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WARNING: Dark scenes of dubious to non-consensual situations in this chapter. Be warned.

When she met up with Natalya the next morning, the Canadian was shocked at how exhausted Lisa looked.

"Damn girl, did you even sleep at all? What's going on?"

"Got a lot on my mind is all," Lisa replied, avoiding eye contact with Natalya as much as possible. "Are we ready to rock or what?"

"No way am I training with you when you're like this. Get your ass back to bed Lisa and get some rest. You look terrible." Natalya stood with her hands on her hips, her tone brooking no argument.

"For fucks sake Nat, can we just get on with it? I split up with Drew, that's all. I'm not ill, I'm fine."

"You take your shit out on me like you did yesterday and I'm off. OK?"

Lisa nodded and headed off to the changing rooms. Once in her training gear she made her way to the treadmills, quickly setting off at pace and barely even acknowledging Natalya when she started running next to her. The blonde was happy to leave Lisa to it and jogged for a while before Lisa decided that she needed to really expend some energy, so they hit the punchbags, literally. Natalya was happy as anything that she wasn't facing Lisa last night, as the woman took no prisoners at all. She took out all of her frustration and even though she looked exhausted at the end of it, she looked a lot calmer, and her friend took that as a good thing.

After they showered Lisa figured she should apologise. "Nat, I've been a bitch, I'm sorry."

"What's going on Li? You don't seem upset about splitting with Drew, but you're so angry, what's happened?"

"He's being a dick is what's happened. I'm dealing with it, I just really don't want things to get out of hand." Lisa words were quite clipped and it was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it, but Natalya wasn't put off that easily.

"If your way of dealing with it is not sleeping and overexerting yourself in training and in the ring, your way of dealing with it sucks. What the hell is he doing to you Lisa?"

"Don't worry about it Nat, just leave me to sort it, yeah?"

Natalya shook her head but said nothing further. She knew there was no point in arguing with Lisa when she was in this kind of mood. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief when she realised her friend wasn't going to push the issue and grabbed her stuff, ready to leave. "I'm travelling to the show with Wade and Justin, I'll see you there?"

"Sure thing. Lisa, just promise me something, yeah?" Natalya touched her friend's arm gently, "talk to someone. I'm worried about you."

"I'll be ok Nat," Lisa replied carefully, just wanting the conversation to be over. She knew the Canadian was right, but that wouldn't make the tale any easier to tell.

Lisa returned to her room alone, resolving to get a few hours sleep before she had to head to the arena. Once again, they would be heading to the next city straight after the show, so this was the last chance for rest for a good few hours. She figured even if she didn't sleep, she would try to rest her mind and forget everything for a while.

She had almost fallen asleep when there was a tentative knocking on the door. Lisa ignored it but it became more insistent so she eventually got out of bed and threw the door open, intent on giving the person on the other side a piece of her mind. What she didn't expect was to be pushed back inside the room, the door slamming shut behind them.

"Hello babe, how're you doing?" Drew grinned, a sinister smile crossing his features.

"What the fuck? Get the hell out of here," the shock subsided quickly and anger grew in Lisa's stomach, as well as a knot of fear that she just couldn't get rid of. There she was, stood only in a t shirt and knickers that she had been sleeping in, and his demeanour sent absolute terror through her. She felt vulnerable, and he knew it.

"Babe, you don't mean that." He stood there and all she wanted was to smack the stupid smirk off his face.

"What part of 'we are over' did you not understand Drew? Just fuck off and leave me alone."

"You might have said we were over babe, but your body said otherwise, didn't it now." Drew took steps towards her and she walked backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. "Ah and there it is again. You can't resist me."

"No."

He stood above her, undoing his belt, unzipping the fly on his jeans, flicking the button on the waistband open. "You know what you want to do Lisa."

"No," she hated the tears that leaked from her eyes, the fact that her body had always responded to him being forceful. She hated that she still found him attractive. She hated him at this moment.

"No," she said it more forcefully, hoping that he would take the hint.

He just smirked and shook his head, "Lisa, you want this, I know you do. Do I have to make you? Open your mouth sweetheart."

She shook her head, holding her mouth shut. He seemed frustrated by that, and smacked her across the face. The shock got him what he wanted and he held her head firmly, pushing his cock into her mouth with practised ease.

"You used to love doing this babe, just do as you do best and then if you're really good I'll fuck you afterwards."

Lisa closed her eyes. She didn't move, she couldn't move. She let him use her. She let him do as he wished. She felt herself pushed back onto the bed, his hand in her underwear, his fingers then his cock pushing into her. She felt her body responding to his touch but the words falling from his lips were the only thing she could understand, and each syllable made Lisa hate herself more and more.

"No, no, no, no." She kept repeating the words as he pushed into her. It was a mantra to try to counteract his insistence that she wanted it. Her body was betraying her, she knew. He had laughed at the wetness between her legs, telling her that it just proved what she was. He knew her body as well as she did, and manipulated her until she found herself moaning in unwanted pleasure. He came deep inside her and forced a kiss on her lips, the taste making her sick. And then he was gone.

She vaguely heard the door slam. She vaguely remembered moving off the bed to sit on the floor, pulling her arms around her legs, shaking and shaking and all she could do was shake. She felt sick, she felt that now familiar feeling of dirty and felt like it would never go away.

The next thing she knew was that there was a knock on the door again, and she completely froze. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be him. She prayed to god it wasn't him. Whoever it was, she just wanted them to go away. Then the door clicked open. She heard someone say thanks to whoever was outside, and then some light appeared in the room.

"Lisa?" The British voice was strong, but worried.

She couldn't respond. She didn't know how. She buried her face in her knees, pulling herself into a ball, trying to hide away from what, she didn't know.

