A/N: I probably shouldn't be starting a new story since I have another in progress but this idea will not leave me alone and a good friend of mine encouraged me to (thanks, Mikki) write it. I hope you guys enjoy this. Here we go.

After a disastrous night with Wade, Paige slowly puts her clothes back on her naked body, hissing with every movement. It was getting harder to cover the bruises and she's well aware of it; but the fear of him doing something far worse to someone she cares for takes precedence over her own safety. She hates being like one of those women who stick around even though they know they need to leave.

When he rolls over to see her trying to leave as quickly as he jumped her bones, he groans out. "You don't want to snuggle?" He reaches out to grab her already swollen arm and she cries out when even the most ginger touch tickles her skin. "Why do you have to make me do this to you?" He slowly traces the bruises on her arm, acting as though she's to blame for all this. "If you just listened to me, you'd be fine and you wouldn't scared of me. I'm not the bad guy here."

It's hard to put up a fight and flat out tell him that he's the one who needs the help, but she knows what'll ensue afterwards. The more she can avoid his hits, the better off she is. At one point in their relationship, Paige really did love him. But after that first hit, that first slap across the face, she realized just how dark he really was. Now she's stuck in a loveless relationship and there's nothing she can do about it without there being repercussions.

Not to mention, his father is one of the most powerful men in Manhattan so Wade would most likely be protected and he would have leeway to strike again. It's inevitable that she's screwed until he gets bored with her, which at this time seems like he never will.

"Look, I've got exams to study for. I'd love to stay and snuggle but I have to pass otherwise I'll fail. And if I fail, I lose my scholarship. Not all of us have a father who's willing to pay their child's way into any college they want." She hates how affectionate she has to sound when all she really wants to do is give him the finger and say sayonara.

"I don't get why your father just won't give you the money so that you can have a little bit of fun. You're so tense all the time." He says in that condescending tone of his. "You have the money. What's the big deal?"

Turning to give him the evil eye, the British woman stops in her quest to lace up her heels. "Wade, aren't you tired of coasting off of your father's money? Don't you want to earn something because you actually tried?"

When he gets up from his bed, draping himself in nothing but his sheet, Paige backs away a bit, unsure of what he's going to do. She regrets this decision immediately once she realizes she's now up against the wall and there's nowhere for her to go. It's obvious that Wade likes being the one in control when it comes to their relationship because once he takes in how she's recoiled, he just laughs.

He's absolutely thrilled to see the fear in her eyes, how terrified she is. She can't help but wonder what happened to this once sweet soul that made him so mean, so heartless. Boldly, she reaches up and caresses his face, unsure of why she's even doing this; maybe it's because she knows there's a part of him deep inside that wishes he could fix things with them.

Being sweet, however, doesn't help her when he raises his hand and slaps her across her face – she can't cry out because she's so used to it so much that she can't even feel it. When she doesn't react, he gets frustrated even more than before, pulls her by her hair and throws her on his bed, ripping her clothes that she had just put back on, nearly shredding them.

"Stop!" Finally, she cries out when he starts to get aggressive in his assault. "Stop! Help!" She's screaming out, hoping someone in the hallway will hear her and come to her aid. It's futile when he turns on the radio besides the bed and blares it to where the only thing their fellow classmates can hear is the loud music emanating from his room.

"You want to talk back? I'll show you." He grunts as he unwraps himself to where he's back to being in the nude before taking his attack one step further when he forces himself inside her despite her protest. She's still fighting underneath him, trying her best to wriggle free, but it's a failed attempt seeing as he's much bigger than she is.

Eventually, it's over and she can't calm herself down when Wade rolls off of her and falls asleep beside her. Covering her eyes, she silently sobs as she tries to figure out how to get back to her dorm without anyone else seeing her. Grabbing her leather jacket, it's enough to cover her and she quietly creeps out until she finally breaks down once she's outside the door.

Sliding down the door, she just sits there pondering whether it's safe to go back to her dorm without Summer being there to ask her what happened – she knows the blonde's not stupid and is easily aware of what's going on, but she can't bring herself to say it out loud. Her question gets answered a beat later when Summer Rae and her friend Alicia Fox come trundling down the hallway, stopping in their tracks when they see the battered image of Paige.

"Oh my God," Summer says, racing over to her friend, crouching down beside her. "What did he do?"

