Randy didn't know where he was driving to. He didn't even remember getting into the car. Hell, he wasn't even one hundred percent sure if this was his actual car. All he could do was replay the kick to Jeff's head over and over again. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to take it back. That had not been supposed to happen. Jeff hadn't been the one who was supposed to get kicked. God, how the hell did this get all fucked up? How had everything gotten this out of control? Why hadn't Jeff just given into him? Why had Jeff made everything so difficult? Why hadn't Jeff just given into him? Everything would have been okay if Jeff hadn't tried so fucking hard to be difficult.
Oh yes, let's put all the blame on Jeff. Let's not stop and think that this is probably more your fault than anyone else's. Let's just throw personal responsibility right out the window because that's the mature thing to do.
Oh come on, it is that little bitch Jeff's fault. He's the one who had to fight…he brought his all on himself. He deserves everything he got.
Randy smacked himself on the side of the head. He wished the voices would just go away. They weren't fucking helping anything. Hell, they were making things even worse and more confusing for him. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do now. Vince was going to either suspend or fire him, but that was the least of his worries. Keeping his fucking sanity was the only thing he was worried about at the moment.
He pulled into a parking lot of a cheap Motel 6. He figured this place was as good as any to hide out until he got his head straightened out. It was probably really fucking dangerous for him to be driving while the voices were making him crazy. He would probably wreck and then he would be in even more trouble than he already was. He shut off the car and had just gotten the door opened when he was roughly yanked out and shoved up against his own vehicle.
"Hello Randy," Mark growled. He punched the younger man in the stomach as hard as he could. "I've been following you for a good half hour now because I found out just how stupid you've been being lately." He punched the smaller man in the groin before grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing him to straighten back up. "I know everything Orton, so don't even try to deny anything. Believe me, it will only make things worse for you."
Randy groaned to himself. This was probably the worst thing that could have happened to him. Mark was extremely protective of Jeff and would not be willing to listen to anything that he would have to say in defense for his actions.
Mark glared at him. "Yeah, it's not so fun when you have to pay for your actions, now is it Orton?" He backhanded Randy as hard as he could. "Come on Randy, fight back. If you're as tough as you think you are, fight me."
Randy shook his head. He may had been going crazy, but he wasn't crazy enough…no not even crazy OR stupid enough to try to fight Mark when he was in this kind of a mood. That was a serious hazard to anybody's health.
Mark growled and hit Randy hard enough to knock him on the ground. Either nobody was seeing this beating or nobody cared enough to try to stop it. Whatever the case was, Randy just covered himself up as best as he could and took the ass kicking Mark was dishing out. Every blow hurt like hell and he wanted it to stop, but Mark didn't let up until he was good and bloody.
"Now listen to me very carefully Randy," Mark growled as he put Randy back on his feet and held on to him by the front of his shirt. "You are going to stop this crazy bullshit of yours."
"I can't," Randy wheezed out.
"Why not?"
"I'm in love with him."
Mark smacked Randy as hard as he could. "You are not in love with Jeff," he said quietly. "You are just obsessed with him, and you've been throwing temper tantrums ever since he hasn't gone along with what you have wanted."
Randy glared at the Deadman. "How do you know what I feel?"
"Because people do not rape the ones they love you fucking idiot." Mark glared at Randy until the younger man looked down at his feet. "Now I'm not sure what Vince wants to do to you, but I'm going to tell you what you will do. You will leave the WWE and you will disappear. You will not fucking keep in contact with anyone in the company because if you do, I will kick your ass again. And if I even get a slight suspicion that you are going to pull some stupid shit like going after Jeff again, I will end your fucking existence. I swear to God Orton, they will NEVER find your body. Do you understand me?"
Randy nodded, mainly because Mark was fucking scaring him. He could sense that the whole death threat was not an empty promise. Mark was dead fucking serious about this.
"Good." Mark hit Randy one more time before storming off.
Randy slid down to the pavement, holding his ribs and trying to catch his breath. Fuck, he probably needed to go to the hospital himself now. But he wouldn't. He hated hospitals. Not only did they depress him, but going to one would make him think about Jeff even more, which was obviously going to lead to some serious fucking trouble. He leaned his head back against his car. The smart thing to do…no, the ONLY fucking thing to do would be to leave the WWE and just start a new life somewhere else. Maybe if he just took himself out of the equation, the obsession would die and he would finally get some fucking peace.
But I don't want to leave, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes. Being a WWE Superstar is my life…and Jeff…I don't want to let him go.
Well you don't have a fucking choice, now do you? another voice asked. Let me tell you something Randy: Jeff isn't worth getting horribly murdered over. Not if he doesn't love you back.
Randy groaned and smacked the back of his own head against his car. Oh the fucked up situations he managed to get himself into. He could either stay and get killed or he could leave and accept defeat. Neither option was particularly appealing but he knew which one needed to be done. He pulled out his cell phone and slowly began dialing Vince's phone number. He wasn't looking forward to this conversation, but the possibility of getting killed by an enraged Mark was just enough to make him do this. Unemployment, here I fucking come.
