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Reflection	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storme’s POV

While Ame was outside with Glenn, I stayed parked right where I was, on Shannon’s lap with his arms around me. My head rested on his shoulder and I was clinging tightly to the shirt he had on at the moment. For me to have wanted to get away from this man, I sure was clinging to him for dear life now. Even the times he came out of nowhere and kissed me, I never once felt threatened by his presence. His hands never wandered or held me too tight, everything about Shannon was gentle. In his arms now, he was holding me tightly, but if I moved, he loosened his grip instantly. That small fact was more comforting than anything had a right to be at a time like this.

Jeff was quiet as he stood nearby, not intruding on us; I think he knew the situation demanded Shannon to be present. Sitting me up a little more, Shannon gently detached my hands from his shirt. Reaching up, he put one of his hands under my chin and tilted my head up toward the light. I saw his eyes darken with something closer to rage than anything, but he didn’t say anything. The only indication was the clenching of his jaw and the look in his eyes; I assumed that I was starting to bruise pretty bad for him to look like that. He picked up a paper towel and folded it over once before putting it over my nose.

Blinking a few times, I reached up and touched my upper lip, my fingers coming away wet with blood. Well hell, no wonder he looked pissed, thankfully the lighting in the bar was dim so that people didn’t panic. It took a couple minutes and a few more paper towels before he got my nose to stop bleeding. Taking a clean one, he dipped it into the shot glass he’d had with him earlier, what I assumed was whiskey. Holding my head back with his other hand, he reached up and gently wiped away the blood. The alcohol burned where it touched the bruised and open areas of skin, but I didn’t say anything.

He was quiet as he did the same to the places on my upper and lower lip that were cut and bleeding a little. It was odd to have someone other than my dad or Ame to take care of me like this, especially when it was Shannon. I was thinking about things while he cleaned me up, and I almost didn’t hear him speak when he did. “Regan…how many times did he hit you…?” Blinking a bit, I looked at him and tried to recall how many times I was hit, but I couldn’t. “I don’t know…” He didn’t push it and just nodded as he finished what he was doing, putting the paper towel in the heap with the others.

“Do you hurt anywhere else?” His voice was soft and I had to think for a minute, I hurt all over actually. Moving a little, I tested to see where I was hurting from actual hits than just from the over all events. Shannon caught on the second I moved and pain shot through my stomach and lower abdomen. Cradling me against him again, he put a hand on my stomach and pressed gently in different areas. I tensed when it hurt and he moved his hand away with a soft sigh, “You’re a strong woman, Regan. But right now, you don’t have to be strong.” He said quietly as he rested his head against mine.

Before I could say anything, my dad came running to where I was and he lifted me out of Shannon’s arms. His strong arms held me close and he was gentle, I felt tears sting my eyes and I tried to hold them back. Dad was cussing and worrying and threatening to kill people while he held me, sitting down with me in his arms. I finally broke down and cried into his chest, the second I started to cry, he went silent. He was tense for a few moments before one of his hands started to gently stroke my hair while I cried. I didn’t cry long, maybe two minutes and then I was sniffling softly against his strong chest while he held me.

A pair of black boots appeared nearby and I knew without looking that it was Mark, he always wore those boots. I felt him touch my shoulder for a minute and then his hand moved away. He wasn’t the kind to be affectionate, unless it was with Ame, and even then it was still rare. “Steve, want to get some revenge?” Ame was near and I think dad almost dropped me, but recovered and put me down in a chair. The rest of them all looked at her and stood up or moved closer, waiting for her to finish. “Brooks is outside right now, if you want to have a go at him.” And with that, the men took off out the door to go after Phil.

I was left with Ame, and when she asked if I was ok, I broke down and ended up in her arms again. We stayed that way for the longest time, and knowing that she was there comforted me. Part of me missed the strength of Shannon’s arms though, and I smelled like him too, so I missed that even more. Would I tell Ame that, no way in hell. When the men came back a little while later, I didn’t really pay attention to anything that was said. Ame shifted me over to Shannon and I went willingly into his arms, thankful to have him back there again. He sat down with me and I curled up against his side.

Everything that was said, I heard, but didn’t respond to, I just didn’t have the ability to involve myself in conversation. Shannon’s hand was gently rubbing my back and I was pressed so tight against his side it was a miracle no one noticed it. Don’t ask me what it was about the man, but I needed to be near him right now. The men talked for a little while and I stayed silent, thinking to myself over the events of the night. When I’d had enough of sitting around, I looked up and spoke softly, “Can someone take me back to the hotel?” Glenn looked at me and then at Ame and he smiled a bit, “I’ll give you a ride back.” Smiling, Ame nodded and stood up, “I’ll go too, don’t want to leave Reg alone.”

I untangled myself from Shannon and brushed a light kiss on his cheek, thanking him for being there for me. Handing Jeff his coat back, I walked over and hugged my Dad before following Glenn and Ame outside. He led the way, making sure we were safe as he got us into the car and then got in himself. We were all quiet on the way back to the hotel, I didn’t even move once I was in the car. I sat there, my head against the window and watched things go by while he drove. Phil had turned out to be my worst nightmare, not my knight in shining armor and I didn’t know how to react anymore.

