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Fate is so Unkind	By : gottaluvshawn Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER 5 I got up early the next day and left for my apartment. I had not been there in over a month, so much had happened with me. Anyway, I had decided that it was time that I close the book on this chapter of my life and start over, maybe in another state, maybe go back home. I was not sure what I was going to do or where I was going to go but I had enough money to stay in a hotel until I could decide. I got to my apartment to find it a mess with Brett sleeping in our bed. This was normal, he would get drunk and have some of his friends over, beat me up, and trash the place, I would leave to let him cool down a bit then come home and clean it up. Many times I would have to go to the hospital saying I fell to get fixed up. I knew they could tell I was lying but I could not get him in trouble because he would hurt me even worse. And for the most part there were only bruises. Only once did he break one of my bones, and it was my fault, I asked for it by asking him to stop forcing me to have sex with him. My friends told me to get away from him but I couldn’t because he loved me. I wanted the attention so bad that I was willing to put up with a few bruises. I picked up a few things and threw some of the dishes into the sink; I would do them in a bit. I needed to grab a few things first. I had hoped that he was plastered enough to not hear me and I could get out clean again. I was not this lucky. As I walked past him to the closet he grabbed my leg and I fell to the ground hitting my head on the dresser. It hurt but this was something I was used to. “Just where in the hell have you been?” he managed to slur out. He reeked of alcohol and was plastered out of his mind. He managed to stumble out of the bed to his feet. “I’m sorry honey, I went to that WWE meeting, I got a job with them and had to go right on the road.” “That’s bullshit, stop lying.” He slapped me hard across the face. My head fell to the side and I was dizzy for a moment. “I’m sorry, I should have called.” “Your damn right you should have, I have told you that.” This time his right fist connected with my jaw line. “I’m really sorry honey, I was really busy, but I came back.” I went to hug him. He pushed me back hard against the shelf and a few books fell. One of the shelves connected with my rib and lower back knocking the wind out of me. “I’m sick of your shit, you don’t respect me. You should have stayed out because now I’m pissed. And you’re going to sit here and take it because you always have and you deserve it, maybe you will learn this time you stupid bitch.” He walked over to me and slapped me across the other side of my face then shoved me toward the bed and pushed me onto it. I fell hitting my head on one of the beer bottles breaking it. “Please, don’t.” “SHUT UP.” He said hitting me again and proceeded on to rape me. He was so rough when he did it. Forcing the girl turned him on. And he was so drunk, he reeked and it was hard to breath because of the smell of his hot breath on me. He finished, picked me up and threw me onto the kitchen floor then threw a dish at me where it shattered when it hit the floor. He grabbed another beer from the fridge and went back into the bedroom. I sat on the floor crying. A while later I got up, got some clothes on, and did the dishes. When I was done I looked at myself in the mirror and began to cry again. Why did I always allow him to do this. I left and got in the car, I straightened my self enough to drive and left. I decided then and there that I would not return. As I was driving I had no destination in mind, I really had no where to go anyway. I soon found myself standing in front of the door to the only person I knew to turn to… Hunter. I stood in front of his door and knocked, he answered with his hair wet and his lower body wrapped in a towel, obviously just out of the shower. I looked past him to see no one. I looked into his eyes and fainted, he just barley caught me. He had a very confused look in his eyes the minute he saw me and God knows what he was thinking when I fainted into his arms. I cam to a few minuets later and saw him standing above me with worry in his eyes, something I had never seen. I had so many thoughts running through my head but the only ones I could sort through were the ones of my surroundings and Hunter. I was lying on a bed, and he was standing above me. He broke the silence, “What the hell happened to you, oh my god, are you ok. Let’s get you to a hospital.” “NO, I’m ok.” I tried to sit up and fell over dizzy. He tried to hug me and I freaked out, “don’t touch me.” “OK, OK, what happened?” He backed off a bit. “I don’t wanna talk about it, just, come hold me, please, don’t let him hurt me again, please just don’t leave.” I broke down crying again. He came over to the bed sat down and cradled me. “Shhhh, don’t worry, I’m here. Who did this to you? You need to get some help, I don’t know how badly injured you are. Please let me take you to the hospital.” I continued to cry not answering anything he said. I listened to his heart beat against his chest and paid close attention to his rocking. It was calming getting my mind off all of it. I soon fell asleep in his arms, but not for long. I began having nightmares about what happened. The one that bothered me most was one of Brett killing Hunter; I woke right up from it screaming. Hunter was right to my side. He had obviously not gone to sleep, he had sweat pants on now but his hair was still down and still a bit damp. I could tell that he was confused as to what to do. “I swear honey, as soon as you tell me who did this I can help, and promise that he will never hurt you again. I am not going to force you to do anything but, you need to understand that you can not possibly be thinking right and I don’t know what to do either, I have no clue what the right thing is to do here.” I heard every word that he said but could not respond intelligently, all I could say was: “please hold me and don’t let go.” He turned out the light and crawled into the bed beside me and put his arms around me. They were so heavy, I felt save and did not have anymore nightmares that night. When I woke up I was still in his arms and he was sleeping. There was a knock at the door and I jumped and began to cry again. I thought for sure it was Brett coming to get me. “Hold on,” Hunter