Brooke's mind was a wash of hazy dreams and thoughts and she lay still out cold following her match with Curt Evans and the superkick that had lain her out.  Kameron oddly enough had saved her when he came to the ring to go after Evans, but she was aware of none of this as she lain sleepily on the couch in Kameron's locker room.

Still clad in her ring gear from the match that only ended just minutes before, the padded sole of her wrestling boot dug into the cushion as she rolled to the side slightly only to have him readjust her position again.  The shirt she was wearing lifted up some, goosebumps erupted from her soft skin as his fingers caressed gently over her toned stomach.  She rested both her hands atop the one on her stomach, the touch so soothing, it could only be him.  "Hmm, Cole," she mumbled softly in a dreamy voice with a soft hum.  The other hand rested on her head, stroking the smooth carpet of her hair as it was tied back.  Nothing could seem wrong or ill right then.  As long as he was there with her, touching her, comforting her, she would be on cloud nine.  Open your eyes stupid and look at him.

And she did, but was not greeted with the face she had been expected.  It was Kameron, Cole's brother, her now future brother-in-law that was hovering over her, touching her, stroking her hair.  "Hey, kid," he said trying to sound as soothing as possible, "You OK now?"

Revulsion filled her from deep inside.  The last time she had been anywhere near him, he had opened the doorway to groping and sodomizing her with a what she thought was an innocent rubbing of her stomach.  Now he was touching her in much the same way as he had then, and after she had been unconscious for who knew how long.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?," she yell at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with anger and rage at the possibility that he had taken advantage of her while she was knocked out.  Pushing his hand away with a spurt of force, she quickly sat up and dove off from the couch to make a made dash for the door.

"Brooke, it's alright, relax," he tried to reassure her as she broke away from him, but she would hear none of it.  His eyes were drawn to her small ass filling out the wrestling tights, but he could not be tempted by that now.  He was trying to show her he was not as bad as Xavier and Melissa had said he was, not prove them right.  He had to fix this instead of letting her run out that door and her thinking he was an even bigger pervert than she thought of him before.

She was almost to the door.  Her arm extended out to reach for the knob, the tips of her fingers a matter of inches from grasping it.  Almost there when her arm dropped forcefully down to her side along with her other one, pinned to her body in Kameron's grip as he wrapped an arm around her waist.  His lips close to her ear as he spoke over his shoulder, his voice hoarse with the energy it was costing him to hold back from outright screaming at her, "Just let me explain OK."

He spun her around, pushing her back up against the nearby wall.  She fought him, or tried to at least, he hands trying to reach up to slap and dig at his face.  It was useless going up against his strength as he eventually pinned her arms over her head crossed at her wrists.  Feeling the helplessness of her situation, she did her only other option and hoped that someone would hear.  "Hel--!," she screamed shrilly but was cut off immediately when Kameron clamped a hand roughly over her mouth.

Her eyes looking fearfully into his, widening brown orbs, she looked doe-like in her fear as he pressed his body against hers.  He was poking at her below her waist.  "Mmph!  Hmg!," came the muffled screaming into his hand.  The sickening feeling overcoming her at just what she knew he was planning.  He was going to rape her, right then and there, she knew it.  Her boots scuffed against the carpeted floor as she kicked at him and missed wildly.  He was too close to connect with anything to force him to let her go.  There would be no knee to his nuts to drive him off this time.

"Listen to me you mental bitch," he yelled but subduing it enough to stay within the room's walls, "I helped you out there.  Made sure Curt didn't do any more damage to you than he already did.  Made sure Cole was alright after what his faggy ex did to him but he was more worried about you and wanted me to help you.  Now I'm sorry about before, dunno what the fuck came over me.  You can't honestly believe I'd rape my own brother's fiancé do you?  I'm not that fucked up."

Cole?  Her eyebrows slackened and dropped from their tensed position, the resistance from her arms stopped, telling him he could let her go.  He did so, the release of the pressure against her caused her to almost stumble over but she merely rubbed at her wrists absent-mindedly and kept her eyes averted from his as she spoke, "He did?  Seriously?"  "Yeah," Kameron nodded, "the EMTs are checking him out now to make sure the Backstreet Boy reject didn't hurt him too bad."  "Aww, my little boo boo bear's so sweet," she said dreamily thinking of him again before remembering why Cole was not out there for her match himself, "Oh my God, Cole.  He's with the EMTs you said?"  Without waiting for Kameron's answer, Brooke turned and swung open the door, halfway down the hall by the time it close shut behind her.