Bonjour, Here is chapter 4, sorry for the late update.. too much was going on for me to worry about this. I'm sorry.
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- Flashbacks, and Thunderstorms-

It was Saturday evening and all three teenagers were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Candice and Maryse were back to before, as if the fight between them never happened. The blonde had gotten into a comfortable position when there was a knock on the door. Not wanting to get up, she looked toward Candice.

"Candice, will you get that, please?" Maryse asked. Her friend wasn't paying attention to her or the movie, though. She was staring off into space. "Candice!"

The brunette snapped out of it and looked at Maryse. "What?" That was all that would escape, barely making it above a whisper. Maryse nodded toward the door and Candice got up, silently huffing.

He was expecting a smart remark from her, but instead, she moved over and let him in. He gave her a weird look and made his way in, deciding to keep his mouth shut.

"What's up with her?" Randy Orton whispered to John as he looked at Candice who was now in the process of sitting down. He noticed her cringe, but didn't think anything of it. He turned back to John, who was apparently watching her, too. "She didn't bitch at me."

"I don't know, man, but something's not right. She's been like this since Thursday."

Randy looked at John as he spoke and he could tell that Cena was being serious. Whatever, though. Why should he care? He hated her … right?

On the other side of the room, Candice was – again – spacing out. Only this time, she was having a flashback of two nights ago …

"Yeah, well, I had a great time. See you tomorrow?" She smiled softly and went for the door.

"Wait-" He said, pulling her in for a kiss, which she quickly pulled back from.

"Ted, I barely know you."

He blinked and shrugged. "So …?" He once again pulled her back for another kiss, this time, more forcefully. She tried pulling away, but he wouldn't let her. She squirmed and tried pushing him, but it only made things worse. He climbed over and got on top of her, holding her down while he kissed her.

"Ted, get off of me! You're hurting me!"

He rolled his eyes and gripped her by the hair, making her wince. "Stop fucking complaining and be happy someone is at least giving you attention."

Candice slapped him across the face.

"That was a mistake," Ted mumbled, glaring down at her.

He pushed her into the backseat where he took off his beat and repeatedly whipped her, causing her to scream in pain. She felt her skin burn and she could slowly feel her body go numb. She heard him tell her to shut up before she made it worse. Candice tried, only hoping to make it stop, but she couldn't. She was starting to shake and eventually, she tasted blood and salt from her tears. The brunette felt herself drift off, but she tried hard to stay conscious.

Escape in mind, Candice put all of her energy into kicking Ted, satisfied when she heard him groan in pain. Taking her chance, she got out of the car – while trying to keep her balance – and made for the front door. Ted was about to get out of the car and go after her, but he realized that he would get caught, so he drove away, keeping in mind that he wasn't at all finished with Candice Beckman.

Candice didn't even realize that she had started crying or that three people were trying to talk to her. She snapped out of it and began wiping her tears. Before she took her hands away, she remembered that she would be wiping the makeup off her face. She panicked.

"Uh, I'll be right back. I have to use the bathroom," She didn't look at them. As soon as she stood up, she felt a shot of pain making its way through her body. She winced, hoping no one heard her.

Unfortunately, Maryse did.

"Candice, are you sure you're okay?" The blonde asked, getting up to check on her, but Candice stopped her.

"I'm fine, really. I just really need to pee," She nervously laughed and quickly walked away.

As soon as she made it out of their sight, she slowed her pace down, carefully climbing the stairs. She made it to her room and, when she did she walked into the bathroom, slid down the wall, and broke down. She let all of the tears she had been holding back for the past two days out. She didn't understand why it happened to her. For the first time in her life, Candice was afraid to be around another man and she was afraid to be at school.

Back downstairs, Maryse was glaring at Randy.

"What did you do to her? You're the only person who is mean enough to make her that miserable … well, besides your girlfriend. But she's not smart enough to come up with something that bad."

Randy rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything to her. Maybe she finally realized that no one really likes her and that her existence to the world isn't that important."

Why the hell is everything my fault? Randy thought.

John shook his head at Randy for being such an asshole, but at the same time, he didn't exactly agree with Maryse for blaming Randy.

"Randy, shut up. If you didn't do anything to Candice, that's all you had to say. Don't go into detail.

Randy rolled his eyes again, but looked back at Maryse. "I'm serious, though. I didn't do anything and I don't think Maryse did, either. So you can't accuse her."

