Hello, my loves! I'm finally back with this most intense chapter! So much love to my girls wwechristina, Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920 for their unwavering support and love, and LOTS to ClaymoreQueen6176 for writing such an amazing treatment for me to work with! She has always been the driving force behind this story and I love her so much!
A word of warning: This chapter deals with a brutal sexual assault. If this triggers you, proceed with caution. As I told you prior, I put a lot of personal experiences into the Cherry character as a means to purge my soul of anger and bitterness over past issues. This chapter will have a couple of flashbacks before diving into the confrontation ahead of the big fight. Some serious she is getting ready to go down! Enjoy!
Angels in Scotland: Part 8 - You're Mine!
Seven Years Ago - Holly Mountain, North Carolina
Leslie was getting ready in her perfect white walled bathroom in her perfect white house looking at herself in the mirror after a long, hot shower. She thought about the perfect little life she had built for herself and her long-time partner, Phil Rumsfeld. To the outside world, she had it all. Phil was charming, tall and ruggedly handsome. But the pronounced bruise on her left cheek showed that her perfect little world was nothing but a perfect little lie.
She got out her makeup and started the cover up attempt. This was becoming more of a common occurrence. At first, his outbursts and hurtful words was all that had happened. But then, two months prior, her beloved mother had died. Phil had removed her so far from her other family and friends, no one knew that any showing of defiance towards him had turned violent.
She had called him out for catching him masturbating to porn after he had told her, "Sorry, babe. I'm too tired for sex. Besides, you're turning into quite the little nympho. You need to calm down." She questioned him, "So how are you not too tired to jerk off but have no energy to have sex?" It was an innocent question that prompted him to ragefully backhand her across the face. It would, unfortunately, not be the last.
She started to apply the heavy foundation and concealer to her cheek when that glance in the mirror sparked a tiny flame that would eventually turn into a powder keg about to explode. She said to herself, "No. I'm not doing this anymore. Why did I allow this for so long? I have to leave. I have to get out of here. It's the only way to save myself. I'm done."
With that, Phil stalked into the bathroom. He snaked his tattooed arm around her waist and cooed to her in an attempt to make up for the previous night's beating. He fondled her breasts, looking to illicit a response of want, "Mm babe. I want to fuck. I'm ready to tear your shit up!" He cupped her vagina roughly as he dropped sloppy, saliva filled kisses on her neck.
Leslie looked at the scene in the mirror and simply said, "No." Phil looked up at their reflection and said coldly, "What?" Steadfastly but calmly, she repeated, "No, Phil. I'm done. I'm finished with your games and abuse. You have treated me like shit from the very beginning of our relationship. I'm tired of it. You don't have to worry about me ever asking for sex from you ever again. I'm packing my stuff and I'm leaving you. I can't do this anymore."
Her confidence soon turned to fear as she saw that wild look in his dead, cold brown eyes shoot daggers through her. Without warning, he grabbed the back of her hair and slammed her forehead on the bathroom vanity. She screamed in pain, dazed and bleeding from the top of her forehead as he raged, "Oh you think I'm going to let you walk away from me, you fucking whore? I'll just have to make it hard for you to walk at all! Shut the fuck up!"
With that, he shoved head her down again and held it down with a brutal force as he opened the vanity drawer and pulled out the Vaseline. He opened the jar and dipped his finger slightly in. As Leslie screamed and pleaded, "NO! Phil, please! Please stop!", he took the greased finger and shoved it roughly inside her anus. Her head was forced to the side as she shrieked in pain as a second finger invaded her in an even more painful fashion.
He thrusted them in and out quickly and hollered, "Oh yeah, BABE! You love the rough shit! Do you, Babe? We'll you're going to get it nice and rough just like a whore like you deserves!" With that, he removed his fingers and shoved down his boxer briefs. With no sounds except her pained whimpers, he shoved his dick inside her asshole hard and unforgiving. He assaulted and violated her for what seemed like a lifetime. The pain only got worse as he climaxed inside of her tiny hole with a guttural groan.
