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Vince gaped at the small crowd just outside, his eyes wide with anger and disbelief.

"Get your hands off her!" Kurt Angle shouted, stepping in and reaching out as if he might take a swing at the boss.  Instead, he held a hand out to Stephanie.  The brunette grabbed hold of him, and she collapsed against Kurt, sobbing in his arms.  The Olympian rocked her back and forth a little, soothing her.

"Sir...you have a right to remain silent..." one of the uniformed police officers began.  Another entered the suite and began placing a pair of handcuffs on Vince, pushing his hands behind his back.

"What the hell is this?" the enraged man bellowed.  "You people can't just barge into my suite like this!  I know my rights!"  He glared at the first officer murderously.  "You don't have a warrant..."

"Actually, sir...yes, we do..."  The man held up a piece of paper, showing it to him.

Vince's eyes went wide.  "What the-"  Too shocked to continue, he cut off his own sentence.  He wondered how in the hell they'd known - and who had ratted him out by turning him in.  The bastards - whoever they were, he would make them pay with their lives.  As Stephanie continued to sob against Kurt Angle's shoulder, the boss suddenly caught sight of the pair behind them...

...Copeland and Amy Dumas.  Paying no heed to the redhead, he nearly growled at the tall Canadian.

"You miserable son of a bitch!  I should have killed you myself when I had the chance!  You defiled my daughter, and then you had the audacity to leave her?!"

Stephanie gently pulled herself out of Angle's arms and came to stand directly in front of her father, whose wrists were now securely cuffed.  She glared at him in disgust for a beat, then, in a dangerously low voice, hissed, "Shut up..."  Then, using all the force she could muster, the brunette slapped the evil man across the face.  He seemed shocked as he stared at her wordlessly.

"You make me sick!" Stephanie spat.  "You put Paul with me for the sake of the storylines, yet you knew what kind of person he was!  Unstable - just like you, Dad!"  She began to shake in not only all her fury, but in shock as well.  Mostly everyone, although they hadn't done anything to stop it, knew that Paul was verbally and emotionally abusive toward his girlfriend, Nora Greenwald.  She realized how lucky she'd been that the man had never attacked her - in those ways or physically.

Stephanie's shaking lessened a bit as she felt Kurt put a protective arm around her waist, pulling her away from her father.

"Oh, God..."

Stephanie turned to gaze into Angle's worried face.

"Steph, I almost forgot...I have to tell you something..."  He steered her away from the spectacle of Vince McMahon, and, keeping his arm securely around her, he spoke softly.  "Torrie Wilson was the one who called the police..."

"On my father?"

"No...Stephanie," he said seriously as he gazed into her concerned face, "Torrie was raped tonight."

The brunette's eyes widened in shock, and her jaw dropped as well.  "Oh, my God..." she breathed, putting the pieces of this together.  "Paul...?"

"Yes...that's what she said."

"Oh, God!" the young woman cried.  She broke away from Kurt and quickly approached one of the police officers.

"Excuse me..."  When the cop turned toward her, she said, "The woman who was raped...where...where is she now?"

"She's been taken to a hospital," the man answered.

Stephanie promptly asked him for the name and location of the institution Torrie had been brought to.  She thanked him in a voice so strong it surprised her.

"I...have to see her," she told Angle, Adam and Amy when she rejoined them.  She pressed one hand against her forehead.  "Oh, my God..."  She turned her head toward her father, her face showing nothing but contempt for him.  He was shouting at the top of his lungs as the police were now escorting him down the hallway to their squad car - and to the police station and jail.

"You won't get away with this!  You people haven't heard the last from me!!!"

*

Jay suddenly awoke to the sound of knocking on his hotel room door.  Opening his eyes to mere slits, he peered toward the door, shifting his eyes down to the woman in his arms.  Nora appeared to be still asleep.  Although he couldn't see her face, as her back was to him, her breathing sounded as though she was still sleeping.

"Oh, hell," the blond man muttered under his breath.  He didn't want to move, for he didn't want to disturb Nora, and judging by the looks of the meager light filtering into the room, it was still the wee hours of the morning.

"Jay?"  The blonde suddenly sat up in bed, twisting around a bit to gaze sleepily up into his face.  "Someone's at the door..."

"I didn't want to wake you," he whispered.

"I've been awake for the last couple of minutes," she admitted.  "Go find out who it is."

He raked a hand through his long hair and stepped over to the door, yawning.  "Who is it?"

"Jay, it's me," Adam's voice called from the other side.  "And Amy, too."

The Canadian instantly yanked the door open, and his best friend and the redhead stepped inside.

"What's going on, Adam?" Jay asked as he noticed the grave expressions on both their faces.

"A lot, actually," he said.  "Paul Levesque came into our room to attack me - he's the one who's been gunning for me all along...and Vince was behind the whole thing!  He's crazy, Jay...the police just carted his ass off to jail."

"Oh, my God!"  The shorter man's blue eyes widened in shocked disbelief as he absorbed everything Adam had just told him.  He glanced over at Nora, who was now sitting up in the bed.

Amy met the blonde woman's shocked eyes, a bit of surprise going through her at seeing Nora in Jay's hotel room bed.  Evidently, Adam was so distracted by all the unbelievable events that had occurred that he hadn't even realized she was there.

"Oh, God!"  Nora's hand flew up to her mouth as she realized that her earlier suspicions had been correct - she had suspected that Paul might have been involved in all this when Amy had said the person in question was a cold, calculating, sadistic son of a bitch.  She supposed it was stupid, but she couldn't help feeling responsible.  And then she felt even worse when she heard Adam's next words.

"Torrie Wilson was the one who called the police," the tall blond man explained.  "Paul raped her earlier tonight...she's in the hospital now.  Stephanie-"

"What?!"

They all turned to the blonde diva, who was suddenly shaking her head as if to deny everything she'd just heard.  She had risen from the bed and now stepped over to the rest of them.  "Oh, God...it's my fault!  It's all my fault!"

"Nora, don't be ridiculous," Jay said gently as he put an arm around her, pulling her against him.  "You didn't-"

"I...I thought it might be Paul that was after Adam!" she cried frantically.  "I should have stepped up and said something!"

"But you didn't know," the blond protested in a gentle voice.

Nora shook her head.  "It doesn't matter," she said, her voice dramatically decreasing in volume.  "Paul raped Torrie...I...oh, God...I have to see her - speak to her."

"Okay," Jay said as he gently rubbed her back.  "We'll get dressed and we'll find out where this hospital is...we'll go to see her.  Okay, Nora?"

The blonde nodded, her facial expression heartbreaking in its level of sadness.