Hello, my loves! Let's just jump right into the next day! Christine is still under. Let's see her beginnings with Cherry, how Drew needs some "stress relief", and let's find out Lady Christina's news! Enjoy!

The Coma - Day Two

Sheamus & Christine - The Diamond Building

Sheamus couldn't sleep. The storm raging outside was nothing compared to the tempest inside his heart and mind at that moment. Almost forty-eight hours ago, everything was perfect. He had just gotten done celebrating Drew's rescue with the people he loved and the woman he loved more than anything. When they came home, they enjoyed some ice cream and then went upstairs to their bed, pulling each other's clothes off and making love. It was a special kind of love they made that night.

He poured his heart and soul to her, telling her his dream after he retired from wrestling. He wanted to go back to Dublin and open a pub near his childhood home. His friends and family would be regulars. Even his father joked he'd wash dishes. Christine looked up at him after the shared love, telling him how wonderful of a dream it was.

She told him she'd be his best barmaid. He replied back that she'd be his sexiest barmaid. They laughed, reaffirming their love and strength that bonded them. Sheamus went to work out a bit, and Christine slipped his green Lucky Charms shirt on, washing her face in the bathroom and sighing. It was then that chill went up her spine.

That evil voice from her past that ripped her apart as the fire grew and spread around as she was tied to a chair in the kitchen. "No. No!" She stumbled from the bathroom, falling to her knees trying to fight it. After Sheamus found out that her ex-husband, Adam Ridge, was possibly still alive, those nightmares came back.

She had been drugged with the purple knockout drops. Her eyes burned from the smoke and her mouth gagged. Her entire world up in flames. The two of them, her husband and his whore, laughing as they held pictures of her past, tossing them into piles of fire. Christine got one hand free, trying to grab at her parents wedding picture. She held it, tearing it in half down the middle before tossing it into the fire. Christine couldn't scream anymore. Her heart was beyond broken. Her soul was dying.

Taryn held Adam Ridges hand as they took one final look at the burning house and destroyed life that was inside. He groaned, "I don't know what I saw in her. " Taryn laughed, "Don't worry, Adam baby, I'll do whatever you want whenever you want! She reminds me of my ex. I didn't get the chance to get rid of him. But we can rid ourselves of her. Now, let's go fuck! This has turned me on so MUCH!"

Christine got her other hand lose, the fire growing around her and the smoke making her almost blind. It was then there was a gust of wind as a door opened. She weakly fell through it, crawling out among the destruction. The explosion was the last thing she heard.

She came to in a bed. A soft, comfortable bed in a most peaceful place that smelled of jasmine. She asked no one, "Am I dead?" But someone answered. A woman with a sweet, Southern accent, "You're fine, girl. I was able to get you out. That was crazy. Now I know that fire was no accident. I saw the gag on your mouth and the binds at your wrists."

The lady was a little taller than Christine, with dark red hair and crimson lips. Christine blinked her eyes, "My ex-husband. He and that woman! Oh God, she was nasty. I was training to be a cop. And I came home. They were fucking in my bed." She looked up at the lady looking concerned at her has she cleaned her forehead, "My name is Christine. Formerly Christine Ridge, but I'm changing my name back to my maiden name. Christine Anderson."

"My name's Cherry. I'm a freelance security specialist. You're strong. I can tell you're a fighter. And you're right, there's nothing left of your house but this." Cherry handed Christine a blackened metal box. Christine said, "It's my...strong box." She opened it, tearing up at the precious photos saved. Then her tears stopped, her anger grew. Cherry took her hand, "Hey, don't get too worked up, girl. You're still in bad shape. I have my buddy who's a doctor here. I don't think you want to have a public record."

Christine was defiant, "No. I want them to know they killed me. I want them to think they did." As she talked to the doctor, Cherry noticed Christine putting the rings from a pouch on her fingers. She said to herself, "Christine is dead. She cut through that cocoon. She crawled from that prison." She smiled as she exclaimed, "I'm reborn. Baptized by the pure fire. Now I'm going to pay them back with the vengeance of my soul. The Phoenix has risen like the Lord on the third day."