For so long I had loved him and wanted him to be mine, and now in one night, I had every one of my dreams shattered by him. When we got to the hotel, I was on autopilot, getting out of the car and going inside. Some of the guys from all rosters looked at me, but I just ignored them and kept on going toward the stairs to go to our hotel room. I hurried up them and went into the room, wanting to get out of this outfit and throw it away, quickly. Picking up some clothes, I went to the bathroom, closed the door behind me and struggled out of the skirt and shirt. As soon as I had both off, I threw them onto the floor, tears stinging my eyes.

Calming myself as much as I could, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on, taking a couple of minutes to wash off and get cleaned off. When I was done, I stepped out and dried off before pulling on clean underwear and a bra. I put on one of my dad’s old shirts and a pair of loose jogging pants. Walking out of the bathroom, I realized Ame was in there and I avoided her eyes as I sat down on my bed. I wanted to sink into it so no one could see me, I’d seen the bruises in the mirror, and I looked that bad. She made a soft sound when she looked at me and I wanted to leave at that moment, she loved me, but I hated her having to see me like this.

She walked over and sat down beside me, putting a light hand on my shoulder, “Reg, let me see how bad it is…” Reluctantly, I looked up at her and she narrowed her eyes at what she saw, “If they don’t kill him, Reg, I will.” Nodding a little, I tucked my hair behind my ear, I had no desire to look at myself again for at least a week, I knew it was bad. No wonder everyone had wanted to murder him, I looked like I’d been beaten for hours. “I know it’s not something you want to talk about, but I need to know. Don’t tell me you still love him, Regan.” She said softly as she looked over at me, and I tensed when she asked that. Did I still love him after that?

“No, Ame, I don’t love him…how could I…?” I said back to her softly as I rubbed my arms a little. She looked relieved, and I didn’t blame her at all, I’d learned my lesson about him and I didn’t ever want him back. A knock on the door made me jump, and she gently touched my shoulder before standing up and walking to the door. Cautiously, she opened it and then relaxed when she saw who it was. I wasn’t paying attention, preferring not to see or speak to anyone else besides her right now. “Is she ok, Amelia…?” Shannon’s worried voice said from the area of the doorway and I felt the urge to look at him, but didn’t.

“She will be, it’s just been a long night for her, Shan.” Ame said as she looked at me and then stepped out into the hall with him. The door was pulled to and I felt like a kid again, they didn’t want to upset me by talking, but I just let it go. Sighing a bit, I cut the light off over my bed and got up, pulling the covers back. Sliding into the bed, I curled up and closed my eyes; I wanted to sleep for days to forget about all of this. “She forgot her purse at the bar…I wanted to see her again, Amelia, I have to.” I could barely hear them talking, but his words were enough to keep me from falling asleep; he had wanted to see me again.

“Reg is comfortable with you around, I know she doesn’t act like she wants to see anyone, but you can go in if you want to. I’ll go see Glenn for a little while and leave you two alone to talk.” Ame said and I almost yelled at her not to go, alone with Shannon, I didn’t think I could do this. Panic was setting in as he came into the room and closed the door behind him; please don’t turn out like him. He sat down beside me on the bed and reached out, gently brushing the hair away from my face. I flinched out of fear and he pulled his hand back quickly, afraid that he’d hurt me.

Resting his arms on his knees, he put his head in his hands and I tilted my head a little, pushing myself up into a sitting position. “I hate to see you hurting, Regan…God, it just…it breaks my heart…” He said softly, and I heard the tears and the emotion in his voice and it shocked me completely. Turning, he lifted his head and looked at me and I saw the tears in his eyes, running down his cheeks. My heart broke and I looked away from him quickly, “Don’t Shannon…don’t cry over me…I’m not worth that.” His arms were around me in seconds, holding me close to him, “Don’t say that, don’t you dare say that. You are worth it all, Regan.”

Excuse me, what? I didn’t think I’d heard him right, but I really had heard what he said, and he meant it. “Look, I’m not asking you to start anything, or even asking you to accept it. But I care about you, Regan, and I want to be here for you. Just let me do that, please.” He almost begged as he looked down at me, and I didn’t have the heart to say no to him, so I nodded. He slid his shoes off and moved up onto the bed, not getting under the blankets with me, which was for my benefit. Quietly, he lay down on his back next to me, making no move to touch me after that, only looking over at me. Well this was new to me; he was giving me the space to make the decisions of when I wanted to be touched and when I didn’t.

After a minute of thought, I slid back down and lay down, hesitating before I moved over against his side. When he didn’t say or do anything, I shifted onto my side and put my head on his shoulder, my right arm gripping his shirt tightly. Only when I was comfortable and had been there a couple minutes, he put his arm around my shoulders. I don’t think I stayed awake long at all, because after his arm was around me, I don’t remember anything. It was best that way, falling asleep quickly, I needed the rest and I knew that I was safe with him now. He wasn’t Phil, he wouldn’t hurt me, and somehow I had always known that. I would have to remember to have a talk with him later when all of this was over and I had the words to say to him.
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