Authors Notes- Hey Everyone! My very first fic and I am excited! Even though think it will suck! Yup…no confidence in my writing! I am doing all of this because I want to be a journalist when I am older! This is dedicated to ESHA or also known as Candilicous because she helped me with this! A LOT! I do not own any characters! They own themselves!
Chapter 1: I had enough!
Trish Stratus sighed as she looked onto the T.V screen. She was watching Monday Night Raw and was getting fairly nervous. There was a tag team match between Carlito, Triple H and her boyfriend Chris Masters facing Kane, Big Show and her best friend John Cena. The match was well fought but the Cena team won the match. Trish was nervous because she new that her boyfriend will be extremely angry when he arrived home tonight. That was not a good sign for her.
At first, the relationship was going very strong and she thought that they were in love. Then there were the rumors of him sleeping with her ex-best friend Torrie Wilson and her life changed from there. She and Chris started to get into more and more fights because she could not trust him. She was too scared to even ask him about the rumors about him and Torrie were true. Then she could not take the stress anymore and asked him about it. She never imagined about what came next. He connected his fist to her jaw.
She was shocked to say the least. The funniest thing was that he did not even seem to care about what he did to her. He just stood over her and gave her the coldest and evilest smile ever. Trish thought this beating would only happen once but time proved her wrong. He then started to beat her up daily. He also threatened to severely hurt her if she ever left him. Bruises covered her body from head to foot and took tons of makeup to cover them all up. Other WWE superstars always were concerned and asked her about the bruises but she always had a lie for them. The worst part about it was that Chris controlled her life after the incident. Whatever he said, was what happened in the relationship. She was to sacred to not listen to what he said knowing it could even kill her in the end. One of Chris's lists of demands was for her not to see John anymore. She listened and she has not talked to her best friend in a month and that really hurt her.
She felt her heart stop when she heard the door to the hotel slam shut. She knew that Chris is home and he was not in a good mood. Losing that match tonight probably fuelled his anger even more. She stood up and walked to the front door and met him there. She smiled sweetly at him, trying to calm him down and saving her very own life in the process.
"Hey Chris…..great match tonight…you did awes..." Trish was shocked at the sudden pain that entered her right cheek. Knowing there will be a giant bruise tomorrow. Tears ran down her cheek from the pain, knowing that she was going to get beaten once again.
"NICE MATCH! NICE MATCH…ARE YOU BLIND OR ARE THE FAKE BLONDE ROOTS GETTING TO YOU!"" He yelled.
"Sorry" Trish sobbed.
" Your probably to stupid to notice that I lost my match you slut…It was all because of you sleeping buddy John…you know for all the pain he caused me tonight is exactly what I'm going to do to you" He yelled getting even louder than before. He pushed Trish violently back and she tripped and landed hard.
"Pleas…stop…Please..." she begged through sobs.
" What Trashy you afraid..." Chris said in the coldest voice she ever heard.
"Yes…please…plea..." Chris's right fist connected with her lip. She felt the cut and the blood starting to pour out of her wound. She sobbed knowing that there was no one here to save her. She quickly got back to her feet. She was all alone in their hotel room with her abusive boyfriend. She thought reasoning with him one more time could work.
"Chris…I said I was sorry…please…it is not my fault… I am not sleeping with John…he is just my best friend" She said in between sobs.
"Oh yeah…Trish your nothing but the company slut…the whole WWE knows that…I know that…The world knows that…so why not sleep with the champ to get even higher power In the business than before" He smiled wickedly at her. His words were the biggest wound she suffered through the whole fight. She knew she was not a slut but hearing it over and over again by the crowds really did hurt her. The WWE superstars in the business knew she was not a slut, and that she sometimes played one on television. But the fans never seemed to see pass the storyline; they never saw the real Trish Stratus. The kind, beautiful and humble person she truly was.
"I am not a slut "she said quietly.
" WHAT? "He yelled.
" I am not a slut "she said again.
" Don't talk back at me "he threatened.
" I am not a slut" she said again.
"Do not talk back at me you slut" he said as he once again pushed her violently back. She stumbled on the coach but got up to her feet once again.
"I am not a slut" She yelled. This was the bravest time she felt in the whole relationship.
"DO NOT TALK BACK AT ME YOU SLUT! "He roared. He mustered all the power in one fist and swung it right at her. The fist connected with her right cheek. This punch was the toughest one she ever faced. She literally thought her head was punched off. Knowing their would be a giant bruise there in the next day. When she hit the ground Trish knew that she was down for the count. She could not move her body anymore. She barely moved her arms and legs only moving them to get comfortable with the ground because she knew she would be their for awhile. She looked up and saw the sickening smirk on Chris's face.
"Like I said…Don't you ever talk back at me" he threatened. He was smiling about what he did to her. Tears poured down her eyes as she faced the other side of the room. She closed her eyes hoping to get some rest to move again.
"I'll be leaving now... Torrie said she has an awesome evening planned for us…she is so much hotter than you…she's skinny and you're a giant fat ass…she is not the company slut like you are my dear" He said evilly at her. She still had her eyes shut as more tears poured out of them. So she has an abusive and cheating boyfriend.
'Wow aren't I lucky' she thought.
"So Trish do not stay up to late because I will be a little busy tonight" he chuckled evilly. Next thing she heard was the hotel room open and slam closed. For now she knew she was out of danger. Trish wondered how long that will last though. Never knowing when he would come back for round number 2.
She knew she had to do stop the beatings rite now. She quickly mustered whatever strength she had left and got up on both of her feet. She quickly got to her feet and checked the clock on the table.
'Hmm…Its 12:00 pm. He better be at his room" she thought. She checked for his room number and walked out of her hotel room hoping that he was at his room. She knew that he would protect her. Since he was at Whorries room this was the perfect time to escape.
She quickly took the elevator and thanked God for no visitors in their, to see how beaten she was. She got off at his floor and quickly found his hotel room. When she got their, she took a giant sigh knowing that this could be the end of this abuse. She started to knock on the door hoping he was there.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There was no answer as she knocked once again.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"I'm coming…I'm coming "She heard a familiar voice say, she took a giant sigh of relief. The door opened up to the exact person she wanted to see. When he saw her his jaw dropped. He never saw her like this before.
"OMG! TRISHA WAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" He yelled.
"I…need…your help…John" She cried. Tears rolled down her cheek as the champ hugged her tightly.
End Chapter 1!
