Hello, lovely readers!
So this chapter is the Ellie and Randy confrontation. Its been a long time coming but our girl is gonna finally stand up to that jackass. So many of you are excited for this chapter so I hope it meets all your expectations and it fulfils everything you want from this chapter lol. Just a little nervous about whether its good enough.
Debwood-1999 – Randy does deserve to suffer for once. Its nice for the shoe to be on the other foot. I hadn't considered doing a Randy POV, but we all know what he's thinking and how low he likes to sink. Thank you for the continued support.
Starsxhearts23 – Yeah, I had to put a bit of fluff at the end. This story is so full of drama and sad moments that it's good to add sweet and fluffy moments sometimes.
Beautifultragedyxxx – Things never go smoothly in this story, do they? Lol. And we all know Randy. He won't accept anything that easy. He's gonna kick off.
Lilygirl95 – My inspiration for this story was Seth himself. Obviously, before his knee injury, Seth was portrayed as this major Authority heel on Raw, and as awesome and hot as that was, I missed good guy Seth. So I tried to write something where he'd be the ultimate good guy. Plus I like stories with dark plots and themes, so I tried this storyline. It's been tough in parts, but I hope I've done it some justice.
LatinaWWEFan – The confrontation happens now! As for a Randy and Seth match, we'll have to wait and see ;)
SethRollinsGirl – All in good time, my dear. It'll happen soon, don't worry.
Takerschick – I hope you like the confrontation. Thank you for the continued support.
Tantoune – Poor Ellie indeed! We all know this story will have a happy ending, but its hard seeing what happens until we get their. Thank you for your constant support! You are awesome!
Bajor10 – Thank you!
Seth rollins babe – Aww, glad you are enjoying it.
Kina – It is horrible seeing what he's done to her. But we know if one guy can bring her back to her normal self then it's Seth Rollins.
This chapter is named after 'You Don't Own Me' by Grace. Its actually a good song to describe Ellie and Randy
Elizabeth Chapman's Point Of View
I found myself taking a lot of deep and calming breaths as I walked into the arena for the Smackdown taping the next night, The Shield securely at my side. I knew what was about to happen, I knew who I was about to see and I honestly didn't know what to expect from him.
After talking to Roman and Dean about my situation and what I planned to do, they had agreed to help me without hesitation, solemnly promising to aid me in any way they could in order to make my conversation with Randy easy and keep me safe. Randy was unpredictable at the best of times, and we all knew how angry he would be over my disappearance from him last night. So safety was of the utmost importance.
We all knew he wasn't afraid to use his hands or fists, so they'd agreed to stick with Seth and help when he told them too.
We had our plan down, and I prayed with all my heart that it would go without a hitch.
Renee had managed to find out the locker room Randy had been given, so the plan was for me to track him down and talk to him, telling him how I felt and that we were completely over. Seth and the boys would wait outside, awaiting my signal should things take a turn for the worst. They were my security, and as much as I wanted this all to go smoothly, I knew that wasn't going to happen.
Randy wasn't the kind of guy to fight his battles with words, and I knew from the past he wasn't afraid to use his hands even on a woman.
So I felt far more relaxed knowing I had the three of them outside to jump in should things not go my way.
Seth kept close to me as we walked the corridors of the arena, heading to Randy's locker room. No one really greeted us, everyone far too busy in their own work for the night and I was grateful for this. Nerves were attacking my body in full force, my heart pounding so loudly in my chest I was surprised no one could hear it.
My hands were trembling at my sides, my body shaking so much it was almost like I was shivering. I wasn't afraid to admit I was terrified to confront him, but it was something that needed to be done. Seth's hand suddenly slipped into mine as we walked. I looked up at him.
"You need to relax, sweetheart," he said softly.
"Easier said than done," I commented.
"I know it's scary, but-"
"It's more than scary," I told him. "I know what he's capable of, what he can do to me."
"And that's why we'll be outside waiting," he assured me. "You seriously think I'm gonna let that jackass harm you?"
"I know you won't," I said, offering him a weak smile. "It's just nerve-wracking knowing that I'm about to walk into a warzone."
"But think about the reason you're doing it," he said. "Remember what he did to you and how things will be afterwards. You're about to end it with him. You won't have to answer him anymore; you won't have to put up with his bullshit ever again."
"I know," I said. "Those thoughts are seriously getting me through this right now."
"Everything will be so much better after this," he said. "And you know the offer is still open for me to go in there with you. We can still do this together."
"No," I said. "This is something I need to do by myself. I'll be okay."
"Alright, sweetheart," he said as we stopped walking, the four of us standing a few feet away from the locker room door.
My heart began beating rapidly, my mouth running dry at the sight of the door and knowing who lay beyond it, but I had to man up. I had to do this. It was now or never, and after that I was free. Free to do what I wanted and be with whoever I wanted. No more control, no more violence, no more living in fear.
I had to do this.
"We'll be right outside, baby girl," said Roman.
"Just call if you need us. We'll be right in," Dean assured me.