Leslie held on to the vanity, shaken with fear and shame, sobbing uncontrollably. He yanked the back of her hair violently and pulled her to where her back was flush with his chest. Her nerve endings were on fire as she felt his goatee brush against her ear. He whispered with a calm that made her choke with horror, 'You ain't going nowhere, bitch. You are mine and you always will be. No one will ever want you but me. And if you try to leave again, I will kill you. Now get that ass cleaned up and make breakfast."
He slung her by the arm until she slammed full body into the wall behind her. As he left the bathroom, Leslie took the washcloth she had used before and cleaned her intimate parts. She cried and winced in pain as she caught a glance in the mirror again. She felt trapped and saw no way out, "He's right. No one will ever want me after this. I need to hurry up and calm down before he comes back in here. I can't make him mad again."
With that, trembling with fear, she put back on the happy, perfect life façade along with the heavy makeup to cover the contusions on her face. It stayed in place until the night she cracked his skull open with the wine bottle and finally made her escape from Phil Rumsfeld. This allowed her to finally find her real purpose in life as an Angel, discover the strong, kick ass woman that he tried to bottle up inside her, and a true and deep love with Drew.
Four Years Later - Tampa, Florida
Phil Rumsfeld sat in the office of his store looking online for new items. The last three years had been profitable for him since he moved to Florida and opened Tampa Comics & Collectibles. He had used the millions he inherited from his unfortunate late wife to invest in the store and buy the collectibles he overcharged customers for. Paula Madden was a widow and had a windfall after her husband died in a motorcycle accident. Phil had zeroed in on her, not only because of her millions, but she bore striking resemblance to Leslie, hi possession that got away. Phil snickered to himself, "Poor Paula. My dear. Too bad that pillow found its way on top of your face."
But he had wasted a small fortune of the inheritance trying to find…her. Leslie had slipped through his fingers that night two years ago after she bashed his head with that wine bottle. After waking up from that stupor until the present day, he was compulsively obsessed with finding her. He couldn't figure out how she did it or where she had disappeared to. It was like she had vanished off the face of the Earth. But he would find her and bring her home where she belonged. She was his and he would make her pay for her defiance.
As he thought about her long, black hair and green eyes, his rage took over. His lifeless brown eyes bulged, his nostrils flared, and he slammed his fist on his desk, "That fucking cunt! I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life when I finally get my hands on you! You are MINE!" But with an eerie calm, he gathered his thoughts and calmed himself.
He went about looking for new NASCAR autographs when an alert came across his phone. WWE Superstar Drew McIntyre was at a movie premiere and was given an interview to TMZ about his recent win at the Royal Rumble. He pulled up the link and said to himself, "He lives here in Tampa. I should hit him up to sign some items. He loves doing that stuff. He's such a sucker when it comes to fans. If I tell him they're for a kid, I bet…"
Phil stopped talking as he watched the interview. Something, or someone caught his eye. Drew was talking to the reporter saying, "It's simple. I'm going into Wrestlemania to destroy Brock Lesner and take the WWE Championship." A beautiful redhead in a low-cut red dress came to his side and said, "Drew, we need to get into the premiere to keep you on schedule." Drew raised his eyebrow and smirked at her, "Ya just wanna get me ta yerself, Love." She grinned and rolled her eyes, "Stop flattering yourself, Galloway!"
Even though they had not progressed past flirtation, Drew and Cherry looked at each other and felt that spark, that insane chemistry, that always happened when they were in close proximity to each other. The TMZ reporter noticed this and asked, "Drew, is this your girlfriend? She's gorgeous! What's her name?" Drew laughed and said, "I don't comment on my private life, guys.", but then he gave that sneaky wink to the camera.
Phil ran the video back and paused it on a still of Drew and Cherry staring at each other. He couldn't believe his eyes, "Leslie! No! This isn't possible! Goddamn you! You changed your hair! Everything! And you're this goof's whore?! FUCK!" Phil took a paperweight from his desk and smashed it against the wall. He screamed and wailed as he lost his mind further into anger and despair.