Maryse was about to respond to his smart ass remark, but John beat her to it. "Randy, stop being an asshole. Maryse, don't accuse people before asking," John was getting annoyed. He was worried about Candice, but he knew that she hated it when people bugged her, especially when she was in a bad mood, so he would just have to leave her alone and give her space for a while.

What they didn't know was that Candice was listening to them. She had finished reapplying the makeup to cover the bruises and, fortunately, she had managed to stop crying.

"It's hard not to when he does nothing but torture her along with that slutty redhead he likes to call his girlfriend."

If that's what you call torture then I'll take that instead of being around Ted, Candice thought.

Randy opened his mouth to say something in returned, but Candice walked in, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall for support.

"Can you guys just stop? This has nothing to do with Randy being an asshole. Nothing is wrong with me."

John sighed while Randy gave Maryse the 'I told you so' look, earning an eye roll from her. Candice sat back down on the couch, unfortunately next to Randy since it was the only spot left.

The sound of a knock on the door startled Candice, making her jump. Lately everything had been scaring her. Randy took notice in it while John got up from his sprawled position on the couch and went to the door.

Randy looked at Candice. "Can you move to the other couch? You're way too close for my liking."

She rolled her eyes and went to get up, but Ted walked in with John. She froze and didn't answer. He raised an eyebrow and went to ask her again, but Ted started talking to him, making him ignore both the look from Candice and the request for her to move.

"Hey, bro, how's it going?"

Randy smiled and shook Ted's hand before replying. "Nothing really, you know the usual."

Ted nodded his head and moved over to Candice, kissing her on the cheek. "Hey, babe," He whispered happily in her ear. "I hope you know that you are mine now, and if you ever kick me again, I will make your life a living hell," He chuckled quietly and continued. "Oh, wait, I already am," He moved away and smiled at her one last time before taking his place next to John. He didn't even bother saying hello to Maryse, because if looks could kill, he'd be dead right then.

"You guys are dating?" Randy asked, as if reading John and Maryse's mind. He went to give Candice a look of disgust, but noticed pain and fear flash in her eyes. Confused, he just decided not to and just looked at Ted who smiled.

"Yup, and we're happy so far … right, babe?" Ted looked at Candice, as did the rest of them.

She held back from saying no and admitting what he did to her. She knew it would make matters worse. Instead, Candice stuck with a fake smile and nodded. Maryse, knowing Candice so well, knew that she was full of shit.

"You've only known her for two days, Ted," Maryse made sure she sounded like a bitch, because she didn't like him.

He rolled his eyes, accidentally letting his anger get the best of him. "I'm sorry, but who are you to judge? Last I checked whores didn't care how long they've known someone so long as they get sex, right?"

Everyone went silent. Randy's eyes widened as Maryse's eyes watered up. Candice rolled her eyes while John jumped to defend her.

"Man, that's messed up. You don't even know her!"

Ted kept from rolling his eyes and mumbled a sorry to Maryse who just stormed out of the house, not accepting his apology. Candice shook her head at him and got up.

"I'm going up to my room. I'm tired and I don't feel good," She really didn't want to be around Ted.

Randy looked at her and decided that he hadn't been mean to her enough lately. "Thank God. Your big ass took up the whole couch."

"At least I have an ass, although, I don't remember your girlfriend having one. Hell, even her extra-large water bras don't help define her body." She smirked in victory after seeing Randy's mouth drop and after hearing John's laughter. She went upstairs, locked her door, and collapsed on her bed and, fortunately, fell into a deep sleep.

Not paying attention to where she was walking, Maryse kept thinking about what Ted had just said to her. She wasn't a whore. Why did everyone keep thinking that? A few tears rolled down her cheek as she heard a rumble echo through the sky. Shit, she thought. Rain droplets started falling, colliding with her bare skin, making her shiver. The entire time she was walking, she didn't pay attention to her surroundings or make sure she knew where she was going. She cursed herself for only knowing the directions to and from school.

Oh, duh, I can just call Candice. Maryse went to pull out her phone, but she didn't bring it … or her purse.

"You have got to be kidding me. My luck couldn't get any worse."

As if on cue, a car sped past her, making a puddle of water spray all over her. She was already crying, but this was just making it worse. More tears came and she started shivering. She continued walking, trying to figure out which way to go. It was getting colder with each minute that passed and it was already night time. Maryse was starting to feel scared. She stopped at the corner, waiting for the car to pass, when someone walked up to her.

