What else could I do but sit there? I couldn�t keep Kurt from doing what he felt was right, and deep down I guess I really wanted him to do what he thought was right. I guess I wanted him to protect me, I just didn�t like admitting it to his face. I didn�t like admitting to Kurt I needed him to help me. I don�t think I�ve ever really liked admitting something like that. So I sat back against the wall, curling myself up as small as I could. At that point I wanted to just disappear. I was horrified.
The other guys were staring at me. I only glanced up but that was long enough for me to see Chris Benoit, Matt Hardy, and many others just standing around, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. I was almost positive they were just standing there to see me cry. They were all going to know what happened. I couldn�t keep myself from shaking, my body trembling violently as I quieted my sobs so they couldn�t hear me. I heard the office door slam shut after Kurt barged in, and I wanted to run in after him and drag him back out. I wanted to keep Vince away from Kurt because I knew what he could do. I slowly lifted my head to see John Cena only a few feet away, staring in awe. I decided to get to my feet, pulling myself up and not really daring to look up at any of the men standing around.
I reluctantly went to the office door, not sure if I really wanted to open it or not. I was afraid of Vince even seeing me. I turned to see more of the guys had gathered. I became more frustrated, growling and turning to sneer at the others.
�What the fuck are you ass holes staring at?!� I yelled, gaining myself more attention from the people who had yet to see what was happening. My eyes were stinging from crying so much, my cheeks raw from wiping at them. Each minute seemed to be an hour, and time passed in silence. I was basically holding my breath, eyes wide and fingers pressing against the office door lightly. It was when I heard Kurt scream angrily at him that I got enough guts to enter the room. I didn�t think about it, just slammed the door open and shut behind me before anyone outside could get a good look.
As I turned to look at Kurt he slammed Vince down on his desk violently, grasping his suit jacket in his clenched fists. He snarled and bared his teeth, shaking Vince hard enough to knock his head back against the desk.
�Did you fucking touch him?!� Kurt screamed. Vince was speechless, attempting to respond but stuttering too much for it to be intelligible. Kurt had lost his patience, the very little he had for Vince in this situation. His face was beat red with fury. �Answer me you son of a bitch!� I stood there numbed by the situation. I covered my face and let myself fall back against the office door, just praying for all the madness to end.
�What are you going to do about it? I�m Vincent Kennedy McMahon, you can�t fuck with me!� The words Vince spat out caused me to look up quickly, rage more than fear building in me.
�Is that right?� Kurt sneered and then grabbed the letter opener from the desk. He raised his hand with the weapon, ready to stab Vince. My eyes widened with panic. I raced over and grabbed his hand, pulling him back and separating him from Vince, standing between the two.
�He�s not worth it, Kurt!� I told him, looking him dead in the eye.
�He hurt you! The bastard doesn�t deserve to breathe!� He snarled, looking passed me and burning a hole in Vince.
�And you don�t deserve to spend the rest of your life regretting an action like this! Just forget him, Kurt! He�s a piece of shit, always has been and always will be.� Vince had pulled himself up off the desk and was adjusting his jacket. I looked back at him and he just smirked. Smirked like he had won after all. I quickly looked away, restraining the urge to beat him to death. Kurt wasn�t happy, still clenching his fists together tightly. He would have really killed Vince. He slowly backed away, finally nodding his head in agreement. I sighed with relief.
Then Vince came up behind me, and his hand slapped my ass hard. I yelped and turned to see him laughing. I was stunned for only a moment before I was over come with rage. I quickly swung my fist at him, nailing him right in the face, hearing a crack and then him falling to the floor. Blood immediately ran from his nose. I began to kick him as hard as I could, hitting him in the stomach and chest, stomping away at his hip and back.
�Don�t you ever fucking touch me again, or I�ll kill you!� I screamed at him. Kurt pulled me back, not hesitating to pull me towards the office door. We hurried out, the other wrestlers still standing around, having to force some of them out of the way as we exited the area. We left our gear there in the arena and just took off. We didn�t worry about what was going to happen, we just did what we had to, and left that place behind.

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