I ran the cloth over my body, cleaning myself, hoping to feel better in the process. I was still sore as fuck, but I knew a hot shower would do my body good so I had forced myself to have one. I stepped out after spending nearly an hour under the water and then looked into the mirror. My face was healing up quite nicely. The blue bruises had turned to a yellow hue.

I picked up a tooth brush and then drowned it in paste before I placed it inside my mouth. It felt good to taste the mint, considering I hadn't bothered to brush my teeth in a couple of days. I had been too doped up on the pain meds and in too much pain to even care about my personal hygiene.

I walked out of the bathroom once I was finished, and heard some voices coming from down the hall. I licked over my lips as I followed them, only to find Homicide, Cabana, and Steel sitting in a room, discussing something. They all shut up when I entered the room, which made me wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Well, let's not shut up because I walked in," I snapped, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Samoa Joe took Skylar out for the evening," Steel explained, licking over his lips, though I could tell he was leaving out some key points out.

"And?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"She tried to escape from him," Homicide muttered, shaking his head, "He called us and told us to remove everything but the mattress from her room."

I licked over my lips, wondering how badly he had beat her up. Samoa Joe wasn't one to put up with bitches trying to escape, so I knew Skylar was in trouble. Karma was a bitch though, so she was getting everything she deserved. She should have thought about running away from him. I thought she was smarter than that.

I could hear the front door slamming from downstairs. The guys all scrambled around to go make sure they didn't tick Samoa Joe off even further. I could give a fuck less about him. I was hungry, so his presence down stairs was not going to stop me from getting my snack.

I walked into the kitchen just as he had her pinned again the wall, yelling at her. I didn't say a word as I walked over and grabbed the jar of peanut butter and bread. She was getting everything she deserved. I had tried to warn her. Her visit here could be peachy, or it could be hell. She kept choosing hell, so now she needed to suffer the consequences.

"I fucking warned you never to escape!" Samoa Joe bellowed to her, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

He was probably the most intimidating man around. He was huge, with muscles upon muscles, and he could really scare you with words alone. I looked over and saw the fear in her eyes. A single tear trickled down her cheek as she stared up at him. I could see her body shaking with fear as she tried to stand strong, though she was no match for him.

"I should fucking kill you now!" He snapped, "Or better yet, I should have fucking listened to Punk!"

I looked over again seeing him look at me. I could see that he regretted what he had done to me. He knew that she had managed to make the situation out to be worse than it was. I just shook my head as I returned back to my peanut butter sandwich, raising it up to my mouth to take a piece.

"Just let me go back to my room," She said, her voice barely a whisper.

"You don't have any fucking say so on what you get to do around here now!" Samoa Joe yelled, angry that she would even insist that she had rights around here. She had lost all of her rights when she tried to run.

She said something I really couldn't hear, and then I watched as his fist collided with her jaw, sending her flying backwards. My eyes widened as my sandwich dropped to the ground. She cried out in pain as her hand came up and clutched onto her eye, probably trying to get rid of some of the pain his deadly fist had just placed on her.

"You stupid little bitch!" Joe growled, as he raised his fist again.

I didn't know why, but I stepped in front of her and shook my head. I could hear her sobbing quietly from behind me, probably scared to death. I may have tripped her, slapped her, and drove her insane with my mouth, but I never hit her like that. I had only tried to put some fear into her, but Punk was actually trying to hurt her physically.

"Move out of my way, Punk, she's going to learn a fucking lesson."

"No, Samoa Joe, you're too angry. Just leave her alone right now."

"She needs to fucking know not to disrespect me!" He bellowed.

"I'll teach her the lesson, just go." I told him.

He would kill her if I allowed him near her, so I knew that I needed to keep her away from him for tonight. If he killed her then he would be a ragging bitch for two months and take it out on everyone else. I wasn't about to be miserable just because he couldn't control his temper.

"You better make it good, Punk," He hissed, "She better learn to fucking walk the line around here." He said, before disappearing from us.

I heard her let a sigh of relief pass by her lips. I slowly turned around to look at her, wondering what she had been thinking when she tried to run from him. Surely, she didn't think she would actually get away from him. I laughed a bit, shaking my head.

"What were you thinking?" I muttered, limping over to my sandwich. I groaned as I picked it up, and placed it in the trash.

"I just wanted out," She mumbled, as her hand continued to clutch onto her eye.

"You're gonna need some ice for that," I told her.

She stayed there until I brought the ice pack over and placed it on her eye. She slowly took it from my hand and then placed it on her eye. She looked like shit tonight, more so than I had ever saw her before. I frowned, shaking my head as I leaned against the counter.

"You're not going to escape from us," I told her, "No matter how hard you try, you're stuck."

She didn't say anything to me, just looked away. I sighed, seeing that she wasn't going to be feeling so well after tonight. That punch was going to be hurting her a lot more in the morning than it would be tonight.

"I suggest you avoid Samoa Joe for the next week or so," I told her.

"Forever sounds like a better idea to me," She mumbled.

I fixed two peanut butter sandwiches and grabbed a glass of milk for myself and also one for her. I sat down at the table and then motioned her over. She slowly came over to where I was, taking her time with each step. I handed her a sandwich and then pushed a glass of milk over to her.

"Why are you being so nice?" She mumbled, not even looking at me.

"I'm not being nice," I told her, "I'm being myself, you would have known this side of me if you wouldn't have decided to be a bitch in the beginning"

She frowned a bit, and took a bite of her sandwich. We didn't speak another word to each other. Homicide eventually came down to get her, saying Samoa Joe wanted her in the room on lock down. She sighed softly, as she looked back at me before walking up the stairs. She gave me a tiny smile before she disappeared from sight.

I didn't know what it had done, but that small smile had done something to me. Something that made me feel really fucking different.