Hurt But Not Broken

Alone

A.N. So the title is to show how April feels at the start of the chapter, not for the entire chapter itself but I still think it's fitting. I wanted to update on my b-day but I didn't. So I'll try to update tomorrow. Hopefully you enjoy this; I'm trying to not make it too much like Shield Precious People. Now chapters are in the correct order.

April tugged at her t-shirt, moving not the hem down but the neckline upward, resulting in the top crumpling on itself. She could almost swear there was something cold about the air, but the heat of a summer night dismissed the thought as it entered her mind. No, she was scared about how to handle her situation.

Jon, on a flipside, had been happy with his fiancée back at work (in opposition to seeing her upset and spending almost every minute of the day indoors whenever he came home from a week or two of being away). He did want to believe that something good may have finally started to happen.

Hauling herself up from the bed, April looked in the tall mirror at her reflection. Her skin was looking pale, and under her clothes she knew her body was smaller than it had ever been, that her muscle tone had gone down too. She didn't know how Jon could call her 'beautiful', or even how Nick had lusted after her.

"Fuck," April whispered, realising she had told herself she was just about to tell her boyfriend about what happened. "How am I going to do this?"

"What are you doing?" Jon leaned on the doorframe; a laptop nestled under his arm carefully. He didn't seem overly concerned with April; at the very least, not how he had months before.

"Something I should have done when it happened," April grabbed the laptop from Jon, placing it on the bedside table before sitting back on the bed. Jon sat behind her, back to the headboard; he kissed April's cheek softly then moved down to her lips.

"Tell me," he almost demanded, moving his arms to her waist. A small tear was wiped from her cheek as April inhaled, shaking and shuttered a little bit.

'Say it like you're ripping off a band aid. Just get it off your chest and see what the reaction is.'

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"I am going to fucking kill him!" Jon paced around the room; pulling at his hair, and breathing in rapid breaths. April felt herself almost sink into the bed as she watched her boyfriend stalk around the room. She tried to not scream and let more tears out of her eyes as Jon punched the mirror in the far corner of the room; shards of glass falling onto the floor around his feet and blood dripping on the carpet.

"Everything was starting to go right," His voice was strained, struggling to not have April see him get emotional. No, trying to not allow April to see him cry was the more appropriate term to use. "And then it all gets screwed up again!"

"Honey," April's voice finally sounded, bringing Jon's attention to her. His fist was still touching the mirror, small shards of glass stuck in his knuckles and the back of his hand making his hand even bloodier. "Let me look."

Jon had stuck his hand out to his girlfriend as she pulled out an emergency medical kit from under their bed. She tried to take the glass out as gently as she could; trying not to hurt Jon. Cleaning the wounds was the worst part of both; Jon began squirming in pain despite April being careful.

"We get the company to look into the situation. First thing when we get there on Monday is tell the McMahon's." Jon nodded, moving his good hand to April's knee.

"Are you always going to be my voice of reason?" April finished wrapping a bandage firmly around Jon's right hand. She nodded and smiled, grabbing the hand on her knee.

"When you're pissed off, of course I will be." She replied, before adding, "But be sure to break his bones for me." It was a slightly dark joke, but Jon did want to end Nick's career; perhaps even more than that.

"Of course; as long as you never hurt me." April softly kissed Jon's lips, wrapping her arms around his neck slowly.

"I never will, Jonathan." She felt Jon place his hand from her knee to her stomach. April laid down on the bed; staring up at the ceiling. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry," Jon went to retract his hand away, when April held it in place over her shirt. "I just love your stomach."

"But it's not like it used to be. I'm not as skinny." Slowly, Jon moved to lay beside his girlfriend.

"You honestly think I don't like that you aren't as skinny?" He asked, moving this thumb under her shirt. Her flesh was cool to the touch. "I think it's a hell of a lot better looking than you being skin and bones like most of the other women. It's a lot more attractive."

April kissed Jon again; cupping his cheek softly. She had always felt beautiful around Jon; and he never ceased to make her feel as beautiful as she should have. Never once had Punk complimented her body; Nick had never said a truly sweet word to her. But Jonathan never stopped surprising her, even when he was angry (never really at her) Jon would give her looks that made her smile. Even thinking about Jon was enough to make April happier.

"No, I don't want to go too far." Jon said between kisses, making April groan in frustration.

"Why?" She whined, pouting making her bottom lip stick out. Jon kissed it before he answered.

"I never want to hurt you, and with what happened, I might accidentally do just that."

"Fine," April paused, looking at the smashed mirror momentarily then back at Jon. "But you're making it up to me."

"Fair enough."