Unable to spit the words out, Paige pinches the bridge of her nose before crying even harder, thankful that her cries are muffled by Summer when the blonde cradles her in her arms, trying her hardest to stop herself from going in there and killing the man who did this to her friend.

It takes both Alicia and Summer to get the British woman to her feet, listening as she whines in pain with each step she takes; along the way, they get glared at by curious bystanders but they simply ignore it and help escort Paige back to the comfort of her dorm room.

After a much-needed shower and a fresh change of clothes, Summer helps her friend get into bed and stays by her side the entire night – this relationship with Wade was going to be the death of Paige unless a miracle happened.

Something big needed to happen. Soon.

Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose find themselves on the receiving end of an ass chewing from their supervisor, the latter slightly more amused than the former; folding his arms over his chest, the shaggy-haired man chews his gum nonchalantly like getting in trouble is the least of his troubles. It's what he's known for.

"You guys completely fucked up this case. I should've known better than letting two rookies with absolutely no experience get in on this. Rollins, you're lucky that I was friends with your father or your ass would be gone. And Ambrose, you're barely holding onto your job by a thread."

"Sir, it was an accident. We had Carey right in our grasp. With all due respect, had you guys not reigned in on this one, we would have had him." Seth speaks up after getting yelled at for the last two hours.

"You have some audacity blaming everyone else but yourself for this – you two have one last chance to prove to me that you're not lost causes. If you fuck up again, you're gone. Now get out of my office."

Staying true to his badass nature, Dean simply looks down his boss. "It's true. We were getting somewhere with Carey before Reigns stupidly called in for backup. Just because he's your favorite doesn't mean that you can treat Seth and I this way. It was his judgment call that fucked everyone over."

Slapping his forehead, Seth grabs Dean before their boss can fire him for about the tenth time – if he wasn't good at certain things, he would've been gone permanently already. Apologizing to the captain, Seth pushes Dean once they're outside the office. "You could've been fired."

"It's not like it'd be the first time. Levesque can't get away with treating us rookies like that just because he has his head so far up Reigns ass," he says as they walk past some of their co-workers who are all glaring them down. "Take a picture," Dean comments to one of Reigns' friends, knowing damn well what the remark could possibly do.

Exiting the building, the two men walk down the streets of Manhattan – Seth's grateful that he's getting one more chance to prove that he has what it takes to do this job. Being twenty-four with limited job experience wasn't exactly what other employers were looking for. Dean, however, didn't really give a shit. The only reason he's a cop is because he was forced into it when his father threatened to send him to Military school after her barely graduated high school.

"Don't you get it, Seth? Those assholes want us to fail. They know that once we have what it takes to be amazing cops, we're going to surpass all those jerks; they don't want to be upped by two rookies. Come on, you know we had Carey. Reigns saw us getting somewhere and purposely sabotaged us."

It's frustrating for the two-toned hair guy to be good friends with a guy who's cynical ninety-nine percent of the time. Although he usually has a reason to be that way, Seth can't help but wonder if him and Dean weren't partners so-to-speak if he'd have an easier time fitting in.

"Regardless, Dean, we have to suck it up and deal with it. We can't just state our opinions because they've wronged us. Our time will come when we can throw it in their face that they were wrong about them."

"Give me a break with that sanctimonious crap. You're too nice to be a cop. Where are your balls, man? Where's the Seth Rollins that I grew up with?" Dean's irritated with how much of a pushover Seth is – it's the reason as to why everyone takes advantage of him. He never defends himself.

"Hey, I'm right here. Just because I don't speak my mind like you do doesn't mean I'm too nice. Has it occurred to you that maybe you're just an asshole and an even bigger one when someone attacks you?"

"And how is that a problem? Being nice gets you nowhere in life. Sorry to say that, but you are screwed, my friend. Take it from me when I say that; I used to be nice. Then people started pissing me off and my whole entire attitude changed."

Rolling his eyes at Dean, Seth opts not to say anything, realizing that he won't win this debate – if Dean's good at one thing, it's arguing his case. And Seth doesn't want to take that away from him. Everyone needs at least one thing to feel proud about in their life.

As they enter their apartment, Dean heads straight for the fridge to pull out a couple of beers for him and Seth, while the latter sits comfortably on the couch, shutting his eyes for a few seconds to catch up on the sleep he's been missing out on because of putting all of his energy in the case. He's pissed because he knows that Reigns did in fact sabotage him and Dean but he can't figure out why.

