not trusting me on my own.
He knew I had to meet up with Renee to go over our interviews for the night, but he didn't trust her to not take me to meet Seth, Randy constantly paranoid and vigilant of Rollins's whereabouts. But he knew I had to work, so he'd organised with Triple H to allow J&J Security to escort me to her and keep a close eye on me due to his lack of faith in me.
He'd used the excuse of worrying that Seth would attack me like he had Randy if I was left alone in order to convince Triple H to offer me some security. Hunter accepted his reasoning, so as we entered the office, J&J were already in there, suited up, ready to take me to Renee.
After Randy had spoken to them, giving them the low down on what he wanted and who he wanted them to avoid he bid me farewell, offering me a harsh and disgusting kiss before he left, heading to his locker room, leaving me alone with the two short men.
I didn't like J&J, never had. They were creepy slimy little men who I never wanted to be anywhere near. They stared a lot, giving me disgusting little looks that really put me off.
"Mr Orton said we should escort you to your locker room in order to prepare for the show, Miss Chapman," Jamie Noble said in his deep southern drawl.
Randy clearly had everything planned out, leaving absolutely nothing to chance. He wasn't going to give me a single moment of peace, quiet or solitude. I felt like a 5 year old child whose mother would not let them out of her sight!
"Fine, lead the way," I sighed as we exited Triple H's office, my mind whizzing, thinking of a way out of this, a way to escape them and get away so I could do my own thing. I wasn't a fucking prisoner and Randy was having a laugh by having someone accompany me to every last place I went. It was stupid, wrong and pathetic.
We walked down the corridor of the arena, my brain working at a hundred miles an hour, thinking of ways to escape. My first thought was to take both men down, but this idea was quickly swept away. Both men were short, but they were still a damn sight taller than I was. Not to mention the strength they had. Compared to mine, they'd over power me easily.
I thought of just running, of moving as quickly as I could until I was nowhere near these vile men. But again, it was two against one. Both men would easily catch up with me and catch me, making things a lot worse when they did. The next idea was shouting for help, screaming until someone came to my aid. But that would make me look stupid, and if Randy got wind of it, he'd go insane.
But as we walked and my head noticed the women's bathroom off to the side, a light bulb went off above my head. This was perfect, the best idea I'd had. It was a place they couldn't follow me, it would have been a reasonable excuse to avoid them, and once I'd entered I planned to climb out of the window then finally explore the arena by myself.
The plan had its flaws, just as most plans did, but it was the best I had right now, so I had nothing to lose.
They were mumbling between themselves when I quickly stopped them.
"Hey, do you guys mind if I quickly use the bathroom?" I asked them.
They looked between each other.
"Sure," said Jamie Noble. "But be quick, we don't have all day."
"Thanks," I said as I quickly darted in, J&J waiting patiently outside.
The bathroom had several sinks and four stalls, but that wasn't what put a smile on my face. It was the giant window that stood at the far side of the room. It seemed luck was back on my side, the exit I desperately needed within my sight. I hurried over, using all my strength and might to unlock the window, opening it wide. Thankfully it opened onto the parking lot outside, so I climbed onto the sink, being as quiet as I could, slipping through the window and easily jumping onto the ground outside.
I let out a sigh of relief, glad that I'd somehow managed to do it without issue or injury. But as I stood up straight, I had one mission on my mind, and that was to find Seth as quickly as I could. I needed to go before J&J realised I was missing so I ran, rushing through the parking lot and entering the arena through the cargo bay where all the lorries that brought the set from show to show were parked.
There were so many lorries parked and crates lying around that it was almost impossible to find the way into the actual arena. I darted through the maze of vehicles, hoping I was close to the entrance.
And that's when I heard noises, strange noises…
They were murmurs, mutters, moans, and I knew from that it was a person. I frowned at the unexpected noise, surprised that I'd heard them. I suddenly slowed my pace, curious as to what the noises were and who they belonged to. I tiptoed quietly, the noise getting louder the closer I got.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Just like that," came the hushed noises. "Damn that feels so fucking good."
I blushed profusely, my nose wrinkled in disgust, the words leaving very little to the imagination. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, someone clearly enjoying themselves and getting a quickie in the loading bay before the show started.