"Lisa?" She heard that voice again, and forced herself to look up. Wade was kneeling in front of her, and she had to look away because the hurt on his face was too much to take. "It's ok love, I promise."

"It's not ok Wade, and it never will be." She could barely utter the words before breaking down again.

"Oh love," he moved so that he was next to her and tentatively wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing in earnest. He pulled her close, worried beyond words at what he saw.

"He... he..." she couldn't say anything for sobbing. She was an absolute wreck. He'd succeeded, he'd broken her. She hated him, but she hated herself more. She was lost, totally lost, and didn't know what to do.

Lisa felt Wade move, and momentarily looked up. She saw that he had pulled his phone from his pocket and heard his voice, low and with a tremor she'd never heard before.

"Justin, it's me. Look, you need to tell them me and Lisa won't be at the show tonight... No, she's with me... I don't know... I'm not leaving her... I don't care, just tell them J, please... Yeah I will. See you later."

She finally dared look up, "you can't blow off the show," she whispered.

"I can and I have."

"I'm a fuck up," she started sobbing again. He didn't know what to do, so he just kept an arm around her, holding her close. He knew that whatever had happened had torn her apart, the girl that he thought was unbreakable. He could offer her nothing else except physical comfort, and that was what he gave.

She eventually stopped sobbing and the room became silent. She pulled together her thoughts and realised where she was and who she was with. The feelings that Drew had evoked in her came to the surface again, and she felt like she was tainting Wade by being in his arms. He didn't deserve someone like her, and she pulled away from him. She tried not to notice the hurt on his face as she slowly, painfully, stood up. She tried not to feel anything.

"I need a shower," she whispered.

He just nodded. "I'll wait here."

She couldn't handle his kindness, his patience. She turned away, guilt eating at her. She didn't think the shower would make any difference but she needed to get rid of Drew's touch, his smell, everything about him. She grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and walked into the bathroom. She pushed the door to but didn't lock it. She knew Wade wouldn't let Drew near her.

Lisa felt so guilty about what she was putting Wade through. She knew he liked her. She knew he had feelings for her, and she knew he was a good man who would do anything for her if she asked him to.

She threw off the t shirt, and stepped into the scalding hot water. His essence might have been washed away but his touch remained. She could still see his hands on her, no matter how much she tried, she could still hear his whisper in her ear, she could still feel him inside of her and what made it worse was that the memory wasn't just of earlier, it was of all the times when she had begged for him. When she had wanted to be with him. She felt so confused, she slipped down the wall and found herself sat on the floor of the shower, the water cascading over her, arms wrapped round her knees and head buried again. She felt completely powerless and paralysed, and nothing and no one would be able to help.

Wade sat outside the bathroom, worried beyond words. He didn't know what to do, and that was an unfamiliar feeling to him. He was always in control, he knew what to do and when to do it. He was confident and sure. But not right now. He could hear the shower running, but that was all he could hear. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. She'd been in there for ten, twenty minutes. The shower was still running and there were no signs of movement.

Running on instinct, he pushed on the door, relieved when it opened. He tentatively looked inside, initially seeing nothing but steam, but then he realised that Lisa was slumped in the bottom of the shower. He grabbed a towel, pushing the shower door open and quickly switching off the water. He wrapped the large, fluffy towel around her body, picking her up carefully and carrying her into the bedroom. He was well and truly lost now. He tried to put her down on the bed but she clung on to him tightly, so instead he sat down on the bed with her on his lap, holding her as comfortably as she would allow.

He tried to ignore the fact that she was basically naked in his arms. He tried to ignore the fact that she was sobbing still. He tried to ignore the fact that he would kill whoever it was had caused this.

She knew she was naked in his arms. She knew he wanted her. She knew she had screwed everything up. She was proving Drew right. She was everything he had said she was. But right at that moment, she couldn't even think of the consequences of her actions. She couldn't think of anything except the pain in her head, which was screaming and screaming. It was all too much, and she couldn't handle it.

It took a while but eventually she stopped crying, and then she stopped moving, and he realised that she had fallen asleep. Shifting slightly so that she was comfortable, he moved the towel so that it entirely covered her, and again pulled his phone from his pocket. He tapped out a quick text to Justin, telling him to come to Lisa's room as soon as he could get away, and then sat back, holding her tightly and awaiting whatever would come. He would be there for her when she awoke.

When she opened her eyes, she for a moment was disorientated, unsure where she was or who she was with. She looked up nervously, to see that Wade was sat, his hand over his face, almost but not quite asleep. When he realised she had moved, he rubbed his eyes carefully and forced a smile.

She didn't speak at first, unsure of what to say. She sat, feeling incredibly comfortable and safe, and contemplated what she should do. Wade had blown off a show for her, losing money and ensuring that he would no doubt be given a significant bollocking from the powers that be. She'd no doubt face the same, but that didn't really matter. He was always there for her, no matter what she asked, what she did, and what she said or didn't say to him. He never pushed, but he was no pushover. He'd wait until she wanted to talk, but when she did he'd pull no punches with her. If he thought she was wrong, he'd tell her, but he'd also let her make her own mistakes. And he'd promised to be there, no matter what. She wasn't sure that would still be the case after what she'd done, but he deserved the truth to make that choice.

It was then that she looked down at herself and realised she was only wrapped in a towel, and the absurdity of that made her laugh despite herself. He looked relieved, and she felt better for that.

"I need to put some clothes on, and then we can talk?" She resolved that he deserved to know at least something about what was going on, and that the mess that was her head could only make sense of everything if she could let it out and talk to someone. And it would be him. It was always him.

"Justin's on his way back from the arena, do you feel up to talking to the both of us? Or just him..."

She shrugged, "I guess you both need to know what's going on. I need you to know."

"Go get yourself dressed, I'm going nowhere."

She wasn't sure that would always be the case.