Refusing to think about it any further, Seth jolts awake when his friend taps him on the shoulder to offer him his drink, nearly knocking it out of Dean's hand; feeling the buzzing in his pocket, he pulls it out and stares at it momentarily. "Why can't she leave me alone?"

"Let me guess – AJ? You know we have got to stop dating girls who are friends with each other. Kaitlyn keeps bugging me too, asking when we're going out again. It was one date, for God's sake. Besides, we've got bigger things to stress about than two girls wanting to be more than friends."

"If we hadn't hooked up, they probably wouldn't be as clingy – I think I'm just going to text AJ with the we're better off as friends shtick. Maybe that'll get her to stop." Tapping out the message to the exuberant woman, it's shortly after when Seth changes his demeanor. "She just told me to fuck myself. What a classy lady."

Sitting down beside his friend, Dean swigs down his beer, completely devoid of any kind of emotion whatsoever. He's the type of person who refuses to let feelings get in the way of the big picture; is this all his life has become? Work all day and then come home and drink beers only to fall asleep, then wake up and repeat it all over again? It's not his first choice.

"I swear, the next case we get, we better go big or I'm walking. We've been there almost two years and they're barely giving us cases to work on. What kind of bullshit is that?"

"Be patient, my friend. Just be patient." Seth laughs at his friend, merely shaking off the fact that he kind of feels the same way too, except he doesn't want to quit.

The only thing Seth Rollins has is the fact that he's at his dream job, doing what he loves. But why is it so much harder than what he initially thought? Something needs to change quickly to make him stay. Soon.

Paige and Summer are awaken by the sound of Wade's voice billowing outside their door, demanding to be let in; after tonight's incident, the British woman is in no mood to talk and simply shouts that she'll call him in the morning; Wade, however, doesn't take no for an answer, banging even harder than before. "Let me in before I hurt you."

"Wade, haven't you done enough damage for tonight?" Summer finally pipes up, fed up with the abusive man. Walking over to the door, she opens it and lets him come inside. "I'm only doing this to prevent a scene. Make it fast. Paige, I'll be right across the hall at Alicia's. Holler if you need me." She gives her friend those bulging eyes of hers.

Once Paige and Wade are alone, he briskly walks over to her, glowering at her. "Let me guess, you told Summer your sob story of how I hurt you. I bet you don't tell her how you start fights."

"Wade, it's late and I'm tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No, we can talk about this now." He once again grabs her by the arm. "Where'd you go? You left after we had sex."

Paige is at her wits end. She knows they'll be repercussions for her smart mouth but she's had it. "You raped me and expected me to hang around? You really are crazy." With the remark comes a slap. "Is that the best you can do, Wade? Do you feel like a man when you hit me?" And another one. Paige simply laughs.

The laughter gets under Wade's skin and he wraps both his hands around her neck and starts choking her; now Paige is scared. She can't cry out for help because her airwaves are being cut off – remembering all those self defense classes she took, she knees him in his special place and he lets go momentarily, only now he's angrier than before.

When she tries to open up the door to leave, Wade's one step behind her, pulling her back by her hair before slamming her to the ground. "You think it's funny?" Pulling out his pocketknife, he presses the cold metal up against the side of her face before slowly cutting her. She cries out loud enough that it brings pleasure to him.

Right as he's about to do it again, he falls to the ground after being smacked over the head with a bottle of wine, Alicia and Summer standing over him. The bottle in Alicia's hand is now broken, glass on the floor, completely shattered. "Oh my God! What did I do?"

Paige is too shaken up to remotely crawl over to check on her boyfriend so the blonde woman does. When she feels for his pulse, she covers her mouth. "He's dead."

"What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Get rid of the body," Paige speaks up. "We can't go to the police and say it was self defense – his father is a powerful man and he'll destroy us. Our only choice is to make it look like Wade was never here. If someone else finds him, they won't know where to begin." Wiping the blood off her face, she hugs Alicia. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

But the African American is in shock of what she has done to reciprocate the embrace and merely nods her head. "How do we do this without anyone seeing us?"

Paige, Summer and Alicia spend several hours conjuring up a plan on how to be discreet and where to take him, going over every detail perfectly. But they have no idea what's in store for them when it comes to keeping secrets. They're about to find out.