Weakness (Anyone)

"You stupid bitch!" He smacked her, "You aren't good for anything!"

Lucky shriveled into nothing, she wasn't fighting back, she knew better. A crowd had gathered in the hallway. He kneed her in the stomach and she left out a whimper. His attack didn't cease though, he just kept attacking her until a few superstars drug Heath off of her. Two other superstars helped Lucky off of the ground. Lucky walked away slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She avoided the stares she was getting from everyone. Lucky cringed when someone grabbed her wrist from behind, she turned around to see...

(Anyone???)

"Lucky what the Hell was that about?" Ashlyn asked strongly.
Ashlyn hadn't been at the WWE studio for ages, not since she got fired. She was only allowed their if supervised by someone i.e. her brother.

"it, it was nothing." she insisted

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow.
"I know what nothing is and that sure as Hell wasn't nothing."

"Well I'm fine." she said

"Lucky, you're bleeding, you're not OK...come on we'll go find Phil or someone to help."

"No, no. I'll be okay." she lied.

"Lucky, please stop talking and come with me."

She sighed, "Fine."

Ashlyn put her arm around Lucky and began trying to find first aid.
"He busted you up pretty bad."

She laughed abruptly, "That? That was nothing compared to other times."

"Other times? How long has this been happening? Does Phil know?"

"for, a little over 7 years. Why would Phil need to know?"

"Wow....just wow...now I'm definitely not one to talk to about relationship advise but....wow....and Phil cares about you he could help you!"

"I don't want to give him any trouble..."