WWE: Three Wrestlers and a Baby ~BOOK ONE~

Trapped...But This Time For Real

I could hear footsteps all along the floor. I couldn’t tell how many people were really in the room. As all the guys finally appeared in my sight, I noticed that they all looked the same.

All these men were large and buff, almost as if they spent their entire lives working out.

Just then, the lights turned on in the room. The shades in the window were shut completely, but the neon light was just barely visible.

With the light on, I was able to look more closely around the room. I saw a small cage in the corner of the room with a small blanket covering most of it. In another corner there was a dirty, grunge mattress that was covered with garbage. Then I looked at the door. They saw my eyes because a few guys quickly stepped in front of it.

I looked at every single one of those men, and as I was turned around, I was struck from behind.

I blacked out when I was hit, but I woke up strapped into a chair. I was near a wall, but I was in the same room. I was near the cage in the corner, far away from the door.

“She’s awake guys.” The large man who attacked Eve out in the hall, was standing in front of me.

I scoffed at him, and he backhanded me across the face. This wasn’t just some asshole like I deal with on a daily basis, this guy was deep in some gang or something, and he wasn’t playing around with small irritating motions…and unfortunately for me, I was a small irritating bitch.

I didn’t look back up at him.

“Listen,” he said. I slowly brought my eyes up to look at him. “We have your kid, and we’re gonna give him back to you. But we’re keeping you.” A smile slid across his face.

I chuckled to myself, knowing that I could possibly get hit either way. “How can you give me back my son, but keep me? Wouldn’t that be redundant?” My head was still down. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing him my face.

There were loud pounds coming from the door, and I could tell that Randy was trying to push open the door. But there were two men still standing in front of the door, trying to do everything they could to keep it shut.

The large man in front of me knelt down beside me. He made me look at him with his large hand under my chin. “We’re not giving your son back to you…we’re giving him back to his father.”

I was pissed. Alex didn’t have a father. Well he did, but his father doesn’t even know about him. Plus, Alex doesn’t need anyone else. He needs me! I’m the only one who knows how to take care of him.

“I want my son back,” I demanded boldly.

The large man laughed and snapped his finger. Another large man behind him removed the small blanket off the cage, and my jaw dropped.

“Mommy!” I looked into my son’s face, and he was crying inside the small cage. My heart sank so deep in my chest just seeing this.

One of the shorter men was standing by the window. I looked at him as he started panicking.

“What the hell is wrong with you Rafael?” The large men stood up and walked over to the window. “Shit, cops. Come on guys, you know the drill, let’s get going.” He pointed at the two men by the door. “You two, keep the tramp and the dad outside away as we get by. Let’s get to the underground tunnels before the cops get in here. We don’t have much time.”

Everyone in the room scrambled. One of the men opened the cage and grabbed my son by the arm, dragging him out and then carrying him out into the hallway. I was being unstrapped and then picked up and thrown over another guy’s shoulder. I kicked and punched at him the most I could as we traveled down the hallway.

As we walked along the hallway, I saw Eve and Randy being held against the wall. “Randy!” I screamed. We made eye contact and he watched me get carried away.

As we reached the stairs, there was a large commotion coming from around the corner, and then I saw Randy running towards us. My mind jumped for joy as I tried to strategically kick my way out of this man’s arms. I was hearing glass break and wood snap, and I could only imagine what was really going on.

Finally I bit into this man’s shoulder. It was nasty, but he dropped me. I scrambled to get away, but he grabbed my leg.

“Get off of me!” I screamed as I kicked more and more. Finally I rolled onto my back and kicked him square in the face. He fell backwards, down the stairs. The other men that were originally behind us, were taken down by Randy. I scanned the other men scurrying down another flight of stairs. They still had my son.

I sat there at the top of the staircase, trying to think of what I could do to get to them.

“Gem are you okay?”

I turned around and Randy was walking towards me.

“Yeah, are you?”

He nodded. “Let’s go, we gotta follow them to see where they’re going. The cops are outside. They can’t get far.”

I nodded and we raced down the steps. Eve was following us too.

We followed all the men down three more flights of stairs, before we ran down a long corridor. There was a long tunnel, and we could hear their echoes coming from down there.

There was only one problem. It was pitch dark, and I was afraid to continue. I needed to get my son back. I stood still at the beginning of the tunnel.

“Everything alright?”

I looked up at Randy and I didn’t speak. He could sense something wrong with me…but I stared back down the tunnel. The voices were starting to fade, which meant they were running and getting away faster and faster.

I looked back at Randy and I could see Eve trying to climb all over him, trying to grab his arm, and trying to get him to put his arm around her.

I gulped. “Okay I’ll admit it…I’m scared.”

Randy held out his hand, and I grabbed it quickly, before Eve thought she could. “Gem it’s okay. I grabbed a flashlight from one of the assholes upstairs. But we need to hurry before we lose their voices.”

I nodded. “Gem…” I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at me. “I’m here, nothing’s gonna happen.” I matched his smile and we took off down the hallway. Randy pushed Eve behind, and she stayed there, screaming at us as we got farther and farther away.

“RANDY! DON’T EXPECT ME TO WAIT FOR YOU TO GET BACK!” I laughed to myself as I erased Eve from my mind. I focused on finding my son…after I focused on not being scared of the dark.