"You usually don't see hot women standing at this corner. How much are you charging?"

Maryse's mouth dropped. "I'm not a prostitute. Get away from me, ugh. Dégoûter le cochon. Pourquoi peut je ne rentre pas juste," Maryse continued in French.

"Ah, French. Makes you even-" The sound of a car pulling up stopped him and he glanced over at the person rolling down the window.

"I saw her first, pal. Go to a different corner."

Maryse threw her hands up in defeat. She was cold and crying, and those guys definitely weren't helping. She glanced over at the person in the car. Oh, great. Just what I need, she thought. He was chuckling, pulling out his wallet, and looking at the man.

"How much are you offering? I'm willing to pay a hundred."

The man standing next to her snarled at the driver and walked away. She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"I'm glad you think that's funny, because I certainly don't," She was thankful the rain covered her tears.

"I just saved your ass, but you can thank me later," He wiggled his eyebrows. She shook her head and huffed, walking away, trying to keep herself warm. "Maryse, wait," She stopped and looked at him, not saying anything. "Do you need a ride?"

Maryse shook her head. "Not from you."

Phil Brooks rolled his eyes and became serious." Frenchie, its late and freezing out. Do you even know where you're going?"

She sighed in defeat, realizing he was right. Her teeth were chattering. Maryse got into the back seat while Phil pulled his football hoodie from over his head, handing it to her. She looked from the hoodie back at him. Phil rolled his eyes again.

"Maryse put it on."

"But I'm all wet, it's go-" She started to protest, but her shivering made her stumble over her words. He stopped her, knowing what she meant.

"I don't care. You need it more than I do."

She took it and glanced at him. "Close your eyes."

He stared at her through the mirror. "What?"

She rolled her eyes at his stupidity. "Close your eyes so I can take my wet shirt off."

"What if I don't want-" Phil started, but Maryse cut him off.

"Please just close your eyes!"

"Okay, okay. Jeez," Phil closed his eyes and waited for her to change. Once she did, she felt relieved as warmth flowed through most of her body. She told him he could open his eyes. He reached in the back beside her and started rifling through his duffle bag, pulling out a matching pair of sweatpants. He handed them to her. She raised an eyebrow and he huffed. "They're clean. When you're in football, you have everything packed with you. Would you like socks, too?" He was being sarcastic at the last part, but she didn't care.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and she took them. He closed his eyes as she changed into the sweatpants and socks. She already felt so much better – and he turned the heat on all the way, so that helped. He started the car and pulled out from the corner. She climbed into the front seat while they were at a red light.

"I thought you didn't want to sit up front," He smirked when she only shrugged.

"I changed my mind," Maryse said while Phil merely nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "Thank you," She said quietly.

He heard her, but he pretended like he didn't. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard what I said," She glared at him.

He shook his head and glanced at her, but quickly fixed his gaze back on the road. She huffed. "I said thank you."

"For what exactly are you thanking me for?"

She punched him softly on the arm. "Just say you're welcome, douche bag."

He laughed. "Nah, I don't think I will."

Maryse shook her head and shifted her gaze out the window, watching the rain pour. She was glad she was finally warm.

He became serious. "Why were you outside in the rain this late?" He didn't look at her, but he was paying full attention.

She glanced at him then back out the window. "It doesn't matter," She mumbled.

"Fine, I'll just stick with being an asshole instead of attempting to be descent with you."

"I was watching a movie with Candice, Randy, John, and Ted when I found out that Candice and Ted were dating after just two days of knowing each other. When I mentioned that, he freaked out on me, saying that I was a whore, so I stormed out and I got lost," Maryse sighed.

He took his eyes off of the road to study her. He didn't know how sensitive she really was. He knew she was crying earlier, but didn't want to bring that up.

"You're not a whore, Maryse. You can be a bitch, but you're far from a whore."

She smiled a little. She wasn't about to deny the fact that she was rude to a lot of people, because it was the truth.

He continued. "So you got lost? Where do you live and I'll drive you home."

She opened her mouth to respond, but shut it when she realized that she hadn't even paid attention to the street name. She felt embarrassed.

"I don't know. I never really paid attention. Do you have a phone? I can call Candice and ask."

