~EDGE'S POV~
I grip Christian's wrist tight as I force him to walk along side of me like the obedient little bitch that he is.
There is no fucking way that I'm going to let him ruin my night of glory. SummerSlam is suppose to be my
big push. No way am I letting a little slut mess it up.
He whimpers as I squeeze his wrist tighter. How dare him whisper Lance's name while I'm fucking him. Well
let's just say that he won't ever do that again. I fucked him so hard that he bleed. Then I fucked him some
more. He was a bloody, sobbing little whore when I got through with him.
He hasn't spoken to me since yesterday. I can see the tears in his eyes, but he keeps quiet. Smart move. I
don't really care to hear his lame excuses for saying Lance's name. It doesn't matter. Lance will never have
him. He's mine.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
It's SummerSlam and I know I have really messed up with Edge. He was furious when he heard me whisper
Lance's name. He hurt me really bad. I don't think that I have ever bled that much before, and what was
worse, he kept fucking me even when I begged him to stop.
Now, he's leading me through the hallways of the arena gripping my wrist. I feel like a small child being led to
his doom. I keep my eyes lowered, not wanting to see all the people stare at me.
He shoves me into the locker room telling me to sit and not to come out until he comes and gets me. The look
he gives me makes me shiver.
The other guys watch him and shake their heads. They know about Adam and me. Most of them have told
me to dump his ass, but I can't. I love him.
I sit perfectly still while Edge gets ready for his match.
"Wish me luck, Christian," Edge whispers as he comes to stand before me.
I stand on wobbly knees. I hurt so bad that I just want to lay down and never get up.
He pulls me to him and covers my mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. "Remember what I told you," he warns
as he struts out of the room.
I sigh as I carefully sit back down and watch the monitor. Edge looks so sexy as he walks down the ramp. I
feel my heart beat faster and I'm suddenly blushing. Eat your heart out girls, because he's mine.
I cheer him on and eventually, I even get the other guys to start cheering.
I frown as I watch Lance wrestle. He's working stiff with Edge. Shit! Edge is going to blame me for that too.
Ignoring the other guys, I head toward the ring. I had to help Edge. I wasn't suppose to do a run in , but
maybe Lance would lighten up if he saw me.
Lance smiles as he sees me. I made a dash for him, aiming to wipe that smile away, but he moves and I spear
Edge. SHIT! I turn around and I'm greeted with the sole of Lance's shoe. He doesn't actually kick me, but it
scares me and I fall backwards and roll out of the ring, cursing myself.
Edge and Lance continue and eventually Edge pins Lance.
I quickly grab the belt and crawl in the ring to hand it to him. As we hug in the ring, he whispers to me. "Just
wait til I get you alone, bitch," he growls, his words full of anger and bitterness.
I feel like fainting right there, but he hugs me tighter.
~LANCE'S POV~
What Edge does to Christian is sick. How could you treat someone that you love that bad? Christian is
beautiful. So trusting and innocent.
It made me sick to lay down for Edge and let him take my title, but that's part of the show. You do what the
boss wants.
I swear if I see Edge hurt Christian again, I'm gonna do some hurting of my own.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I stumble as Edge pushes me through the curtain, yelping as he slaps the back of my head hard.
"Stupid bitch," he hisses.
I blush as everyone turns to stare at us. "I'm sorry," I say weakly, bowing my head in submission.
"Sorry?" Edge hisses as he moves closer, smiling as he delivers a vicious low blow to my lower abdomen. I
gasp as I fall to one knee, suddenly breathless. I feel faint and nauseous.
He grabs a handful of my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Get your ass back to my room and wait for me.
I'm gonna do a little celebrating then I'm gonna fuck you."
Tears stream down my face as I realize everyone heard him.
He slaps me hard across the face knocking me down on the floor. I curl up in a fetal position as I start to sob
uncontrollably.
Edge laughs as he storms away with RVD close on his heels, smirking as he looked back at me.
~LANCE'S POV~
I curse myself as I walk back to the entrance curtain, gasping as I see Christian curled up on the floor.
Everyone was looking at him, but unsure what to do.
I rush to his side, gently rolling him onto his back.
I frown as I see the bruise forming on his cheek. How could Edge do this?
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
My eyes open and I see Lance. He's checking me for injuries. I almost laugh. Lance is acting like he cares for
me. I've often wondered what it feels like to be truly loved? I frown as I look in his eyes. I don't like what I
see there. Pity. Fuck! I don't need his pity!
I push him away as I try to stand, but I almost faint. He catches me in his arms steadying me.
"I'm taking you to my room tonight, Christian," Lance says firmly.
"No!" I gasp, trying to pull away, but falling into his arms once again.
"Edge won't be back tonight. Rob and him have a date."
"Liar!" I hiss. "Edge wouldn't do that to me! He loves me!"
Lance shakes his head, but refuses to let me go. I yelp in surprise as I'm scooped into his arms and he carries
me toward the exit.
What does he think he's doing?? I try to resist, but I am too weak. I'm at his complete mercy.
~LANCE'S POV~
I can't let Christian go back to him. I won't.
I smile as his small fists beat at my chest. He's so weak that the blows don't even hurt. He looks as though he
hasn't slept or eaten in days. What has Edge been doing to him?
If Edge wants Christian back, he's in for the fight of his life. I'm totally serious.
