Chapter 8:
*Shane's POV*
Willow just had a meltdown and it made me feel bad because it was my fault that I got her to wear a short dress. My pans aren't working and it's all my fault, but something snap inside. I have to make a couple adjustments to them.
I make a few calls and came up with another plan. Also, I want to apologize to her properly. My knuckles hit the door in a series of knocks.
"Go answer the door bitch!" I hear a male voice screamed out of hatred.
My eyes widened. Is he the reason why Willow is being like this?
The doorknob shakingly turns and the door opens by only a little.
Willow's eyes and part of her face appears in the space. My heart breaks seeing it's red and a black eye.
"Willow," I speak softly.
"Shane, what are you doing here?" she asked softly, scared.
"I wanted to come by to apologize, but did I come at a bad time?"
"I accept your apologize Shane."
"Get your big fat ass back here or your punishment will be ten times worse!" The same voice screams more unessocity language as a force grabs her and pushes the door closed.
The male continues to yell at Willow who is scared and terrified. She refers to him as Daddy. My eyes widened. Her 'father' is abusing her? I want to report this and get into this situation, but her words from earlier came back to me.
Something's pulling me away from the situation as I feel conflicted. I want to help her so badly, but she doesn't want me to get involved at all.
I need to figure out something.
*Next Morning*
*Willow's POV*
I got out of the hotel sighing in relief. Last night was brutal. More brutal than usual. To the point I actually thought I was going to be killed. That's all I'm going to say.
"Willow," Shane's voice startles me gratefully.
"Shane! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I tell him, holding my beating heart, bending down a little.
"Sorry about that, listen I want to apologize about yesterday," he says.
"I told you Shane that your apology was accepted," I smiled softly.
"But I still feel bad about it-"
"Shane," I sighed. "If you want to go the Hall of Fame with someone else-"
"What? Willow I still want to go the Hall of Fame with you," his response shocked me.
"R-Really?"
"Yes Willow," he smiles, holding my hands lovely. "You are the one I want to be my date. Scars and all."
I blush at his words and blush even more when Sane leans in to place a kiss on my cheek. His lips are dangerously close to the corner of my lips!
"I need your help on something," Shane says.
"With what?"
"Since the Hall of Fame is this Friday I still need help on my suit, but I don't know what to wear."
"You need my help?"
"Yes."
"...okay," I smiled softly.
"Do you need to shower?" he asked, noticing my smell and appearance.
"Y-Yea," I blushed in embarrassment.
"You can use my shower if you like," he offers.
I'm surprised. "You sure?"
"Yea," he smiles.
"Okay," I smiled.
Shane continues to hold my hand as he leads me to his hotel room. My walking wasn't great because I'm limping due to the pain in my legs. He obviously notice it and did something completely unexpected. The McMahon that I have always had a crush on picks me up bridal style!
He simply smiles to my stunned, blushing face as he takes me to where he hotel room is.
I am so thankful that it's a little ways from him.
Once we got inside, which I am surprised that he can get us in while still carrying me, he gently places me down in front of the restroom door.
"Take your time okay?" he says.
"Okay."
The fear of possibly him doing the same thing as Daddy usually does came behind a calm look before entering in the restroom. Knowing Shane is not the type of person calms me down, but it's always that fear.
I must say, the shower feels really nice in the hotel room. My long dark hair gets wash with the hotel's supply of shampoo as my body gets wash with body wash that it's actually my brand. Shane must have come prepared.
Soon later, I turn off the shower so I can place a towel around my body. When the curtain opens, the appearance of a new purple toothbrush and a tube toothpaste in a pencil bag like bag catches my attention. Especially with my name is on it.
A blush appears on my face. Is Shane really preparing for me in this kind of situation? Surprisingly, it's actually really sweet of him to think about me.
My morning routine goes by on schedule as the normal clothing gets place back on my body. Honestly, the clothes were place differently when I place them on the floor. Maybe it's my imagination. Whatever.
"Shane?" I asked, appearing out of the restroom fully clothed.
"Yes Willow?" he asked me, quickly placing his phone away.
"Does the hotel have a breakfast room?"
"I believe so, I'm sure that everyone else is out there as well. Want to get some breakfast with me?"
"Sure," I smiled.
"Ready?" he smiles back, offering his arm like a gentleman.
"I'm ready if you are," I accepted it.
"I'm always ready for you."
A blush appears on my face when he said those words.
There were indeed some superstars and divas getting breakfast after their extra workout for Wrestlemania. Paige sees me with Shane, smirking at the sight. 'Shut up!' I mouthed to her playfully without Shane noticing.
With plates filled with breakfast in our hands, we settled down at a table in a corner. We go back and forth with anything that we can think of and then she comes in with a smile.
"Morning Shane, morning Willow," she greeted. "Mind if I talk with you two? I've got a few minutes before starting with my day."
"I don't mind," I smiled.
"Alright," Shane smiles as well, secretly a little sad for some odd reason.
"Ready for Wrestlemania Saraya?" I asked smiling more.
"Oh yes I am girl," she answers smiling. "What brings you two together?" her smile turned into a smirk.
My blush comes back on my face and it becomes darker.
"She's my date for the Hall of Fame," Shane answers willy nilly, smiling at me.
"Knew it!" Paige smiles big. "I know there's something going with you two."
"Uhh Saraya? Aren't you late for something?" I asked, remembering her schedule.
"Huh? Oh! Right, I need to get everything ready. See ya later Willow," she side hugs me.
"See yea Saraya," I smiled still blushing in embarrassment.
"I see that you two are getting along," Shane comments, smiling again.
"She's a fun person and I admire that," I admitted.
After breakfast, we head back to the arena to get things ready.