yelled a bit groggy. He calmed me down and walked over to the door. He walked out and saw his best friend Shawn. “Shawn, man, someone hurt her. I dono who or why but someone beat her up real bad, and I think they raped her too. I don’t know what to do.” “What?” Shawn asked confused. “I don’t know, she showed up at my door last night and fainted into my arms, when I went to hug her she freaked, but when I walked away she begged me to hold her and not let go. She has nightmares unless I hold onto her. And she started to cry when you knocked. I really have no clue what to do here. Why did she pick me to be her safety. My god it’s a good thing Steph had to leave early. What should I do?” Shawn did not know how to act Hunter was never this confused or worried. “Hunter, if she was raped you need to try to get her to decide to go to the hospital, don’t force her to do anything, let her make all of the decisions but try to get her to go. She has been forced enough and she needs to figure out what she needs. All you can do is be there for her. As far as why you, I don’t know but you need to stay with her if she came to you. Screw Steph, Jessica NEEDS you right now.” “I don’t know if I can do this man. I don’t know what is right. They really gave it to her. She is covered in bruises and she is favoring her wrist. I know she is hurt pretty bad.” “Well you just need to be there, I don’t know if this has anything to do with it but her car is scraped up a good bit on the passengers side, I saw it this morning and just realized it is hers, if you want I can go see if there are any clues in there.” “Yeah, thanks.” Hunter said then walked back in the hotel to find me in another nightmare. He shook me awake and cradled me again. He tried again to get me to go to the hospital or do or say anything. Again I could only ask him to hold me. After a bit he asked if I wanted any food and I said no. The first question I answered. I had no clue why I said no because I was starving. He said ok then called Shawn and told him to go pick up some burgers somewhere. I sat up, still dizzy, and began to look at my body. My arms had a few bumps and bruises, my wrist the worst. I walked to the bathroom, Hunter’s eyes following me, and looked in the mirror at my face. I had a black eye, a swollen lip, a purpling hand print on my right side and it hurt to move my mouth. Though I looked in the mirror the other night this was the first time I saw the marks, this was also the first time I felt any pain. Not only was it my face and wrist but my whole lower body ached and burned. Hunter sat on the bed the entire time watching me note every mark, every pain. He was about to cry and could do nothing for me. I walked out. “Brett.” I said in a faint whisper. “Is that who did this to you?” He asked. “Yeah, my boyfriend, I didn’t call him to tell him I would be late. It’s all my fault. I deserved this. I should go see if he still wants me and tell him I’m sorry.” I said as I tried to put my coat on. Hunter got a furious look on his face and stood up trying not to sound mean “No way. This is not your fault, you did nothing to deserve this, no one could do anything to deserve this. You can’t go back to him; he will just keep hurting you. He does not deserve you. You are too good. Please let me take care of you. I don’t want to see you hurt again.” I looked at him and saw the fear, pain, confusion, worry, and wonder in his eyes. I was still struggling with my coat because of the bruises and said “no really, I should have called to tell him. I just left him last night. He just gets drunk and gets a bit rough. I’m ok, really. I should go back and clean up after last night. I know he did not mean to do this. He gets rough but I’m ok I’ll heal. Please tell Vince that wrestling and I are just not working out and that if he calls I will arrange something to pay him pack.” Hunter looked at me, I finally got my coat on and was looking for my keys then my eyes met his, he was crying. “Please, don’t leave. You will get hurt again. I don’t know how to tell you that he will never change and that you don’t deserve this. Just please don’t go. This is your dream. I can’t believe I treated you so bad your first night. I am really sorry but please know that I will never treat anyone like that again. You have the right to hate me but please don’t go back to him. Go to Shawn, he is a good man, he will take good care of you if you don’t want to be with me but please do not go back to Brett.” “I don’t know what to do Hunter. I have forgiven you for that night, but I have no where to go. You have Stephanie, Shawn has Rebecca and a family I can’t go to him. My only choice is to go back to Brett. I will heal and get better, I will talk to him and things will be good again for a while. Please don’t worry about me, I’m not worth it.” I could not find my keys though I was still looking and wondering if I maybe left them in the car. “Jessica, please, I can’t say it enough, you are worth it, you don’t deserve it, you can’t go back to him, one of these days he will end up killing you. Please stay here where you are safe, you will never be hurt here, I’ll be sure of it. After searching for about fifteen minuets I finally sank to the floor crying. I didn’t want to go back to Brett I knew I’d be hurt again but I felt I deserved it and had no where else to go. Hunter walked over and joined me on the floor; he was also crying. “Please stay, I beg you. I can’t possibly want anything more.” We sat like this until I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later on the bed. Hunter was eating and saw me waking up. I still layed on the bed but he could tell I was awake. “Do you want some food?” He asked. The pure thought of food made me nauseous and I declined. He frowned, “honey, you need to eat.” “No really I’m really good.” He walked over to me, “What can I do for you?” “Nothing, I don’t know what to do.” “Well you need to go to the hospital, even if you lie to them about how it happened, blame it on me, I don’t care but you need to make sure you are ok.” “OK, I’ll go.” “Good, let me get a shirt on.” He finished getting dressed and took me to his car. We passed my car on the way and it was all scraped up on the driver’s side and I could not remember how it happened. He opened my door and helped me in then walked around to the driver side and got in himself. He started the car and we were off.
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