Title: Beyond Betrayal

Disclaimer: I don't own Randy, Dawn, John, or even Alyssa, I just own myself and I'm trying to own the Randy mannequin.

Author's Note: Okay, I know, I know, you guys are gonna come kick my ass for my lack of updates, especially Burn In My Light, but Christmas is around the corner and I thought I'd give you guys updates galore. So this is the last chapter of Beyond Betrayal – I meant for this story to be a one-shot in the beginning, but I it ended up to be 10 chapters long – I loved writing this and I hope you all loved reading it. I'm warning you guys now; some sexual themes are suggested in this chapter. Italicized are thoughts influenced by Save Me by Shinedown. Without further ado, here is the finale, so… enjoy.

Chapter 10: The Ones We Loved…

Alyssa laid back and closed her eyes, trying to think of things that could cheer her up, yet all she could think about was John. She wanted to believe John, she really did but she didn't see how. His clothes were ripped like something from a wild animalistic porno in Dawn's room. The shower was on and Dawn was practically naked. Then again, she's always practically naked. Alyssa glanced at the bottle in her hand and decided she was going to do something, she had nothing to lose and she was not going to go down without a fight.

Randy looked at the bottle in his hand and then turned his attention to the females around him. He started to contemplate whether or not it was truly worth it, to be dominant all on his own, to be independent of everyone. He had women at his feet once again; there was no reason to be attached to one girl when he could have the boobs of those to his right and the pussies of those to his left. He felt their hands slither up his shirt and all he could do was smirk at them and raise eyebrows as they rubbed his erect member and touched his tight body. Maybe the alcohol and women drove stimulation for his ego. Maybe his heart would never be pure enough to feel love. The more he drank and the more they touched, the more he hardly remembered the look in his own eyes. He closed his eyes moaning to the pleasure of their touches but all he could visualize was raging oceans and rustling green forests in his mind's eye.

With Trish, I couldn't handle forgiveness. How did I get here, to the place where I was exiled and vowed never to return. What went wrong? I've gone beyond betrayal; I'm far beyond gone. My heart only pumps black and my emotions are dying. My needs are all temporary, limited, and repetitive, which is becoming permanent. Everything I've learned in 25 years of life, I've thrown away twice. Why can't I do anything right? Why am I even letting myself try to convince me to turn back now, before I can't anymore?

Alyssa slammed her fists against Dawn's door as hard as she could. She wouldn't shed tears anymore. All she saw was a target, a target on Dawn Marie's face and she was aiming to kill. Patience was never one of Alyssa's virtues; she kicked the door over and over again hearing the lock weakening. Alyssa's frustration got the best of her as she moved back and rammed her heeled boot straight into the knob, causing it to fall.

"Ready or not, bitch, here I come." Alyssa whispered following with a grin of pure evil. As she had suspected, Dawn was under someone, but she didn't care, Dawn was going to get the beating she deserved. Alyssa grabbed a fistful of Dawn's hair and yanked her out from underneath Joey Mercury. Dawn's ear-deafening shriek was just about enough to give anyone a migraine, but Alyssa wouldn't have it though. She stuffed her boot in Dawn's mouth and looked down. She had no glares left, just an expressionless stoicism that said she no longer felt, only acted. She had an agenda, she was here on a personal vendetta and she was going to satisfy her blood thirst. Mercury could only watch, he was immobilized with fear. He had never seen anyone so murderous before, so determined to inflict pain. Alyssa allowed Dawn to help herself back to her feet before she speared her into a wall. Alyssa wiped some of Dawn's blood off the side of her face and looked down at her hand. She wasn't done. Dawn ruined her happiness and now she was going to let this be the unhappiest worst time in her life. Alyssa kicked her in the face as she decided this was just the beginning.

Keira looked over at John who turned to meet her gaze. Could it be possible that two people were driven by loneliness and desperation? John leaned over and touched Keira's hand and smiled. John leaned closer as their lips barely touched. He had no idea what he was doing but in that moment, it was what he felt was right. John pressed his lips to hers.

Randy pulled his lips back from the blonde in front of him and then he looked up over to the redhead behind him. Something didn't feel right. He wasn't enjoying this. He couldn't tell if it was guilt that swallowed his rapture or if it was boredom and the desire to get down and fuck already. Randy got up and took the blonde and the brunette that were sitting in his lap and decided to get down to what he thought would be fun. This couldn't have been possible. How could he feel this bad when it was only one day since he had done his act of perfidy. How could he already want to jump back to his warm feelings and loving embraces of his the girl he claimed to have loved? Randy tried once again to block his thoughts and surprisingly, he succeeded although he knew it was momentary. He would be reminiscing her skin, her warmth, and her love all over again and he didn't know if it made him sick or if it made him happy. In that second, he was ripped of his ecstasy, knowing he wasn't going to get it back until he had his fun or he had his love.