Seth squeezed my hand before kissing my head softly. "Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. We'll be right outside."
"Thanks, guys," I said before I headed towards the locker room.
I took a deep and steady breath, my hand lingering on the door handle once I'd reached it. Part of my brain told me to run and hide whilst the other part told me to stay and fight. I looked back to The Shield, all three offering me warm and encouraging smiles. My eyes lingered on Seth, his face so loving, his eyes so adoring, and I knew if I had any chance with this man then I had to tell Randy it was over. So, with every ounce of strength my body had, I turned the handle and stepped inside.
He had his back to me as I entered the room, his foot up on the bench as he tied his shoelaces. He was still injured so he wasn't in any ring gear, his bag on the floor by his side. Even without looking at me, I could see how tall and intimidating Randy's frame was. I could see the outline of his muscles, his height and broad shoulders giving him a daunting look.
I rested back on the door as I silently shut it behind me, remembering so vividly the last time I saw him in the flesh, his eyes closed in complete ecstasy as that girl gave him a blowjob that he seemed to be enjoying. A nasty taste appeared on my tongue at the vile memory, and I knew I was doing the right thing here.
I'd been taken for a fool for far too long now. First the control, then the beatings, and now cheating on me. He'd hit me with every last shot he had, hurting me in every way imaginable, completely breaking me to the point where I could not go on anymore. Our relationship was done, it was over, and he needed to know that and accept it.
I let out a light cough, his head whipping round instantly at the sound, his blue eyes resting on me. My face remained blank and controlled, his doing the exact opposite. The first emotion that crossed his face was confusion, swiftly followed by realisation. But within seconds it transformed into anger, his eyes turning cold, his mouth scowling as he took in my form. He stood up straight, putting his foot back on the floor.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he growled through gritted teeth. His face was hard and displeased, but this was the exact reaction I was expecting.
"Somewhere safe, don't worry," I said calmly.
"I have been looking for you everywhere," he yelled. "Where the hell have you fucking been, Ellie?"
"I've been somewhere safe. You didn't need to worry," I repeated, making sure my eyes were on him at all times, giving nothing of my whereabouts away.
"I've been out of my fucking mind wondering where you are," he said, taking a step towards me. "You should have gotten in touch with me!"
"How?" I asked. "You were the one who took my phone off me. Kind of hard to get in touch when I have no way of doing it."
"Don't get cocky with me," he seethed, standing in front of me. "Why the fuck didn't you come back to the hotel room last night? Were you with him? Because if you were, I swear to god…"
"I didn't come back because I didn't want to," I told him honestly.
"I don't give a shit whether you wanted to or not, you come home when I fucking tell you to," he growled. "You have no idea how fucking pissed off I am with you right now."
"Why do you care so much, Randy?" I asked curiously. "Why do you suddenly give a damn?"
"Because you are fucking mine," he said. "And I want to know where you are at all times!"
He went to grab me put I managed to pull back before he could.
"That's funny," I said with a smug smile. "Only, you didn't seem to care so much about me last night when that dirty little ring-rat was sucking your dick."
And for the first time in my life, I actually saw Randy surprised and flabbergasted. He froze at my words, his body rigid, looking at me with big wide eyes, and he knew immediately that he'd been caught out.
"What…?" he asked, taking a step back.
"Yeah, I saw you last night in the loading bay," I said casually. "You really seemed to be enjoying yourself; she must have done a fantastic job."
"You weren't supposed to see that," he said, and he actually looked a little concerned. He'd been found out, the cat was out of the bag, and now he was going to be punished for it.
"No I wasn't," I said. "But I am so glad I did. It's truly opened my eyes up to the man you really are, Randy. A hateful man, a disgusting man, a man who never ever loved me at all but made me suffer for an entire fucking year. You treated me like property, like a scared little girl who does whatever you say. Well no more, Randy… because I am done."
He stared at me. "What did you say?"
"I am sick and tired of being treated like shit, and I am sick and tired of living each day with you in fear. So I'm ending this. Your power has gone and you have no control over me anymore."
"Shut your dirty little mouth," he growled, clearly unimpressed with my words. "You are mine, do you hear me? You are mine. I don't give a shit what you saw. You can walk out of here but you will still belong to me."
"You don't own me!" I shouted. "I am not property for you to keep. If I belong to anyone then I belong to myself, and I plan to keep it that way. We are through, Randy. I'm done with you."
I went to turn to leave but Randy grabbed me before I could, pushing me roughly up against the wall, my breathing hitching suddenly as my back smashed against the hard surface. He growled at me, his face red and livid, his hands tightening around the top of my arms as he got angrier and angrier.
"You little bitch," he seethed, his voice menacing and sinister. I'd held an air of confidence this entire time, but that had now all vanished as soon as The Viper arrived. "You are nothing without me. Just a pathetic little piece of shit who no one will ever love. You belong to me and you always will."
"Maybe you should of thought about that before you let some girl suck you off," I said.
