Fight For You (A WWE fanfic) (Sheamus/Randy Orton Fanfic)

Chapter Five

I looked up and the first thing I saw were the striking green eyes.

"A- Adam! Wh- what are you, doing here, I thought you were, r-retired!" I said shakily, tears sliding down my cheeks, my other hand over the bleeding area on my face.

"I came back to visit, but why are you crying and why is your face bloody, and your hands?! Who did it?!" Adam (Edge) was yelling, but in a concerned way.

"It.. It was Randy, he slapped me, I think he's jealous of Stephen but I don't know I just need to go I-" Adam cut me off.

"Bella where's Randy. Where is he tell me!" Adam's voice was cracking. I pulled my bandana off of my wrist, and wiped away my blood and tears.

"Adam please don't you cry too.." I said, looking in those big green eyes as they filled with tears. He was always crazily protective of me, awkwardly. He never let anything happen to me and if someone laid their hands on me outside the ring, he was the one to make sure they went through hell for it afterwards.

"Bella, please! Just tell me!" He said, grasping my shoulders. A tear fell down his face.

"Adam, don't touch him. He's got issues, and he could hurt you. You are in no condition to fight, I don't want your neck getting worse again. You can't fight. Just don't touch him, he'll hurt you. He's one hell of a lying beast.." I wiped a tear from his face as I held my bandana against my bleeding face.

"Bella, I don't care about my neck where the hell is that bastard?!" Adam yelled, still concerned.

"Adam, let it go. Please. I'll be fine. Steve can take care of it later. Just let it go. You can't have yourself getting hurt again. Just please, I'll take care of it. Trust me Adam, it's okay."

"Fine Bella." He answered.

"I better go clean my face up, I'll see you later Adam." I hugged my close friend, and walked down the hallway to my hotel room. Steve was waiting for me on the couch.

"Bella! What happened to your face, was it Randy because if it was I'm gonna-" I cut Steve off.

"Stephen. Stop. Let it go. I'm done with Randy. Just please, stop. Don't touch him, he could hurt you okay, he's a beast. Let him alone." I looked into the mirror at my face. The only mark I had was on the side of my lip, which continued to bleed. I picked up a towel and cleaned my face off. Good thing the hotel towels were black and not the usual white..

"Bella, but your face!" Stephen said, coming inside the bathroom.

"I know okay! Just don't go near him! You're already hurt enough, and I'm not letting anything happen to you too!" I was practically yelling at him, because I was so concerned he would make the wrong decision.

"Bella he can't just hurt you like that and get away with it!"

"Stephen! Just stop! I'll be fine okay? I already told you, I'm freaking done with Randy! Just let him alone before he gives you more than a fractured shoulder and welts from a damn belt, okay?! You're so freaking stubborn!" I yelled at him. Shit. I probably busted up his soft Irish heart.

"I.. Fine." Stephen said as he walked away, brushing his hand through his hair.

I finally stopped the bleeding on my lip and left the bathroom. My face felt funny from the swelling, and I almost thought if Steve saw me this way he would be literally disgusted and want to leave. But I once again could not find him. I searched through the kitchen, the living room, bedrooms, everywhere. I left and checked the whole hotel, no Steve. He was nowhere inside the building, no other superstars rooms. Hell, I even checked Kane's room.