I didn't really want to disturb them or see two people having sex, so I did my best to avoid the sight as best as possible. But that wasn't possible.
I hid behind a lorry, turning and gasping as I saw the owner of the noise, the scene before me causing a horrible chill to run down my spine.
I wanted to be sick.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
The world froze as a numb feeling flooded my body making my blood run cold.
I watched as a man leant against the wall, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his jeans around his ankles, his teeth biting his lip tight as pleasure filled his body. In front of him, on her knees was a woman. I couldn't see her face, only the back of her head as it bobbed back and forth, her hands on his thighs as she moved.
But it wasn't the scene that made me want to vomit, it was the man in the scene.
Randy.
I watched in horror as some dirty little ring-rat sucked his dick for all she was worth, his fingers laced in her dark hair, moving her at a rough and quick pace, his face loving every moment.
Everything hit me, making me feel like my body had just had a swift punch to the gut.
My head felt dizzy, my legs like jelly, my stomach nauseous as my head refused to let the image of what I'd just seen leave my mind. I wanted to tare my eyes out, the sudden need to cry becoming very overwhelming. But I couldn't. I couldn't let him know I was there. I couldn't allow him to know what I'd seen.
I needed to go.
I needed to leave.
I somehow found the strength in my legs to move, my mind on autopilot, walking me to the arena entrance, leaving the two of them behind.
I entered the arena, the world moving in slow motion, my body moving slow and fatigued like a zombie, not really caring who I saw or where I went. I felt sluggish, lethargic in my movements, my brain a vast contrast, my head pounding as an avalanche of memories and thoughts hit me.
He'd cheated.
He'd let some disgusting little bitch do such things to him.
How could he do this to me…?
He'd got his fix elsewhere, not giving a shit about me or how I felt.
And that's what hurt the most, the lack of care, the lack of thought, the lack of concern.
I knew what I'd done with Seth was wrong. I'd kissed another man, but I had not been the one to initiate it. And as soon as it was done, I'd put a stop to it, telling Seth I needed time to think and realise what I wanted to do. I never encouraged him, telling him from the beginning that I had to think about Randy, about my boyfriend, about the man I loved.
Randy hadn't done that.
He'd hurt me.
He'd wounded me.
He'd controlled me and beat me, knowing he was fucking other girls on the side. And sexual favours were a hell of a lot worse than a simple kiss. And in our work place of all places, a place where anyone could catch him. And someone had. It just killed that it had to be me.
How long had he been doing this?
Had he always done it? Even from the beginning?
Did he care for me at all?
I felt sick, I wanted to throw up. He'd kept me close all this time. He'd controlled me, kept me prisoner, hurt me, beat me and made me feel like utter shit for weeks. And behind my back he'd been fucking other girls the entire time.
I was too numb to feel angry, too numb to feel sad. All I could feel was pure unadulterated hurt and anguish.
And that's when my legs gave way, that's when my body gave up. I fell against a wall, sliding down it until I was sitting on the floor, no strength left within me to move anymore.
I felt my heart breaking, and it was the most painful thing in the world.
I had never felt pain like this before, not even when Randy had strangled me and beat me. It was indescribable and horrendous, but it had taken over my body, mind and soul, attacking every nerve, every bone, every organ, refusing to die down or stop. I struggled to breathe as I sat on the cold floor, tears streaming silently down my cheeks. I didn't bother wiping them away, I didn't want to. They were the only physical proof that I had that what was happening was real.
He didn't love me.
As soon as I heard those words of pleasure leaving his mouth and saw exactly what that woman was doing to him, my heart stopped, it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and I died internally. I never thought I would see those things from Randy, I never thought things between us would ever get that bad.
But they had.
He didn't love me, he didn't love me at all. He had clearly shown me that with his disgusting actions, bringing down our year long relationship in just a few short seconds.
A rush of sadness and anger ran through me and overtook me and I suddenly punched the wall to my right, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the quiet corridor. My knuckles burnt, my skin ached, the flesh went a bright red, and I let out a cry which turned into a single sob. This pain was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside… nothing could compare with that. That pain would no doubt scar me for life. It just hurt so much. I put my hand back into my lap.
