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Paul Levesque gritted his teeth as he steered his rental car on the winding road like a madman.  He was certain there was trouble back at the hotel - after he'd fled Copeland and the redheaded bitch's room, he'd been sure they must have called the police on him.

He could not believe the woman had owned a gun, much less taken it out and actually held it out against him.  But he'd known there was no way she was going to shoot at him.  He'd watched Amy before, and although he hadn't been as diligent about it as he had whenever he kept his eye on Stephanie McMahon, he sensed what kind of person she was - most definitely not the type that would ever hurt another person unless in self-defense.  In his eyes, this was a weakness.  Had he had a gun, he would have shot Copeland right then and there and never blinked an eye.  He figured he would not have done the same to the redhead, but he certainly would have taken the opportunity to screw her into next week.

On that thought, Torrie Wilson's visage suddenly entered his mind.  The blonde woman had been horrified and distraught as he'd done what he'd wanted with her.  Paul found it odd that one night, she could be so permissive and receptive to everything he had done with and to her - and then the next, she was flat-out accusing him of rape.  The little blonde bitch.  He hoped he'd torn her as he'd been fucking her tiny brains out.

He'd picked up his cell phone a few minutes earlier in an attempt to reach Vince, but the older man hadn't answered his phone.  He had a feeling about that - a very bad one.

*

Torrie Wilson lay in her hospital bed, barely moving but awake.  She felt lower than she'd ever thought possible, her body aching.  The pain she'd felt had been excrutiating.  The doctor had told her she'd suffered some lacerations as a result of the rape, and she had some other small bruises - including one on her right cheekbone, and a sprained left wrist, which had occurred when Paul had brutally shoved her into the wall.

She wanted desperately to fall asleep and for the pain medication the nurse had given her to kick in, but so far, neither was happening.  The blonde knew the medicine would work, given a little time, but her mind would not allow her respite.

Torrie couldn't help feeling partly responsible for her fate, and that tore her up inside more than anything else - even more than the rape itself.  She had the reputation of messing around with other women's boyfriends, but this time, she had picked the wrong man.  She cursed herself for having been so stupid, so reckless.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she had been examined by a nurse, and they had administered a rape kit and given her a morning after pill to combat a would-be pregnancy.  Through it all, Torrie had remained silent.  Even when the nurse had been poking around down there, and had made contact with her torn inner flesh with some instrument, she hadn't uttered a single syllable.  She had grimaced at that moment, but she'd refused to speak.  The only time she had was when the woman tending to her had asked her direct questions.  And those had mostly been of the yes/no variety, so she had merely shaken her head or nodded.

The platinum blonde looked up as the same nurse who had examined her stepped into her room.  The woman was very kind and concerned, and had handled her very gently.  She looked to be in her mid-to-late forties and had warm brown eyes and was very mothering, which had helped Torrie to feel more comfortable in her humiliating ordeal.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sweetheart," the woman spoke as she inched closer to the bed.

The blonde didn't move except for turning her head to gaze quietly at the nurse.

"There are some people here to see you...I told them they couldn't see you unless you were all right with having visitors."

"Who?" Torrie murmured.  She really didn't feel up to seeing anyone at this time.  She felt like hell, physically and emotionally, and wasn't sure she could handle visitors.  At the moment, she wasn't sure she would even allow her best friend, or even her mom, to see her.

"One of them is Stephanie McMahon," the nurse replied.  "She insisted she see you - she says it's absolutely urgent."

The battered diva sighed, closing her blue eyes and turning her head away from the direction in which the other woman stood.  She supposed the brunette was there to lecture her, as she had witnessed the prelude of her affair with Paul Levesque just the other day.

"There is another young woman here to see you as well - a short blonde..."

Torrie's eyes opened, and she snapped her head back to stare at the older woman.  Instinctively, she knew that had to be Nora Greenwald.  Trish Stratus also fit the vague description the nurse had given, but she knew the Canadian woman was not the blonde in question.  It was then that she knew what she would do.

"I'll...I'll speak to her.  I'll see both of them," she said weakly.