He took off his belt and started slapping it on the desk, "I gave you EVERYTHING! Well, now I know where you are and who the fuck you're with, you're dead, bitch! You just don't know it yet! You and that muscle head are fucking DEAD!" He brought up Google and typed in the name "Drew McIntyre". He was going to find something, anything, to use against the motherfucker who stole his property.
He located the name of his ex-wife, Taryn Terrell. A lightbulb went off for him. He had encountered the flea ridden slut once before. Back when she tried to restart her failed wrestling career, she had offered to blow him in exchange for waving an appearance fee for an autograph signing at his store. He had turned her down then, but now he knew he was the way he could control her as an evil plan to ruin Cherry and Drew's lives started to form.
He snickered as he thought to himself, bringing up her contact information in his phone, "Oh, this is too easy. She's so damn stupid, I can convince her that she and Drew belong together. And I'll use sex and the lure of my money to use her. I will manipulate her into doing my dirty work with that clown. Then, I'll take back what is mine!" As he got ready to dial the skank's number, she pulled up the frozen image of Drew and Cherry together. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You're a dead Highlander motherfucker for messing with what's mine. And Leslie. Time to come home. Tick tock, Babe. TICK TOCK!"
Present Day: In The Alleyway Behind The Waterfront - Ayr, Scotland
Phil stood in the back parking lot behind this fancy ass restaurant. He was already ill having to listen to Taryn's nauseating voice, Corbin and Madcap's stupid jokes and Adam's general presence. But when his paparazzi contact told him they had encountered Drew and Cherry entering the building and witnessed their lovey dovey kissing and bullshit, his rage started to burn hotter than the fires of Hell.
This was it. He was going into that place and finally taking back what belonged to him. And he would lay waste to anyone that got in his way, especially that Scottish fucker that stole Leslie's affections. They would all pay for his pain. He could just taste the revenge when Adam spoke up, "Why don't we just go in there and fuck shit up? I'm feeling a need to end my bitch ex for good this time!" Phil coolly looked at him, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll end you. I'm thinking of a plan."
That's when he saw her run out the back door. It was Leslie and she was all alone. She was crying. She was hysterical. This was perfect. Taryn started the cackle lowly, "Oh goody! Here's my chance to fuck her up for good!" Phil smacked her dead across the cheek and whispered, "I told you, cunt! You will not touch her! That's my job. You all stay back until I tell you to come out." As Phil left, Madcap looked at Corbin and said, "Dude, I want out of this shit. This is no longer just about getting the best of Drew. I never signed up to really hurt anyone." Corbin shook his head, "Sorry man. We're in too deep to get out now."
Inside The Waterfront
Christine grew panicked as she looked for Cherry. Suddenly her anger and evil were gone. It was replaced by a fear that she could be responsible for driving her best friend away for good. But more than that, given the information provided by Stu and Randy, she couldn't shake the feeling in her gut that Cherry was in imminent danger. She had to find her, apologize and fix the damage she had done to their relationship and make sure she and Drew stayed together.
She huffed, "Shit. Shit!" Sheamus came to her side and asked, "What's up, Lass?" She paced as she explained, "Cherry! I can't find her. I looked in the bathrooms, the bar. Denise, did you see her in the parking lot?" A worried Denise said, "No! And all the cars are still here. She shouldn't be alone right now!" Sheamus only could look at Christine, the concern on her face and pain in her eyes. He never thought he could have a strong love like they had. But here it was.
He said, "Ya frightened me back there, Phoenix." She shrugged, "Yeah? Well, I warned you about the evil." He touched her cheek, damp with her tears, and raised it to meet his eyes, "Ya did. I love ya, Christine. Don't ever entertain a thought that I don't. What I said, yer the blood in my heart and the air in my lungs. I'm nothing if yer not next ta me. Nothing."
He kissed her. A hard rough loving heavy kiss. She sighed, her head against his chest, "Stephen, you really wanna marry me?" He half smiled, "Yes. I was gonna ask ya. I mean, not today because of Drew's announcement. I wanna give them their moment. After everything they've been through, they deserve the world." She started to sob, "And I may've taken that from them. I'm so stupid." Sheamus shook his head, "Nah. Yer passionate. Ya and Cherry both are. She and Drew will be fine. They love each other and they have the wee ones on the way. They'll be just fine."
