Turn My Head

Author: PaulenaK ~ toukalah@hotmail.com

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Song used is ‘Turn My Head’ by Live.

Characters: Joy Giovanni, JBL and his cabinet, Kurt Angle, Luthor and Mark Jindrak.

Feedback: Is loved and appreciated.

AN: Although this fic deals with Rape, Abuse and other not nice things – it’s not really graphic.

~Denotes song lyrics~

Turn My Head

~Anyone, caught in your mystery~

~Keep it angry~

~Keep it wispy~

~I’ve fallen down~

~Drunk on your juices~

No one was supposed to get hurt.

‘A little pre-Royal Rumble fun’ Kurt had called it.

‘Cabinet business’ JBL had added.

And I went along with it.

It was my job to grab you and stick you in the trunk of JBL’s limo. I thought we’d be taking you down to ringside, you know get under Show’s skin and all that, mess with his head. But instead of JBL’s driver driving out to ringside he drove out of the arena instead.

Confusion marred my brow, but it seemed mine was the only one. Kurt had this evil maniacal look in his eyes that was mirrored in JBL’s, while his chief of Staff, Image Consultant and two Secretaries of Defence all sniggered and nodded to Luthor who was actually returning there little jibes. I mean come on now – When had that man developed a sense of humour off camera?

Maybe half the drunken bottle of champagne had something to do with it, but now I think back on it maybe they were all drunk on something else.

~I…~

~Turn my head~

~It’s aimed at you~

I didn’t know exactly what that ‘something else’ was until the limo came to a stop and you were brought forth from the trunk.

I saw the fear in your eyes as the Basham brothers held you up. You looked right at me, your eyes holding a silent tear filled plea. But I steeled myself to your look and turned away.

I knew now what Kurt and JBL had in mind and I did nothing to stop it.

~Funky temple~

~Your dress is torn to shreds~

~Your eyes are crazy~

~I bowed to save my head and~

~I can’t forget you~

~But I can’t remember~

I was a coward then. I know that. I turned away from what they were doing, squeezed my eyes shut as if that would keep the image of you out of my mind, but I couldn’t shut out the sound of your cries or the slow deliberate tearing of your clothes.

‘She’s only getting what she deserves.’

Amy’s words found there was through my thoughts and that made it all that much worse because you didn’t deserve this.

You didn’t fucking deserve this!

~I…~

~Turn my head~

~It’s aimed at you~

~Turn my head~

~It’s aimed at you~

~Baby, baby~

But still I did nothing.

I still stood apart from the rest and tried to block out what was happening behind me and ‘that’ more then anything is what’s tearing me up inside.

‘You could’ve done something’ a tiny voice inside my head keeps telling me and then yet another voice would reply ‘Yes, he could have, but then where would his career in the WWE be if he did – down the toilet that’s where’.

And he knew it was true.

They wouldn’t rest until he was permanently put out of the WWE for good at what ever cost.

So I chose my career. And did nothing.

~Oh no~

~We came to love you all day~

~These bastards are leavin’~

~Somebody’s got to stay~

~Whatever we called you~

~It’s just a name~

~Just a name~

I don’t think they noticed I wasn’t with them when they all piled back into the limo. They were all on such a high from what they’d just done that I don’t think they cared.

I on the other hand knelt down beside you too scared to touch you just like I was too scared to help.

I saw your eyes flutter open and fill with tears as they met mine.

“It wasn’t supposed to go this far…” I hear myself say. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far…”

~Turn my head~

~It’s aimed at you~

~Turn my head~

~It’s aimed at you~

“Mark! Come on man we gotta get outta here!”

A hand clamps down on my upper arm and before I know it I’m hauled to my feet.

Luthor registers in my mind and as he releases me to head back to the limo I look down and see the bloody imprint his hand has left on my shirt sleeve.

“Come on!” Kurt yells from the limo.

My eyes meet yours again and this time your tears spill out and run down the side of your face. I think you already know what I’m going to do.

You turn your head away from me as I start to back away.

A hand claps down on my shoulder and I turn to find myself already at the limo, Kurt smiles as he and then Luthor climb into the back, but I can’t help but turn my head to look back at you one more time before I follow there actions.

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