After that, Cherry and Christine did freelance jobs, mostly for famous musicians. They also had a lot of fun together, paid for by Christine's settlement. Sometimes, Christine went off on her own road, coming back after a week or less not finding anything about her past. She became an expert on demolition, on weapons and spying. With the encouragement of Cherry, she also reinvented herself. Gone was the cute girly dresses and ribbons. She wore crazy prints and tank tops showing off her muscular arms. Her long hair was now dark brown replacing the lighter color.

And then there was the jewelry. Rings on her fingers. Her earrings never matched. Crosses and medals around her neck as if she was this avenging angel. After traveling the US, she decided on Nashville as her home. It was a bit later when she reunited with Cherry becoming an angel herself.

Drew & Cherry - Riverside

In the meantime, Drew was pacing back and forth in his living room on this stormy night. He was extremely irritated and angry. Ever since Christine had her episode, his anger for his ex-wife and her two henchmen, Christine's ex, and even his fiancé Cherry's ex-lover was at an all-time high. Honestly, since that bimbo and her two village idiots kidnapped him, taking away the opportunity to marry his love that day, he felt like a powder keg about to explode.

It was 2AM and he couldn't sleep. He should be upstairs with her in his arms. Even though moving in with Cherry made him feel a lot more at peace under normal circumstances, those flashes of his ordeal with the bitch weighted heavy tonight. Seeing Christine is such a vulnerable state affected him. And even though he had no idea of his name or what he looked like, the thought of that bastard abusing a young Cherry would not leave his mind.

Cherry woke up reaching for Drew only to find herself alone in her their huge bed. She was worried about him. Christine's comatose state was having a negative effect on him. Those four assholes had turned all of their lives upside down. For the first time in ages, she didn't know what to do. She had no clue how to help him through this. She had even texted with Drew's dad to see if he could talk to him. Nothing was working today.

She figured he was downstairs. He tended to do that when he couldn't sleep, either to work out or just pace so he didn't wake her up. She got out of bed and threw on his Johnny Cash shirt. She loved wearing his shirts and inhaling his sexy smell. She called it a woodsy, musky hot man smell. The combination of his cologne, body wash, shampoo and his natural aroma always turned her on.

He sat on the couch now his head in his hand. He felt ready to blow when he heard that sweet voice, "Drew baby, what's going on?" He looked up and saw a vision of her sleepy form with legs sticking out of his shirt. He reached over and pulled her into him, hugging up to her, "Have I ever told ya how hot ya look in my shirt?" She threaded her fingers in his long black hair, "But it looks better on the floor, right?" He chuckled, "Ya know me too well, love."

She sat down beside him holding his hand, "What's in that gorgeous head, baby? You look troubled." He sighed, closer to a growl, "I don't know. Since those assholes decided to fuck with us, I just feel so pissed off." She sighed, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead, "I get that. Sounds like you need some stress relief." He said, "I've already worked out trying to get some tension out." She raised her eyebrow, "I don't mean working out." He said, "What did you have in mind?" She rolled her eyes, "Really? Are you serious?" He threw up his hands, "OK, what do you suggest?"

She stood up and walked to the stairs and huffed, "I'll tell you what, Baby. When you finally figure it out, meet me in the bedroom!" The next thing he knew, he felt his shirt hit him in the back in the back of the head. He stood up throwing the shirt to the floor. He turned around and saw her leaning against the stair rail, wearing nothing but a smirk on her lips.

He was irritated as hell and now, looking at her nude and wanton, he was horny as hell. Her eyes got wide when he gave her "the look". It was intense. It was piercing. It was sexy as fuck. He jumped over the back of the couch and stalked over to her. His gaze both scared and excited her as he said, "OK fine! Ya better be ready because I'm gonna fuck ya raw, Love!" He threw her over his massive shoulder and stomped up the stairs, smacking her hard on the ass as she squealed with delight.

When they reached the bedroom, Drew slid her down his body, pinning hers against the wall. Their kiss was intense and sex laden as he swiftly removed his boxer shirts. His blue eyes looked stormy and sex filled as he snuck his middle finger inside her to stroke that special spot. She immediately started coming undone all over his hand as she gasped and squealed. He growled, "Ya want me ta take my frustrations out on ya, Love? Ya want Daddy ta fuck ya hard?" In her orgasming state, she moaned, "I'm a big girl, baby. I can take whatever you dish out. Oh fuck!" He raised his eyebrows as he shifted his finger to rub against her honied walls, "Oh, is that right? Is that a challenge?" She stuck out her tongue and giggled, "What if it is?"