"E-Ellie?" came a voice from above me.
I weakly lifted my head, looking up and seeing Charlotte standing in front of me, a look of concern and worry on her face.
I didn't reply. I simply looked back down again, not really in the right mood to explain myself or what had happened. I just wanted to be left on my own.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, kneeling in front of me. "What's happened?"
My lack of answers, my red puffy eyes and my tear stained face meant she knew something was wrong, and since Charlotte was the kind of woman who would not leave a person in trouble, I knew she wouldn't leave me now. Her friend was clearly upset, why would she leave?
"Ellie," she said calmly. "Ellie, I need you to talk to me and tell me what's wrong."
But I didn't. I kept my eyes glued to the ground below me, my lips sealed shut, not wanting to talk. I just wanted to be by myself, just me. No one else.
That's when I heard footsteps running towards me.
"Shit! Ellie," came Roman's voice, the Samoan appearing in front of me beside Charlotte. "What's the matter?"
"She won't talk," said Charlotte, her voice filled with worry. "I can't get anything out of her."
Roman gently took my hand in his. "Baby girl, I need you to talk to me, okay? What's the matter? What's happened?"
But my lips were sealed shut.
"Should I fetch Randy?" Charlotte asked, my face wincing at the mention of that bastard's name. Thankfully the emotion on my face disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Roman looked up at Charlotte, shaking his head. "I need you to go fetch Seth instead," he said. "He's in our locker room."
"Seth?" she asked in confusion. "Why do I-"
"Just go get him," Roman said sternly, cutting the Diva's Champion off. She didn't need asking twice, running off as fast as her feet would carry her.
A part of me wanted Seth, of course I did. He was comfort, he was love, he was the one guy who actually gave a shit. But the other part didn't. The other half wanted loneliness, solitude, time to process everything that had just happened and get my thoughts in check.
Roman gently squeezed my hand in his. "Ellie, what's happened? I need you to talk to me, please. I can't help you unless you tell me what is wrong."
His voice pleaded and begged, but I couldn't. I just couldn't open up, not even to someone as kind and sweet as Roman. I just didn't have it in me, my body still numb.
I just wanted to be alone.
Seth was there in an instant, running at break neck speed to get to me, Charlotte closely following. Roman stood up and stepped back, Seth quickly replacing him, his warm and soft hands cupping my head, his thumbs running across my skin.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked urgently, his voice filled with anxiety alarm and fear. "What's happened?"
He slowly lifted my head up to look at him, his big brown eyes sparkling with worry, panic, and the love that had always been there.
"I c-can't," I said, my voice broken from the sobs.
"Yes you can," he said gently, his voice trying to stay as level and relaxed as it could. "You know you can say anything to me, sweetheart."
He stroked his thumbs across the temples of my head, the sensation relaxing and soothing, my head instinctively leaning closer to feel more of the effect it had on me. This was why I loved Seth. He was so comforting, so understanding, never judgmental or critical.
"I hurt…" I murmured, the words causing Seth to wrap his arms around me, engulfing me in a protective and shielding hug.
And that's when the flood gates opened.
I didn't know if it was him being here or simply the caring gesture he'd offered me, but my body began to wrack with sobs. I clung to him, holding him as close as possible, never wanting him to let me go. I was surprised he could breathe with how hard I was holding him, but he didn't complain once. Instead he rocked me, stroking my hair gently, kissing the top of my head and easing me in any way that he could.
Seth was my comfort, he was my relief, he was the one who held my heart and filled it with pure and irrevocable love. If anyone could cure me of the numbness, it would be him.
"What's happened, darling?" he asked again.
"R-Randy," I said, pulling back and looking up at him. He lifted his hand, his thumb gently wiping away my tears.
"What about him?" he asked, his face totally puzzled, his eyes widening at my admission.
"I've just caught him with another girl," I admitted. "He's cheated, Seth."
Again, a huge thanks to Debwood-1999, Tantoune, sexy mexy666, beautifultragedyxxx, SethRollinsGirl, dutchangel1979, LatinaWWEFan, Lilygirl95, MsConCon, Paisley2, Shaq Gaddy, Kina and takerschick for their reviews of the last chapter.