He shook his head and shifted lanes, turning in a different direction. "Not with me. It's at home. We can drive by so you can use it."

She sighed and nodded her head. A few minutes later, they pulled up to his house. He turned the car off and they both got out and ran inside due to the pouring rain. He had a beautiful home and it was comforting. He led her upstairs to a room – she was guessing it was his, anyway. He pulled his phone off the charger and handed it to Maryse. She looked down at it.

No service – just my luck. Thoughts were running through her mind, but the sound of Phil's voice brought her back to reality. She cut him off.

"There's no service. How do you not have service in your own house?" She was exhausted and her anger was getting the best of her.

"I don't know. Hold on," He picked up one of the house phones and looked at her. "These don't have service, either. I think the lines went out."

Terror spread across her face. "How the hell am I supposed to get home!"

He looked at her and shrugged. "You can stay here until they turn back on," He wasn't sure if he liked the idea, but he couldn't just kick her out. Maryse would have rather go to a hotel, but she didn't have any money, and she didn't want to go back into the rain. "Hello?"

She didn't even realize he was talking. She looked back at him. "I guess that's okay," She hoped it wouldn't be long.

An hour passed by and nothing happened except the cable going out, too. Instead, they started watching a movie called Law Abiding Citizen.

"Phil?" She didn't want to interrupt the movie, but she had been holding back that question since she moved there a week ago, since she met him.

"Hmm …?" He didn't look at her, but he was still listening.

"If you hate football, why do you play it?"

He took in the question and then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really have anything better to do and no, it's not because of the whole immature side thing. I talk to whoever I want, no matter what social group they are in.

She was shocked, because that's not what everyone else said. "Oh … B told me that you're the one who enforces the rule. You make sure everyone keeps their side. She told me not to talk to anyone on yours."

"B only said that, because she's in love with me. I don't feel the same way, so she tries to get everyone against me, but she also makes sure no one likes me, either. She's more devious than she makes out to be," He said, rolling his eyes, but not at Maryse, though.

Maryse's eyes widened, but she kept the comments to herself. She couldn't really see how Barbara could fall for someone like him. He wasn't her type at all.

Phil looked at her. "How old were you when you learned English?" He yawned while Maryse laughed at his random question. He smiled a tired one – not one that was faked.

"I can't really remember how old exactly, but around twelve," She yawned, too, and got more comfortable on the bed.

"So how in the hell did you talk to people?"

They were both drifting off, but she managed to answer. "I still lived in Canada. Most people there are fluent in French," She closed her eyes and felt herself slowly falling asleep. Phil shifting made her wake up.

"It looks like the phones won't be on until tomorrow," He grabbed a pillow. "You can just sleep here. I'll sleep on the floor."

Maryse stopped him. "No, I can. This is your house."

He shook his head and they both started arguing about who would sleep on the floor. He ended up winning the disagreement and made a pallet on the floor. He eventually fell asleep, but she couldn't. She kept hearing noises and she felt uncomfortable. Maryse threw a pillow at Phil.

"Phil … Phil? Phil!"

After getting no response from the man on the floor, Maryse threw another pillow at him, eliciting a groan. He opened his eyes.

"What?" He grumpily replied.

"I can't sleep and I feel uncomfortable."

Phil rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm like thirty feel away from you-"

"Not that kind of discomfort, you idiot," Maryse said, cutting him off. "I mean, sleep wise."

He huffed, got up, and pushed her over. She looked at him through the dark.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

Phil took the pillows off the floor and got into the bed with her. "I'm going to sleep in my bed. The floor is uncomfortable and you waking me up didn't help." Maryse rolled her eyes, but didn't move away from him. "Besides, I'm not stupid. You're scared."

She mocked him as she got back under the covers and closed her eyes.

"Phil?-" Maryse started to ask quietly.

"Maryse, please just go to sleep." He replied groggily. She huffed while settling in, unconsciously moving closer to him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Maryse drifted off to a deep slumber.

So, heres chapter four... hope you liked ! Reviewing gets you more chapters, so you know what to do. OH and as I told you last chapter I was going to be writing two new stories. Well DRUM ROLL.

1) Life With Derek ... woah what? yeah i know. its different, but if you keep an open mind im sure you'll love it.

2) The Vampire Diaries, its going to be a collab with my lovely michelle. you won't get any plots until later on.

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