Teach Me How to Love

The Piece of Me I Wish I Didn't Needs

She managed to get better before Sunday, which was the Over The Limit pay-per-view. She had also managed to pass her cold off to Mike, who was not pleased, considering he was in a Battle Royal tonight and a match with Brodus Clay.

"I hate you sooooo much right now, you know that?" he said, sounding stuffy

"I'm so sorry, Mike." Yelena apologized, offering him a bottle of orange juice. He snatched it out of her hand playfully. He downed the whole thing and tossed the empty bottle into a nearby trash can. She hugged him around the waist tightly

"Hey, come on. Enough of the affection, shrimp. I have a rep to keep up around here."

"I'm sorry I got you sick." she said squeezing him

"It's okay." he finally said, squeezing her back

"Good! Now pose for the camera." she said, pulling out her IPhone. He rolled his eyes as she played with the filters and he posed nonchalantly.

"Nice." she said, posting it. Her alerts popped up instantly and she saw that there were already over three hundred likes "Your 'Mizfits' are taking over my notifications already and the picture hasn't even been up thirty seconds yet."

"What can I say? I'm AWWWWWWESOOOOOME" he yelled loudly, followed by a cough. He shot her a dirty look and she smiled innocently

"Good luck with your match." she said sweetly

"Yeah yeah" he muttered, as he headed to the gorilla position.

She took a few other pictures of Layla and Beth before their match. Then more of Kofi, who smiled charmingly for the camera.

Randy's match was up next and she knew he would be shooting a promo with Matt Striker. She made it to the scene right on time and snapped a quick picture before they started rolling.

"You look better." he said, pulling her in for a hug. He had gotten use to touching her every chance he got and she wasn't complaining.

"I am better, thanks to you." she smiled. While she was sick, Randy made sure he texted her to remind her to take her medicine and to ask her if she needed anything

"Well I'm glad I could help."

"I can't say the same about Mike, I'm afraid."

"He's a big boy, he'll be okay." he laughed

"Don't laugh" she said, smacking him lightly on the chest. He feigned hurt "I feel awful about getting him sick"

"Better him than me, right? You were so worried about passing it off to me that you gave it to him. Nice job."

"You are terrible." she laughed

"I'm not and you know it." he said, wrapping his arms around her

"If you insist." she joked

"Camera's ready!" the camera man said

Yelena took that as her cue to leave "Good luck out there."

"Thanks" he said, reluctantly releasing her. He watched her go, waving as she turned and flashed a sweet smile.

"Ready?" Striker asked, breaking him from his trance

"Yeah."

Yelena was on her way to the set where Phil was in the middle of doing a promo. She got a money shot and uploaded it to the Instagram page, along with a picture of AJ, watching him leave when he was finished. She was walking aimlessly down the hall when a hand shot out of nowhere, pulling her into a storage closet. Her back slammed against the now closed door and a hand wrapped around her throat

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" an angry voiced said in the darkness

"What... what do you mean?" she managed to choke out, recognizing the voice.

"You haven't responded to any of my messages and when I finally see you, you're prancing around here, flirting with Randy like slut. You fucking him?" he asked, pressing himself against her so she couldn't move

"I don't understand why you're upset, I-"

His grip tightened around her neck and forced it back, making her head hit the door violently and she let out a cry in pain "Are you... fucking him?" he snarled

"You're hurting me" she whimpered, trying to loosen his grip

"Answer me" be growled

"No, I'm not sleeping with him. We're just friends."

"Since when do you have friends?" he snapped at her "The only friend you have around here is that bitch Aksana, and she's obviously teaching you her whorish ways."

"Please..." she managed, prying at his hand "There's no one else... I want you. I only want you" she admitted, placing her hands on his chest. She clutched desperately at his shirt "I love you." she cried

"You fucking love me." he sneered harshly "Stay the fuck away from him. I don't want to ever see him touch you like that again." his grip loosening slightly "The next time it happens, you'll regret it." he said, voice sickly sweet as he nuzzled her nose with his own "Do you believe me?" he whispered into her ear

"Yes." Yelena said, tears pooling in her eyes. She felt his hand slide up her neck as he cupped her face, placing a rough kiss on her lips. He shoved her against the door one last time before releasing his hold on her altogether. She moved out of his way and watched as he exited the closet before she broke down. She could feel herself shaking and fear wracked her body. Exiting the small closet herself, she slid down the wall and onto the floor of the abandoned hallway and sobbed, becoming more and more hysterical by the second. 

Pulling her knees to her chest, she rocked back and forth. She didn't know how long she was there, but her thoughts where interrupted when a pair of boots came into her line of sight.

"Yelena?"