{Chapter 5}
Angela had grown tired of staying in Randy’s locker room. Whenever she ventured out she got looks from the other Divas and heard some of them whispering behind her back. Apparently Shane had been telling the truth about news traveling fast. It was enough to drive her mad. When Randy finally made his way to the Gorilla position for his match she made her way outside for some fresh air.
She leaned up against a wall, cursing the fact that she came outside without a jacket. Hugging her arms tightly around her body she tried to warm herself, not really wanting to head back inside and deal with everyone again. It was then that someone leaned up against the wall next to her.
Turning her gaze to the person she groaned. The Undertaker had joined her and was gazing down at her, his face unreadable. She thought about turning around and heading back into the building, but knew that he wouldn’t have approached her if he didn’t have something to say. It was best to let him have his say and get it over with.
“Kane tells me that you and that Orton kid got hitched,” he finally said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Angela didn’t know how to answer him. “Somethin’ tells me this wasn’t your idea.”
“Please,” was all she could muster. “I…Kane’s better off without me.” She attempted to walk away and Undertaker’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm. She winced as he grabbed her right where Randy had clamped down on her earlier. This didn’t go unnoticed as he arched a brow at her.
“What’d he threaten you with, Angela,” Undertaker asked softly, releasing his grip on her. He wanted her to stay and talk to him, but not at the expense of causing her physical pain.
“Just let it go,” she said, turning away from him so that he couldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “Please, just let it go.”
Undertaker gripped her shoulders gently and made her turn to face him. A few stray tears slipped down her cheeks. “Angela, I ain’t gonna lie to you. What you said hurt Kane. After all the shit he’s been through with women when he told me about what happened I knew I had to talk to you. Orton forced this marriage onto you, didn’t he?”
Angela didn’t reply. She simply hung her head, the tears slipping down her cheeks faster now. He was trying to keep his temper in check, but Angela was making it hard to do. He grabbed her arm and rolled up the sleeve of her shirt revealing the angry purple hand mark that marred her flesh.
“He did this to you,” Undertaker said. “Who knows what else he’ll do before he’s done with you. Talk to me. I can help.”
Angela wrenched her arm free, her eyes darting up to meet his. “You can’t,” she said. “You can’t help. No one can.” With that she headed back into the building.
Undertaker watched her go. He knew for certain that Orton had trapped her into this marriage somehow. Now the question was how to get her away from him. He was usually wary of any woman Kane showed an interest in, but Angela had been different. She made his brother happy and he would be damned if he let Orton take that from Kane.
He made his way back into the building and headed toward Kane’s locker room. Shane McMahon scurried past him on his way out, looking like he had seen a demon and just barely made it out alive. Moments later he heard Kane tearing apart the place, growling loudly.
“Must have been somethin’ good,” Undertaker muttered as he pushed the door open. Poking his head in he saw the room in total disarray. Kane stood leaning against the wall with one hand, panting heavily. “I take it Boy Wonder brought you some happy news and you just had to celebrate.”
Kane glared at him and growled low in his throat. “The son of a bitch had the balls to suggest making this f*cking shit into a storyline,” he grumbled. He kicked a locker, denting it with his large foot.
“I see,” Undertaker said slowly. “Kane, think of it this way, you get a title shot, right?” Kane nodded. “You’ll have Orton in that ring, right?” Kane again nodded. “Why not take out a little of your frustrations on him while you’re in there?”
Kane smiled at these words. “I never thought of it that way,” he said. “You really know how to put things in perspective, ‘Taker. Thanks.” He righted an overturned chair and sat down preparing for his match that night.
Undertaker watched him a few moments before speaking up. “So, I spoke to Angela,” he finally said. Kane looked up at him, not at all happy with this news. “She wouldn’t say anythin’.” Kane grunted and went back to lacing up his boots. “Of course even a blind man could see that she’s been forced into this marriage.”
Kane shook his head. “Just let it go,” he grumbled as he stood adjusting his elbow pads.