I regretted my words instantly.
His hands moved from my arms up to my throat then, Randy pulling me forward then smashing me back into the wall again with an almighty crash. A pain shot up my spine, a cry leaving my mouth as his hands tightened on my throat, my breathing becoming constricted. My eyes widened as I watched him, his eyes dark and translucent, like he wasn't even there.
He was so angry, so lost in the rage that he was acting on impulse, letting his body take control…
He was choking me to the point where I couldn't breathe. So with whatever breath I had left, I mustered up my energy and cried out.
"SETH!"
Within seconds, the door burst open and Randy was thrown off me, my body falling forward, taking in a deep breath as soon as my air passages were open again. My throat stung, each breath sore, the skin tender from where Randy had choked me. I looked over, seeing Randy on the floor, Seth on top of him, Dean beside him, hitting my ex-boyfriend with every last punch to the face that their fists could muster.
"Get the fuck off of her, you bastard!" I heard Seth yell, the sound of each punch echoing throughout the room.
Roman rushed to my side, looking me over.
"You alright?" he asked me urgently.
I nodded quickly, watching as Dean and Seth took it in turns to attack Randy, my mouth screaming as Randy pushed Dean away and retaliated, hitting Seth in the face, knocking him over and onto the floor. The scream hurt my throat, but in that moment I didn't care. My main concern was for Seth.
Seeing Randy was about to launch himself at Seth, Dean quickly grabbed him, holding my ex-boyfriend back as Roman rushed over Seth, picking him up off the ground, holding him back before he could go in for another punch.
I could see blood pouring from Randy's nose, Seth's eye going dark where a bruise was clearly forming, my body trembling as I rested back against the wall. It was the only thing keeping me up, my legs feeling like jelly as I watched the scene before me.
"You think it's funny to hurt a woman?!" Seth yelled angrily. "You're a fucking joke."
"She's mine, I'll do what I want with her," replied Randy.
"Not any more," Seth growled. "And she never will be again. You keep the fuck away from her, you hear me?"
"Fuck you, Rollins," Randy said, both men fighting to get away from Roman and Dean until they were nose to nose. I was thankful the two other Shield members are able to at least keep them somewhat at bay. "You honestly think you can keep me away from her?"
"I know I can," said Seth in earnest. "And I will. You're never going to hurt her again. I'm the one taking care of her now, so if you want her you'll have to go through me first."
"You piece of shit, she belongs to me!" Randy shouted, trying to break free from Dean's grip, his body suddenly relaxing as Triple H suddenly appeared in the doorway of the locker room.
"What the hell is going on in here?" the COO of the company asked, his face clearly very unhappy. "Here I am trying to run a show when I get a call about loud shouting and a fight breaking out."
He looked between the two men, both of them panting from exhaustion and anger.
"Ask him," said Randy, spitting some blood from him mouth onto the floor. "He started it."
Triple H looked to Seth. "Want to explain, Rollins?"
"Yeah, I started the fight," Seth explained. "But only because this sick and twisted prick was attacking Ellie."
Triple H suddenly looked over at me, quickly noticing the red hand marks that had been left on my throat.
"Is this true, Randy?" he asked, looking to The Viper.
Randy didn't say anything. He simply continued to glare at Seth, a scowl on his mouth as the architect had clearly won this fight.
"It's true," confirmed Dean. "We simply ran in to help her."
"The bitch was trying to leave me," argued Randy.
"I don't care what you do in your private life," said Triple H. "But I do care when you are threatening my employees and causing problems backstage at my show. Get to the medic's office and clean yourself the fuck up, Randy. Then go the fuck home and cool off."
Triple H was not happy, this was clear to see. He had always been known as a ruthless man, but he also cared a lot for his staff and his employees. And seeing the marks on my neck, he knew immediately that Randy was a danger and a threat that needed to be out of the building as soon as possible.
So he and Dean led Randy out of the room, my body automatically rushing to Seth's side, my arms throwing themselves around his neck.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked, squeezing him tightly, needing to know he was alright. He'd taken quite the hit from Randy.
One arm slowly snaked around my waist, holding my body against his.
"I'm good," he said. "Bit sore but fine. Are you alright?"
I pulled back and he looked me over, his eyes focusing on the marks on my neck.
"I'm fine," I said. "Nothing that can't heal in time."
"Thank god I got here when I did," he said, stroking my hair as I focused on his black eye.
"He really hit you hard," I commented.
"It was worth it to keep you safe," he smiled softly. "And now he knows where you stand, that you're done with him."
"Yeah, he does," I said, smiling half heartedly, knowing that, even though I'd finished our relationship, this would not be the end of my time with Randy.
The Viper was angry, and I knew he would not accept my decision quietly.
Again, a huge thanks to Debwood-1999, starsxhearts23, beautifultragedyxxx, Lilygirl95, LatinaWWEFan, SethRollinsGirl, takerschick, Tantoune, Bajor10, Seth rollins babe and Kina for their reviews of the last chapter.