Shield from Abuse

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Alandra was bouncing on her feet with a nervous excitement. Her boyfriend of a year had finally agreed to take her to see WWE: RAW live. They always watched at home, though she often had to pretend to not be interested to keep him from getting angry at her. He was a very jealous type of man and he didn't like her looking at anyone else, but that was the way it was supposed to be. Men liked to own their women and it was her job to keep him happy, at least that's what he always told her. He had an arm wrapped around her waist as he guided her into their seats. They were right in the front next to the ring, the best possible place to sit and she knew it had to have cost him a bundle to get them. She also knew that she'd be paying for it later that when he demanded her to please him. She plastered a smile on her face when he looked at her and, happily, received a smile in return as they sat down.

For the majority of the show she sat still, trying to look uninterested, though a few twitches nearly gave her away to him. When the Shield came out to the ring she just couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She adored them and loved watching them perform in the ring. Their brotherhood, their bond, and the way they worked as a seamless unit was amazing to her. They walked right past where she was sitting and the largest one, the Samoan known as Roman Reigns, locked eyes with her and gave her a crooked smile that made her knees weak. Fortunately her boyfriend missed the exchange because he was watching their opponents for the night, Evolution. She was never really fond of those guys, to her they seemed like playground bullies.

As the match went on and on she found herself forgetting who she was there with and started cheering for the Shield, loudly. When Roman got a massive spear on Orton she jumped up and screamed her approval, only to be yanked back down hard causing her to hiss in pain.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Alandra? What? Don't tell me you like those three. Do you?! Huh?! You got eyes for those fuckers?! Well bitch?! You want to eyeball other men while I'm right here?!"

He was yelling at her, holding her tightly by the arms and shaking her but no one around them seemed to notice or care. She already had tears streaming down her face from fear, from knowing what was coming but also knowing she couldn't stop him. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked back hard, making her cry out from the pain of it as he spoke in a low dangerous tone that sent child down her spine.

"I think I need to teach you another lesson slut. Teach you to keep your legs closed and your eyes on me."

"No...please...I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

His fist connecting with her jaw silenced her pleas for mercy and sent her to the hard unforgiving concrete, her head hitting the ground and making her vision fade in and out. Her blood was rushing in her ears and she curled into a protective ball, waiting for the kicking to start, but it never came. She tentatively opened her eyes when a gentle hand touched her shoulder and looked up into the warm chocolate eyes of Seth Rollins. His voice was soft as he gently helped her get up.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm...I'm ok...it's not...this isn't as bad..."

"Not as bad? Has he...done this before?"

She nodded her head, biting her lip to keep herself from crying again. The sound of an angry Samoan roar caused her to look up again to see her boyfriend barreling towards her, with a pissed-off Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose right on his heels. She shrank back, trying to make herself a smaller target, but before he could touch her Seth hit him with a clothesline that nearly turned him inside out. Triple H had crossed the barricade and was screaming at security to remove her boyfriend from the arena and make sure he couldn't get back in. Alandra sighed softly and moved to follow them but a firm, yet ever so gentle, grip to her shoulder stopped her in her tracks.