Different

Chapter 1

"Yeah, I'm about to finish up with a couple of things in my office Aurora. How is your dad?"

"He's still asleep."

Stephanie's husband Paul "Triple H" Levesque is a legendary WWE wrestler as well as the COO of WWE. He recently had a heart attack and is now currently resting in the McMahon-Levesque residence along with the rest of the family. Although he is able to take business calls, Stephanie didn't allow any wrestlers to talk business because of his heart. This is because in a lifetime, you are only allowed to have a certain numbers of heart attacks. Whenever someone has a heart attack, the heart will end up having damage. In Paul's case and his age, Stephanie really watched out for him. She didn't want anything like this to ever happen again. She honestly thought that she nearly lost him. It made her sad at the thought of nearly losing him.

"When he wakes up, tell him that I love him."

After that sentence, Stephanie and Aurora promised to talk to each other later and later ended the call. Stephanie began to think to herself. Stephanie was now 45 and she worried herself about if she could wrestle again. She sure loved the business and was a very well acknowledged professor, but when it came to her character in the ring, she missed playing her. She smiled and reminisced about the decade and a half before leaving out of her office at Harvard University.

VERY GRAPHIC +18 ahead. You have been warned.

While walking to her suv (she drives her Rolls-Royce), she noticed that her vibe felt weird. Unlocking the door to her Rolls-Royce to put her briefcase in the backseat, she felt someone pushed her on the seat from the back...

Steph's POV

From that moment on, I felt my attacker pull on my suit jacket as I struggled to try to get away. I then managed to get away and run. I pulled off my Christian Louboutin shoes and ran. I then felt something sharp cut my right foot and I fell and cried in agony as blood was dripping out of my right foot. I stepped on a nail.... As soon as I had managed to pull the nail out of my foot, the attacker hit me in the head as I tried to compose myself as quickly as possible. He then pulled my jacket off as I struggled once more and then he ripped off my blouse, leaving me in my bra and pants. It wasn't long until he managed to pull down my pants and threw them into the wind. He quickly pulled my panties off and put them in his pocket. He then left me in my bra. Pulling out his handgun, he told me to take off my bra slowly. As I managed to take off my bra, like a lion in heat, he straddled me. He then pulled out his manhood and did the unthinkable....

*sighs*... After it was done, I couldn't help but to cry louder and scream as loud as I could.....

There was one word in my head that my inner voice kept screaming.

WHY???????

I sat there. A puddle of cum and blood was on the ground. Unfortunately, my own cum as well. I couldn't believe that my body would betray my heart and mind like this. I kept crying at the thought that I wasn't strong enough. The woman that used to slap people on TV was gone, at least for the time being.

After about maybe 30 minutes or so, I managed to grab pull myself together. I managed to put on my bra and pants and I drove myself to the nearest hospital.

At the hospital, I sat there anxiously. Luckily, a female doctor called me to the back to perform the rape kit. Of course, the kit was positive. As for my right foot, they put antibiotics and they wrapped my foot. They said after 3 weeks, it should be fully healed. I told the hospital to not disclose any information about what happened to my husband. I didn't want to trigger an episode, so I had a counselor to break it down for him properly. As a whole, I would begin counseling that next week. That my friend, was a tough one.

"So, Stephanie, um may I call you Stephanie?"

"Sure."

"Um, can you go back and tell me some of the events that lead up to the incident?"

I explained to him all of those events...

"Okay. Well, how are you mentally with your family?"

"Even closer. My cat Lucky continues to be very helpful. She allows me to pet her, pick her up, and even sleeps in the same bed with me. She's been very helpful."

"That's good. Pets are good to help with grief. Now, how are you feeling right now?"

"Tired, still in pain, but overall, I'm better than what I was. Somehow, by my family being here, I feel stronger."

"Okay. What I would like to do is I'll have you come in next week. Depending on how that appointment turns out, you may be able to call ahead and schedule appointments yourself whenever you see fit."

"Okay."

After that appointment, I went and I spent sometime in my gym. I looked at my equipment. I couldn't help but to use the punching bag in there. I then began to let out my anger and sadness into that one punching bag until Aurora stopped me.

"Mom, your body has went through an experience that not even I could relate to, but I do know that this isn't what your body needs right now. Please, go lay down and I'll fix you something to eat. How about that?"

I smiled at my eldest daughter. She was always my inner voice outside of my head. She's so much like me that she even resembles me.

That night, Paul held me as close as he could without hurting me. I couldn't help but cry in happiness because of the love and care that surrounds me. I wonder what the incoming events have to offer?