Drew paced like a caged animal. He was fraught with worry. His love had rejected him, but now she had disappeared. He had his whole life perfect just a few hours before. He was engaged to the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Their love seemed unbreakable. He found out she was pregnant with his twins.
They should be celebrating and planning a quick wedding in his homeland. Now, his world was crashing around him, and his heart was breaking. Jack and Stu didn't know what to say or do to help their friend. They hadn't seen him so distraught since the death of his beloved mother. Stu whispered, "I wish we knew what we could do. I've looked for her everywhere in this place." Jack said, "There isn't anything we can do, mate. Just hope fer tha best."
Just then, Andy ran in the side door, out of breath and a frightened look on his face. He hollered, with the entire party coming to his side, "Lads! Lads! Quick! Get out tha back now!" Drew asked, "Dad, what is it?" Andy said, "Cherry! She's outside! But there's a guy crowding in on her. It's not Corbin or Moss. He looked like a real nasty bloke. She looked scared as hell!"
Drew grumbled, his eyes meeting Sheamus, "Rumsfeld! Bloody hell!" Sheamus answered him, "Right. We know what ta do, brother." He silently walked back to the bar, sighing and reaching behind the table and bringing a shillelagh out, "Didn't bring my gun. Looks like it's an old-fashioned donnybrook fight." He sighed, rolling his sleeves up and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Sheamy." Christine ran to him. "Please be careful!" Sheamus hit his broad chest with his stick, "The only pleasing I'll have is when I give that tosser Adam Ridge a good beating! He's in our land now, Lass." She said, "I'll get out of this dress and meet you out there." He quickly said, "No. You stay with Kevin, Lady and Denise. We have these wankers."
Drew walked over quickly with a fire of anger in his eyes. He nodded when Sheamus handed him the heirloom sword of his family from the presentation table. Drew said to Sheamus, "Remember when Grandpa George told us stories of this sword?" Sheamus nodded, "Yeah. He said a worthy man would wield it. Yer worthy, fella."
The two lifelong friends embraced, knowing this fight was going to be hard. They both said something in Gaelic, took a second of silence, then walked towards the kitchen to the back door. Papa Andy asked, "My sons, what are ya thinking of doing?" Christine was next to him, fighting tears as she saw the two men she loved get ready for the fight. Drew's face was a mask of anger, his mouth sneering and eyes cold.
Sheamus only took a deep breath and sighed. She pled as she was joined by everyone else, "Sheamy, please be careful. Bro, you too." She hugged both of them, looking out the door. Drew smirked, "We will. No worries." Christine slowly walked with Andy as the rest of the still stunned family looked on, "Papa, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruined it." Andy said, "Ya didn't do anything bad, child. Friends will argue. Sisters will fight. The bonds will be tested, but never broken. Ya hadda purge. Just like Cherry purged. Now's a clean slate. Ya know what ta do."
She knew exactly what to do. She left Andy's side and headed for the bathroom. Just as Sheamus and Drew were ready for a fight, Christine grabbed the bag she brought in from Jester's truck. She pulled Lady by the arm, "Lady, can you help me with this?", as they rushed into the bathroom. Lady asked Christine, who was bringing stuff out of the bag, "Are you ok? I'm worried about you both. That was hard to witness."
Christine said as she busied herself, "No. No, I'm not fine, Lady. I did a very bad thing. I wounded her so badly. Cherry. She's the one I owe her the most. And I hurt her." Lady said, "Both of you are emotional, creative and passionate women. But it's now all out there. Like Andy said, both of you purged your souls. Now the healing can begin." Christine stopped for a second, fighting back tears, "Healing. I get the feeling nothing's gonna heal after tonight."
She turned her back to Lady, "Could you help me with this dress?" Lady unzipped her dress, "Sure. Ok. What are you doing with this stuff?" Christine slid the green dress off, "Changing. It's my fight as much as it's Sheamy's and Drew's. Whether Cherry wants me in her life after this or not, I'll still fight like hell to save her and those babies." Lady nodded and left her to privacy.
