WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Fury of Rayne ❯ HomeComing ( Chapter 1 )

Rayne of Fury

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Hardy Boys - Matt and Jeff, or anything to do with WWE, TNA or any indie circuit. The OC Rayne is mine. But oh what I wouldn't give to be a pair of Jeffro's jeans..*sigh*

 

Chapter 1 - Homecoming

 

The darkened spacious living room was only lit by the small fire that burned in the black tiled fireplace, the house eerily quiet with only the sounds of soft rhythmic breathing to break it up. She laid on the floor, wrapped in a thin blanket, curled into herself, eyes fixed on the fire but not really seeing it. She kept reliving the past few days over and over in her head, everything thing seemed surreal, but the marks on her body proved otherwise. She didn't breathe a word to anyone about what had happened, she didn't know how they would react. She ignored all the calls, the knocks on the door, and as far as she could tell her two best friends would be back from being on the road in a few days. She slowly drifted in and out of sleep in front of the warm fire; every time her eyes closed it happened again and again.

“Get up you bitch, I ain't done with you. Why you make me do this?! You make me fall in love with you over and over again, you ain't nothing but a fat cow, I don't even know why he chose you, he could have any fucking girl he wants, but no, he wants the chubby girl with the nice rack.” He roared.

“Get lost Adrienne! Get outa my house, your fucking drunk! You have no idea what you're saying; all that CC brought back your demon, which obliviously you enjoy dancing with.” She spat back.

Smack! I sat there stunned for a second; I couldn't believe he actually had the nerve to hit me. My anger burned up, and I reared back and hit him square in the jaw. The next thing I know we're slamming each other off of walls and furniture. I could taste blood in my mouth, I could see it on my hands, my vision began to get fuzzy after that last punch. I staggered up to my feet and then the next thing I knew I was on the floor, him sitting on my chest and choking the living fuck out of me. I clawed at his hands and arms, any thing I could reach.

“I'll show you what your type of girl deserve, your kind deserve to scream out in pain, to beg for it to stop, to be fucked like the pigs you are.” He growled out as he began to smash my head backwards into the floor.

`God don't let me die....protect...protect me...h..help me...'

My last thoughts before I blacked out completely. A few hours later I woke up to the worst storm, power was out, the front door swinging wildly in the wild, and worst of all I was covered in bruises and cuts, and I was naked. I grabbed the nearest blanket and ran and bolted the door. I slid down the door and started to cry, the thunder drowned my sobs out. I stood up slowly and made my way over to the fire place and started a small fire. And that's where I stayed, listening to the storm rage outside.

She laid there listening to the house creak under the howling wind, and then a faint sound catches her attention and pulls her up and onto alert.

`Car door? The wind? No, can't be, they aren't supposed to be back for....another couple of...oh shit...it's Adrienne...oh fuck...hide! HIDE!'

She scrambled into the corner behind a chair, and wrapped the blanket tight around her, she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She heard the front door swing open and then the heavy foot steps, they stopped and then she heard the thud of something heavy being dropped. Her mind was on overload, thinking up every scenario possible, all ending badly for her. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't even hear the second person come in and shut the door. She covered her ears, keeping as still and as quiet as she could, she squeezed her eyes shut and gave a soft whimper.

“Uhhh, did you pay the electric bill?” the first man in the door asked.

“Yeah I did dumbass, why is the fireplace going?” the second man asked while scratching his head lightly.

Both of them looked around, surveying the open house, no one seemed to be around, which was odd for their house. Usually there is one or ten people floating around here at one time. The second man took their bags and headed upstairs while the first one walked into the middle of the living room and looked around. He looked over the fireplace and then down to the rug at his feet. Something caught his attention, a thin trail of blood, barely noticeable streaking across the carpet towards the darkened corner of the living room. He softly and quietly walked over towards the corner, he could now hear the soft whimpers coming from behind the chair. He reached over to the nearest bookshelf and found a small pocket flash light, he flicked it on and lite the blood streak up the carpet to behind the chair, where he first saw the ragged blanket and a foot that was swollen, discoloured and had blood on it. But beside all of that he recognized the toe ring she was wearing, he bought it for her.

`Oh fucking shit....Rayne!'

He reached out with one finger and gently touched the top of her foot. She quickly snatched it back, with a soft whimper and hugged her knees tighter around her. He backed away from her enough not to startle her.

“MATT! Get your ass down here! NOW!” he bellowed.

Matt came to the top of the stairs and stared at his younger brother. “What's your issue now Jeff, it's not my fault that the...”

Matt stopped as he watched Jeff turned his back on him and nodded towards the corner of the living room. He came down the stairs quietly and stood beside his brother.

“Matt get the first aid kit, she's banged up.” Jeff grimaced as he shifted the chair off to the side to get to her.

Just as Jeff moved the chair she tried to bolt, Jeff caught her arm and swung her around, he wasn't prepared for the rain of fury she had in her. She beat her fists down on him hard, crying, begging, Matt came back into the room just in time to see all this and out of astonishment, dropped the first aid kit, but what got to the brothers was the words that came out next.

“No Adrienne! Get off, NOT AGAIN! NOOOOO!”

Jeff let her go and immediate she dropped to the floor sobbing, curling into herself again. Jeff got down to his knees and ever so gently ran his knuckles against her cheek.

“Rayne.” He whispered, “It's me, Jeff. Matt is here too. Come on Rayne it's us, we're home.”

It took a few second for her to register his voice, but once she did, she looked over to him and immediately reached for his hand, he pulled her into his lap and held her tight. As she shifted into his lap Matt turned on a lamp and they saw what the blanket was hiding. She was covered in bruises, she had a cut on her leg, on her forehead, her cheek and bottom lip still swollen.

“Jeff...Matty,” Rayne's weak voice broke the silence, “It hurts to breath. It hurts so bad. Help me.” She buried her head against his stomach. Jeff slowly and gently rubbed her back. He looked up to Matt and frowned.

“Call an ambulance, and then the core, we're going hunting.”