He reached in the drawer beside of them, and pulled out the white 3MB bandana, holding it up with a smirk, "Get on that bed on your knees, Sunshine. You're gonna pay for that." She puckered her lips and said, "Mmmm! Promise, Big Daddy?" He reached around and popped her on the ass again, "Get on your knees and stick that hot ass out, Baby!"

She did as he commanded, breathless with anticipation. She felt the mattress indent behind her. He took the bandana, still folded from the last time he used it on her during a most intense and kinky sex session. That time, she bound his hands together while she had her way with him. He nearly broke the headboard trying to free his hands to touch her.

He gently ran the bandana up the back of her thigh and on her ass cheek. He could see her shudder and the goosebumps form in its path. He leaned into her, raising her hands behind the small slats in the headboard. He tied her hands tightly together and whispered, "Are you ready for Daddy to fuck ya, Baby? Ya want these 11 inches ta fill ya up?", as he nibbled on her earlobe. She whimpered, "Yes! God, please fuck me!"

He chuckled, "Nah. Daddy wants to play a little. I think I'll make ya beg for it first, Love." He kissed, nibbled and licked her all the way down from her neck to her backside, causing her to buck her hips against him. He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips open and groaned out, "Mmmm Daddy's hungry, Baby." He set his mouth to her entire slit, running his tongue up, down and inside her. She was screaming his name as he started sucking and chewing on her clit, then soothing it with his tongue.

He continued this sweet torture for what seemed like a lifetime, making her cum all over his beard. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and yelled, "Oh my fucking god! Daddy, please fuck me! I want that cock, baby! Please, Drew! I need you!" He loved hearing her say she wanted him. He rose up behind her, rubbing his cock between his butt cheeks.

He placed his giant, engorged head at her entrance, teasing her by putting it in, then withdrawing. She bucked against him, "Damn you, Drew!" He grabbed her by the hips and thrust hard in her all the way to the hilt. He moaned her name as he started pounding her hard and fast. She put her face into her pillow screaming, but her pulled her hair back and commanded, "Oh no ya don't! I wanna fucking hear ya scream my name!" She sounds of her cries and their bodies slapping together filled the bedroom and were music to his ears.

He felt her clamp around his hardness like a vice grip. He suddenly withdrew from her and reached up to untie her hands. He roughly rolled her on her back, hooked her knees around his large gorgeous arms, once again making her helpless to his. He wasted no time slamming his cock back inside her. He looked at her with those beautiful eyes, "I love ya so much!' That pussy is mine! I wanna see your face when I cum inside ya!" His skin was again slapping against hers as he felt her shatter again around him. This time, he reached euphoria as he released his seed like a torrent deep in her womb as they swore their undying love to each other.

She collapsed on top of her, kissing and rubbing his face on her breasts. She loved the feel of his beard on her naked skin. Both were breathless and sated as they kissed deeply. She laughed as he pulled back slightly, "Told you I could give you some stress relief." He smiled that gorgeous, dimpled smile as he raised his eyebrows, "Who says my stress is completely relieved, love?". She yelped as he pulled her on top of him.

Kevin & Lady - Hendersonville

Lady Christina looked over at Kevin lying next to her asleep. She and Cherry had been over to the Diamond Building earlier to check on Sheamus and Christine. It was such a sad scene. All Lady wanted to do was to heal her friend and make everything better. She knew she didn't have that power and that made her feel helpless.

But all was not lost. She knew her sister. She was strong and she would pull through this. She had to. She could not go through this without her or Cherry. Glancing over at the handsome Irishman that had just made sweet, passionate love to her. She longed to tell him the news, but she was scared. "What if Kevin was not ready for this? What would I do if he rejected her?", kept running through her mind.

That's why she needed Christine to wake up, other than the act that she loved her like a sister. She would need both her and Cherry now more than ever. She always stayed so calm, cool and collected. She was the rational one in the group. But the news she received last night rocked her. She was pregnant. Pregnant with Kevin's child. She teared up as she thought, "Sis, you got to pull through this. I can't got thought this pregnancy without my sisters!"