Alyssa looked at the damage she inflicted. Dawn was unconscious, she wasn't as bloody as expected, but more bruises than blood. Alyssa knew she did a number on her arch nemesis and she wasn't scared of the consequences that she would suffer, but she didn't give a rat's ass. Her vengeance was satisfied, but she knew John would cloud her mind again and again.

Keira snuggled closer to John as they looked for whom they desired in each other. John wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Keira pecked his lips and looked up at him. She searched desperately for answers in John.

"What happened to us, John? We were so in love." Keira whispered. John stayed silent for a couple minutes before speaking.

"The ones we loved didn't love us back." John whispered. Keira looked up at him, as he looked down at her. They needed each other, even if it was wrong, even if they knew it was wrong and it would never work. It was what they needed and they began to kiss again, they both realized it.

Randy moaned in pleasure as his sluts pleased his physiological needs. The rode him as he helped them slam into him faster. It wasn't the best sex ever, but who was he to complain. He got his fair share of touching, sucking, kissing, and licking. His teasing barely satisfied him because he knew it didn't matter much. Him being in their presence was already a tease. Randy was in one of the best positions in the world, having a threesome with two handpicked girls but his mind could only contrast and complain. His physiological needs were being met but his psychological needs were being denied. He wasn't having fun. He didn't think their pussies were tight enough or that they were just fucking for the sake of fucking. He didn't even know why he even thought about that knowing they were sluts. His mind would just differentiate their ways from that of which he was used to.

John hovered over Keira on the bed kissing down her neck and capturing her lips from time to time. There was no stopping; there was no need to even ask whether or not they should stop. They weren't doing anything wrong. They weren't in individual respective relationships anymore. They were thrown to the curb. Passion was found through desperation and loneliness as John pulled his shirt off over his head before lifting Keira's. John continues kissing as their memories faded into the night. They had each other.

Randy moaned as he released into his protection. He felt the brunette get off him and lay to his side and the blonde laying to his other side, catching their breaths and cuddling against him. He got what he wanted and now he was going after what he needed. Randy caught his breath and simply sat up.

"Get out." He demanded, his voice strict, deep, commanding, and well articulated. His one-time women gasped and looked upon him in disbelief. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Randy smirked as they left with sour expressions. It took him Trish and two fucks to finally realize what he needed and now he was going to retrieve. Randy got up took and quick shower to get the wretched smell of dirty sex off him. If he wanted to win Keira back, he had to present himself well. He was so determined and confident he didn't even take into account how she must be feeling even if it wasn't the case.

With one final thrust, John released himself into her. It may have not been love-filled but it was great. It would carry them through night at least and they'd see where to go from there. John laid beside Keira pulling her into his arms, kissing her lips. Keira pulled the covers over them.

Randy rummaged through his nightstand looking for the one item he needed. "Where the fuck did I fuckin' put it? I know I still have her keycard since we were sharing the room two fuckin' days ago!" He yelled out in frustration. Randy kicked the table and out flew a couple of papers and business cards but he saw it, the keycard in mid air, he reached out and caught in between his fingers. Randy left his hotel room and started for Keira's. He arrived at the elevator and pressed the button. As soon as it opened, Alyssa walked out past him. Randy's eyes followed Alyssa for a minute as he thought about her and John. He would save that thought for later, he walked into the elevator. After arriving to the designated floor, he walked to the room he knew she was in. He stood in front of the door. He wasn't going to organize an apology speech. He wasn't going to bring flowers and "Get Well Soon!" balloons. It was all Randy and that was exactly what he was going to give her. All Randy. Randy swiped the keycard through and placed his hand on the knob and turned. He expected to see her heartbroken and he planned on mending it. He expected her to back away from him but he would reassure her until she would fall into his embrace. He expected everything but the unexpected as he opened the door. His eyes scanned the room and focused on the lump on the bed. He walked over to it and placed his hand on the cover, getting ready to pull. He slowly lifted it and with the sight in front of him, his eyes flared.

The End

Wow – I'm gonna get major death threats for that aren't I? Well that's it, the final chapter. Once again, I loved writing this and I hope you all loved reading it. Thank you guys for all your support. Leave me feedback as always.