She walked to the back as Kevin and the guys stood around Drew and Sheamus. "Aye, Sheamo and I will go out there. Stu, ya and Jester stay inside with Kevin and the gals. Randy, come on out with us." As Denise worried, Randy grinned slyly, "I'm ready to make this fucker pay for trying to sale my title for that dirty cunt!"
Jack protested, "Tha hell we are! Yer not kicking this wanker's arse without us, mate!" Stu nodded in approval, "I'm coming out of retirement to beat these bastards senseless." Drew threw up his hands, "Fine! But Phil Rumsfeld is all mine." Drew took his shirt off, throwing it to the ground and grabbing the sword. Denise and Lady watched Drew and Sheamus go outside. Kevin sighed, looking at Lady and mouthing 'I love you' to her.
The Alleyway Behind The Waterfront
Cherry froze as she turned around, staring down the man who had groomed her. Defiled her. Raped her. The man who ruined her all those years ago. Phil tsked at her as he sneered, reveling in her misery, "Leslie. Oh Leslie, what am I gonna do with you now? Look at you! Just look what you've become. Red hair? Red nails? And what in the hell are you wearing? Has that muscled up idiot turned you into a whore?"
Cherry tried to breathe deep and calm down. Her ire was then stoked as she looked at him. She reminded herself that she was not that weak little girl Phil Rumsfeld had abused. She knew how to fight, and she was damn good at kicking ass. Her eyes narrowed and she prepared to kick her tormentor square in his tiny nutsack.
But then, she remembered with a gasp. She mumbled quietly, "My babies." She couldn't fight. If she did, she risked losing her precious ones and that was not a risk she was willing to take, no matter how badly she wanted to cave his head in again. She also knew she could not let him know about her condition as it would make her an even bigger target for his rancor.
She switched tact and acted terrified, trying to start maneuvering herself towards the door, "You're not going to trap me, asshole! I left your sorry ass once. I'm never going back with you! I have everything I need here. And stop calling me that name!" Phil laughed maniacally, "Oh do you? I doubt that. I'm sure you and that poor excuse for a sister you have is going to be broken for good this time. And that poor excuse of a man you're whoring around with? He doesn't really love you. He will never have you again. And you will always be Leslie. You belong to me, you bitch! And besides, it seems like he can't deal with danger. Come on out, guys."
Out from behind the dumpster stepped a cackling Taryn, a tweaking Adam, and an unsure Happy Corbin and Madcap. She surveyed the scene and saw they were blocking her path to the door. She looked at the rabble starting to surround and circle her. She defiantly smirked, "Appropriate they came from behind the dumpster. You brought the trash with you to Scotland."
Taryn fumed, "You're talking mighty big for someone out here alone crying like a little baby, bitch!" Phil backed Cherry into the fence by shoving her and breathing right against her neck, "And judging by your tears, it looked like he's like you and runs from relationships!" Given the fight they had earlier, this struck a nerve. Cherry started to sob with both anger and fear for her unborn children, shaking her head.
She started to speak when she heard the voice of her true love rumble in the alley, "I don't run from relationships, ya fucking prick! And ya better take yer hands off my fiancé or I'll gut ya like a fish." The voice made Cherry turn to it. It was not soothing and loving as it normally was with her. It was angry and harsh, but it sent shivers down her spine, and she loved it just the same. There in the alley, Drew and Sheamus stood, flanked by Stu, Jack and Randy.
Drew blinked his icy blue eyes at Phil, sizing him up as he raised his sword. Sheamus only exhaled, hitting his walking stick into his calloused hand, "Fella, we've always said there's gonna be the big fight." Drew said quietly, "Aye. A fight fer our lives, my babies' lives, our women's lives." Drew looked over a Cherry, his anger melted. All he wanted was to run to her and take her in his arms. He mouthed, "My Love." Cherry smiled a relieved smile at him as they walked into the brawl that would determine their fate and the rest of their lives.