Chapter one

She smiled as she watched him on a monitor in the back. He moved with fluid movements in the ring, stalking one of his friends as they started to waver on the edge of defeat. Her attention was drawn away from the monitor when the blonde walked up behind her.

"Hey, how's he doing?" Trish asked.

Amy smiled at her best friend. "Oh he's totally gonna win it," she answered, her voice a little wistful.

Trish was used to this. Amy had been unbearably sappy since she started dating Adam Copeland. It was her first love so grudgingly Trish, along with the rest of the staff, put up with the cooing, love notes and sickening public displays of affection. The couple would soon stop all the nauseating behavior soon enough.

"That's good. We can all go out and celebrate afterward," Trish replied and returned her gaze back to the television.

Adam was on the mat, Rhyno covering him for a three count. In the corner lay a steel chair. Trish's smile fell and Amy turned to see what was upsetting her friend. She nearly choked on her tongue and before anyone backstage could say a word, Amy was out on the stage and steadily making her way to her fallen love.

"Adam, baby are you okay?" she softly cried in a shaky voice. "Say something honey."

"Get me backstage NOW," he growled.

She blinked at the intensity in his voice. Surely though it was just pain from the chair shot and anger at the defeat. She took a deep breath, happy that he was at least conscious, and helped the Canadian up. He leaned on her heavily as he walked backstage with her.

Various wrestlers and divas watched concerned and shouted condolences. Somewhere along the way, Adam's best friend Jeff Hardy walked beside them. They got back to the locker room and Amy was made to stay outside; despite the assurance from several of the guys that she could go in to check on him, Adam had insisted that she stay away from him.

Amy leaned against the wall next to the door and eventually sunk down to the floor as she waited on him. She got a few concerned stares and one contemptuous laugh from Rhyno but she hardly noticed. Each time the door opened her head snapped up, hopeful that it would be her boyfriend. About an hour later, Adam finally emerged, flanked by Matt and Jeff Hardy.

"Let's go Amy," Adam said, voice a little icy for her own tastes.

She pulled herself up. "I still need to get my gear," she sound softly, her eyes staring into his intently.

A ragged sigh escaped the blonde's lips and he nodded. "Hurry up. I wanna get back to the hotel. I'm tired," he conceded.

As she headed for the women's locker room she mentally reminded herself that he'd had a hard night. He was just tired and sore from the unexpected chair blows. Surely he'd be back to his sweet self. They were planning on a nice weekend at her home where she would give in and let him make love to her. They just had to get through an autograph session tomorrow morning and with a nice restful sleep tonight he'd be much better by then.

~*~

Jeff and Matt had decided to head to a club downtown. They too were heading home for a peaceful weekend but wanted to celebrate their win against the Dudley Boyz. Amy was grateful they wouldn't be there. She took Adam's gear bag as well as her own up to the fifth floor.

Adam had barely said a word to her since they'd gotten into the cab at the arena. He hadn't looked at her since she'd gathered her things and met them at the exit to the arena. It started to become evident that something was wrong.

"Adam?" the redhead questioned. He merely grunted and kept his eyes on SportsCenter. "Adam, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?"

A thick silence filled the air, hanging around for five minutes. As soon as SportsCenter went to commercial he spoke, "Where the fuck were you tonight? I needed you out there."

"I…I'm sorry. I was talking to Trish when Rhyno…"

"Oh I see. Watching my match wasn't as important as talking to the ditzy blonde bitch," he scowled.

"No! It's not that. She was asking how you were doing," Amy quickly clarified. "I'm sorry. I should have been there. I let you down."

"Yeah you fucking did," Adam hissed back.

Silence fell again as the ESPN broadcast resumed. Tears were breaking from Amy's gold-flecked emerald eyes. She bit her lip and whispered, "I'm going to take a shower."

Again Adam's only response were a few grunts that held no words. Either he hadn't noticed that she was on the verge of tears or he didn't care. Surely he cared, she though, after all he'd professed his love for her not more than twenty-four hours ago.

Tears fell from her eyes as the water flooded over her body. He was right. She should have been there. She could have come in and stopped Rhyno, she'd done it for Matt and Jeff hundreds of times. She'd let him down, she'd let down the love of her life.

"Amy get out here," she heard through the fog in her head. She grabbed a towel and dried off. She pulled on a pair of boxers and a white tank top and with a towel wrapped around her head she emerged.

"Yeah…" she said but that was all she could say before Adam had her enveloped in a deep, warm kiss.

Her body shivered with pleasure and smiled to herself. Her concern was unneeded. Adam still loved her, he'd just been tired and distracted before. She let her hands wrap around his neck as their tongues tangled together.

Still as much as she loved this, something seemed off. His hands were much harder than they generally were during their make-out sessions. Soon she found herself gasping for air and trying to wriggle away from his intruding hands.

"Adam, stop honey," she whispered softly. "I told you I can't do this yet. I'm not ready…"

"You owe me something for fucking up my match," he grunted as he pulled at her tank top.

"Adam baby please, just wait a little longer," she begged softly, her mind telling her over and over that he'd never hurt her intentionally; he'd just gotten caught up in the moment.

She blinked and he'd ripped off her shirt and was pushing her back towards the bed. She now had a large lump lodged in her throat. This wasn't happening, Adam Copeland loved her as she loved him.

Tears fell from her eyes as he ripped off her boxers and moved to get his own off quickly. She opened her mouth to plead again but she couldn't find her voice, instead sobs were all she could utter.

As he started to move closer to her, now nude, she found her voice again. "NO! Adam, don't please," she begged with every part of her being. "I love you. Please don't do this to me."

Instead of doing what she so desperately begged him to do though, he slammed a powerful hand over her mouth, making it harder for her to breathe. She struggled as much as possible as he lowered down onto and into her. She was a strong woman by all accounts but she wasn't stronger than Adam.

Tears soaked her face, slipping through her tightly shut eyelids. In her mind she was still begging for him to stop but physically all that came out was soft whimpering and pain-filled yelps.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later to find Adam cleaning himself with a towel next to the bed. She curled up on the bed and shuttered when he sat down next to her. He softly wiped her tear stained face. He moved the hair out of her face.

"Get some rest baby. We're going home for a nice weekend tomorrow," he said softly, his old demeanor back. With those words he went into the bathroom.

As she heard the shower turn on, Amy crawled into a corner of the room. Without realizing it she'd taken along the remote control to the television. Absently she pushed the buttons, fresh tears now cascading down her cheeks. The television rested on MTV when she finally dropped the remote. As she shrank into herself, humiliated and violated she could hear Live's Lightening Crashes floating through the air.

~*~
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door


Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall


Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.


Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris,
Presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide

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