“I know what she said to you, Kane. She’s one hell of a little actress. She can turn it on whenever the need arises. I’m tellin’ ya what I saw, Kane. She’s scared of Orton and with good reason. He’s been abusin’ her. The evidence is as plain as the handprint on her damn arm.”
Kane turned his back on his brother and squeezed his eyes shut. It would be so much easier if he could just believe that she left him for Orton. At least then he could hate her and not give a damn about what happened to her.
“Why should I give a flying f*ck,” he finally said facing Undertaker, his eyes cold. “She made her bed and now she has to lie in it.”
“I thought you cared about this girl,” Undertaker growled. Kane’s apathy was annoying him. “Thought you said she was someone special. Someone you could finally give your heart to.”
Kane grabbed his brother by the shirt collar and pinned him up against the wall. “That was before she showed her true colors and snuck off to marry Orton,” he growled. He released Undertaker and stalked out of the locker room.
Undertaker smirked and shook his head. “Say what you want, Kane,” he muttered to the empty room. “You can’t hide the fact that you still care about her.”
~*~
Angela stared at her reflection in the ladies room mirror. She had covered up the bruise on her cheek with make up, but she knew it was there. The tears had finally subsided, though she still felt like crying. She wondered if she’d ever feel happiness again.
With a sigh she splashed some cold water on her face, dabbing a wet paper towel over her puffy eyes. She realized it was no use. The puffiness would go away in time, but for now there was nothing she could do.
Heading out into the hall she collided with someone. “Angie,” Edge said catching her before she could hit the ground. She winced when he grabbed her by her bruised arm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said pulling free from him. “I should go. Randy will be wondering where I got off to if I’m not there when he gets back.”
“Angie,” Edge said stopping her from walking away. “Is he hurting you?” It bothered him that she had winced when he grabbed her arm. When she didn’t answer him he grabbed her wrist and saw the bruises from the night before. They were light, but still there. He then rolled up the sleeve to reveal the handprint. Edge groaned seeing this. “Why, Angie? Why marry him? Why be with him if he’s doing this to you?”
“I…I have no choice,” she said sniffling. “Just…don’t worry about me, Edge.” With that she hurried down the hall. She had seen Randy making his way back to the locker room and he didn’t look happy at all.
She made it to the door just as he did. “Where the hell have you been,” he demanded.
“Ladies room,” she murmured following him into the locker room. “How did your match go?”
“How do you think,” he demanded tossing his title onto the couch and pulling his elbow pads off, tossing them aside too. “Fucking Hardy! I swear that motherfucker Swantons me one more fucking time I’m gonna shave his rainbow fucking head.” He grimaced as he rubbed his neck.
“Jeff doesn’t do anything to purposely hurt anyone, Randy,” Angela said softly.
Randy glared at her. “Yeah, well maybe there should be a little ‘accident’ next time I RKO him.” He snorted. “Would serve him right. Son of a bitch could have really hurt me.”
Angela sighed, knowing it would be better to just let him talk. “Why…why don’t you let me rub that for you,” she asked seeing him rotating his neck and shoulder. Jeff’s Swanton had obviously done something to him.
Randy smiled and nodded, sitting down so that she could rub his neck and shoulder. She began to gently massage him and he groaned, loving the attention. “Thanks, baby, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said placing a hand over hers.
Gently he pulled her into his lap, looking into her eyes. “I can’t believe that you’re all mine,” he said softly before bringing his lips to hers.
She resisted at first, but soon realized that it would be pointless. He was stronger than she was and would no doubt hurt her if she refused him. She gave in to the kiss, detaching herself. She let her mind wander, forgetting the prison she was in even for just a short while.
Randy broke the kiss moments later, smiling wide. “I love you, Angie,” he said softly, kissing the tip of her nose. With that he set her back on her feet and headed in to take a shower before leaving for the night.
Angela stared after him. The words had seemed so heartfelt that she almost wanted to believe them. She was so confused. One moment he was hurting her and the next loving. She was starting to wonder if Randy had developed multiple personalities or something. His behavior confused her and the more confused she got the more it frightened her.
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