When You're Gone
Summary: When You're Gone the pieces of my heart are missing, too.
Disclaimer: Me no own ppl you recongize.
Pairings: Lita/Edge, Maya/John, Trista/Randy,
Darkness filled the room, casting shadows along the walls, partially hiding the young woman's face.
The young woman was not asleep but she was not fully awake. She was laying in the middle of a rather large bed that was covered with a dark blue satin comforter that was pulled tightly around her body to act as a shield from the little bits of sunshine trying to peek through and lighten up the room.
The young woman was in her mid-twenties with shortly cropped, mussed hair that was a dark shade of reddish brown. Her brown eyes were open but staring blankly at a pretty white washed wall covered with photographs.
The woman rolled over, her head coming to rest on her left hand, recoiling when it touched something cold. That something cold being her white gold wedding band and engagement ring.
She sat up then and looked down at the ring, tears beginning to form in her brown eyes.
Before they could fall the silence of the house was broken by a ringing phone.
Trista allowed the phone to ring several more times before listening to the answering machine pick it up.
"Hey, you've reached the Ortons aka Trista and Randy, and well we're either really busy (cough, cough) or just ignoring you….leave a message…."
Trista was shocked at how carefree her voice sounded, because she was anyting but carefree now.
"Tris….sweetie pick up the phone!" The voice of Trista's older sister, Amy Copeland, sounding over the phone line.
"Tris? Tris?"
She heard her sister take a breathe.
"Sweetie please pick up the phone. Please?" She waited several beats.
"Okay, so you don't feel like talking, I'll just say if you need me or anything, you know you can come stay with Ads and I. You know Lily and William can't wait to see Auntie Tris and that the new baby can't wait to meet you. So call me or come visit or I'll send Ads to come get you. Anything. Sweetie just know everything will be okay."
Trista let out a bitter laugh at her sister's last words. No everything would not be okay. Not when her world was falling apart.
-x-x-xx-
Maya Romano let out a sigh that covered the damn that she wanted to mutter, but would not say aloud because she didn't want the little life inside of her to be exposed to such language, at least not yet.
She had just gotten home to her apartment, the apartment she used to share with her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend until he found out he was going to be a father. Then he no longer wanted to be her boyfriend.
Maya looked at how empty the place had become. It had at one time be bright, cheery and homey. Now it was nothing but empty and lonely.
Maya knew she couldn't stay here, not on her salary. She made a decent living as a physical therapist, but she didn't make enough to live where she did. Her boyfriend had and well now that was over.
So now she had to move.
Maya ran a hand through her long black hair, turning to look at herself in the mirror that hung above the table in the entrance hall of the apartment. She saw a dark haired, dark eyed, cinnamon skinned Puerto Rican woman who was single and going to be a mother in less than six months.
She didn't know if she could do it.
Maya had met her boyfriend, Phil, through his friend John Cena. Maya had been John's physical therapist after having major shoulder surgery. The pair had become friends and had found out they had several friends in common, the most important being Maya's best friend Trista Dumas, well Trista Orton.
John had set Phil and Maya up on a blind date and it had been nine months of happiness since then. They'd moved in together after three months and had even talked of marriage, talked about it up until two weeks ago when Maya figured out she was pregnant.
Then things had changed. Now Maya was alone, in a place she couldn't afford, and soon to be a single mother.
Her life was falling apart. She took one more look at the empty apartment and made a decision.
She was packed within a half hour, on the road fifteen minutes after that and in another hour she was pulling up in front of her best friend's house.
-x-x-xx-
John Cena ran his large hands through his short cropped brown hair. Then he leaned back against the back of his overstuffed leather couch.
He sighed before he answered his best friend. "Sure you can stay here, but first I have a question."
John's blue eyes looking at Randy Orton, who was seated up a matching leather chair, dressed in track pants and a plain white shirt. He looked like he'd been up for several days and like he'd even been crying.
"Sure man, what is it?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you need to stay here when you have a perfectly nice house less than twenty minutes from here?"
Randy took a deep breathe, several in fact, before he even attempted to answer.
"I have to stay here because Trista knows."
"What does Tris know?"
"Trista knows that I am not the man I promised to be and that I can no longer be her husband."
"What?"
"You heard me. Trista and I are getting a divorce man. I filed the papers two days ago."
John took several minutes to think over what Randy said before he even attempted to answer.
"Okay man. I don't know why and I won't ask right now but sure you can stay here."
"Thanks man."
"What friends are for."
-xx-x-
End of part one.