The nurse stepped closer to the bed and gave the young woman's shoulder a gentle, almost loving squeeze.  "I'll send them in."

A moment later, Torrie found herself gazing up at Stephanie McMahon, and, directly behind her, looking a bit uncertain, Nora Greenwald.  Both women stared down at her with sympathy in their eyes.

*

Adam, Amy, Jay and Kurt all sat morosely in the hospital's waiting room.  They'd stayed behind while the nurse had brought Nora and Stephanie in to see the blonde who had been raped by the madman.

"That poor girl..." Amy breathed as she shook her head.  She placed one hand against her face as she imagined the fright Torrie had experienced when Levesque had gotten his huge hands on her.

She looked up as Adam gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.  She gave him a weak smile for a second, then rested her head against him.  She felt incredibly drained by all of the unbelievable events that had taken place in the last couple of days.  Paul Levesque was still out there somewhere - the police had stated they had been unable to locate him.  And no one had been able to track down the license plate number of his rental car, therefore not tracking his car, either.

"I can't believe it," Jay said as he shook his head.  He paced the small length of the waiting room nervously.  Although Torrie was the one in the hospital, he was feeling worried about Nora.  She had gone through the exact same humiliation at the hands of the same man the taller woman had, and he feared she might break down in the middle of all this.

"Well," Kurt said softly, "at least the problem of Mr. McMahon is taken care of...and if his own daughter testifies against him, he'll be in prison for a long, long time."

"Good riddance," the taller blond muttered as he stroked Amy's long red hair gently.  It was amazing - he'd always thought the boss was cool with him, especially after his relationship with Stephanie had ended.  He found it strange how a person could be one-hundred and eighty degrees wrong about something.

*

Nora winced as she pulled up the chair upon which she sat closer to Torrie's bed.  On the other side sat Stephanie McMahon.

The little blonde bit her lip in a desperate attempt to fight the tears that were threatening to escape her.  She didn't want the other woman to feel worse than she already did, and although she didn't know Torrie too well, she knew well enough that she would get angry if she thought she was being pitied.

Stephanie took it upon herself to speak first.  "Torrie..."

The blonde in the bed turned her head in the brunette's direction, meeting her large blue eyes, which were full of concern.

"Torrie, I have to apologize...I should have said something to you about Paul when I saw him flirting with you the other day..."

The woman gazed at Stephanie but didn't speak.

"...you see, I...I had my suspicions that he was up to something - something bad.  But I honestly had no idea he would ever hurt you."

Nora shifted her gaze to the brunette as she listened to the other woman's words.  Stephanie had suspected Paul of being up to something, as she had?

"I asked Kurt Angle to keep an eye on Paul," she continued.  "But I-"

Nora cut in, interrupting the brunette.  "Stephanie, none of this is your fault...if...if anyone is at fault, it's me."  Her voice nearly broke as she turned to the blonde diva.  "I am so sorry, Torrie," she said softly.  "So very sorry..."

The woman in the bed sighed softly as she met the petite blonde's anguished blue eyes.  "Nora...I am the one who should apologize...I slept with your man, even though I knew he was yours...So, why...why are you blaming yourself for this?"

"Because Paul is - was my boyfriend!  No matter what you did - even though you slept with him, you didn't deserve this!  And I know what he's capable of, Torrie..." she said softly, swallowing hard before continuing.  "...he did the same thing to me two nights ago...he...he raped me, too..."

Stephanie's eyes widened as she gaped at the woman, relieved that her gasp was inaudible.

Torrie shifted a bit in the bed, turning just slightly toward Nora, wincing a little as she did so.  "My God...he...he did that to you as well?"  Her blue eyes focused unwaveringly on the other blonde.

"Yes...it was horrible," Nora whispered.  "But I'm...leaving him.  And the police will catch him - he won't ever get to hurt any woman ever again."

Stephanie, who had remained silent as she'd listened to the other women in shock, felt her eyes welling with tears as Nora stood up to gently hug the other woman.  Torrie gingerly shifted a bit again as she held onto her.  They had a common bond, and they would get through this together.