Title: Against Her Will
Author: Nicole
Rating: PG-13 for some language, talks of child abuse, rape, etc.
Characters: Trish Stratus, AJ Styles, John Cena
"Mommy, I don't like him very much."
"Well honey, Mommy loves him a lot, and he's a very nice man. Just give him a chance."
Trish Stratus sighed as she skimmed through the two-page biography she'd just written about her life. She was nowhere near finished, but she just couldn't continue. When Vince McMahon had asked her to write a small bio on herself for the WWE Experience, she hadn't ever thought it would be this hard. Sure, she would have to relive things from her past that were better left dead, but she could do it. Couldn't she?
As she looked over what she'd already completed for the biography, Trish realized that she couldn't do it. She had stopped at the part when her mom had introduced her and her younger sister to her new boyfriend. She couldn't go on.
Just then, the phone rang and Trish nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Hello?"
"Hey, darlin', how are things goin'?" Trish smiled when she realized that that sweet southern accent could only come from her good friend AJ Styles.
"Hey, AJ, I'm just working on some stupid biography Vince wants me to do."
"Oh, do you want me to leave you to it?"
"No! No, I need a break. This thing's killing me."
AJ was one of the only people that knew nearly everything about Trish. They had been friends for nearly five years, and Trish didn't think she could trust anyone as much as she trusted AJ. "Well, how much of it do you have done?"
"Two pages. I explained things about living in Toronto without my dad, and helping to raise my sister, but now I got to the part about when I met Richard, and I just can't write anymore."
AJ growled at Richard's name, but said nothing.
Sighing, Trish closed her notebook and walked away from the table. She headed towards the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. "So..."
"How are ya goin' to explain everything in that biography?"
"Not a clue," She paused to take a sip of water. "I can either explain exactly what happened, and upset hundreds of people, or I can lie. But if I choose option two, I need to make up something to put in it's place."
"It's better to be honest, but if you're honest, you're goin' to need to relive everything you went through that year, and that's gonna be hard."
"I know. Okay, can we talk about something else now? I'm gonna go insane if we keep talking about this."
"Okay, so how are things goin' with John?"
Trish laughed. "Nice subject change. Things are okay. Nothing big's happening. He's a really nice guy, but I just can't date him seriously. We've had two little dates, with two little kisses, and he's such a perfect guy."
"So what's the problem?"
"The problem is he's too perfect," Trish took another sip of her water before she continued. "He's a gentleman, he's a great kisser, he calls me all the time, and stops by to see me whenever he can. I like him and he likes me. It's way too picture perfect. I'm not the kind of person to get the picture perfect lifestyle."
"You deserve it, though. You never know... if you start trusting men a little more, you might just find Mr. Right. You deserve to be the happiest woman in the world, Trish."
"Well thanks, AJ, but I'm not too sure that's true. And even if it is, John has no clue why I'm the why I am, and I can't tell him."
"You have to. If ya don't, you're right, it'll never work."
"But..."
"No buts. I know everything, and I still love ya. If John's a good guy, he will too."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I know I am."
Trish laughed. "Okay, well, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed now. I'll talk to John soon and let you know how it goes."
"Alright, love ya."
"Love you too. Bye."
After putting her phone back on it's charger, Trish walked into her room and plopped down on the bed. Just five minutes later, she was sound asleep.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, Trish. Your sister and I are just going into my room for a minute. We'll be out soon, and then you're next."
You're next.
"No!" Trish woke up screaming with sweat and tears all over her face.
Damnit, she hadn't had those kinds of dreams since right before her career in the WWE started in 2000. She thought they were long gone. Obviously, she was wrong.
"Why is this happening to me?" That same question had haunted Trish since she was nine years old. She had never gotten a correct answer. She wasn't even sure if there was a correct answer. Fuck.
Once she was calmed down, Trish got back into her bed and tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately, it was too difficult a task for her to accomplish. There was no way she could get back to sleep now. He was running her life again.
"I wanna go home!"
"Trish, you're not going home until your Mom comes to get you. Stop being such a little brat and come here!"
"No, Richard, get off of me! Stop it! Stop it!"
"John, what are you doing here?"
John Cena grinned as he handed Trish a single red rose. "I came to visit a few of the boys, so I thought I'd come see you too. Is it a bad time?"
Trish looked down at the silky blue pajama pants and white tank top she was wearing. She attempted to brush her hair with her fingers. "No, no, I just didn't expect you here. I'm working a biography for some interview Vince wants me to do."
"Oh, how's the comin' along?"
"Fine," Trish lied. "Just fine."
"Can I read it?"
"No! I mean, not just yet."
John looked skeptical, but he didn't question her. "Do you have to give your whole life story in this little bio, or what?"
"No, just some information about my childhood."
"Hm, I don't think I know much about Trish the child. How was your childhood?"
"Mommy, there's something I need to tell you."
"Not now, Trish, I'm working."
"Mommy, I hafta tell you something! It's about Richard!"
"Good, because I have something to tell you about Richard later, too. Now, this can wait until he gets here, and then we can talk about it."
"Mommy, no! Please!"
"Goodbye, Patricia."
"My childhood was just fine. Perfect."
"Trish, is something wrong? You look worried, or nervous, or somethin'."
"I'm fine, John," Trish turned her head towards the window, trying to hide the fact that there were tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"I don't believe you. Is it something about your childhood? Something bad?"
Trish looked up and noticed the concerned look on John's face. She thought back to what AJ had said the previous night about telling John. "You have to. If ya don't, you're right, it'll never work." She wanted it to work, didn't she? Of course she did.
"Trish, what's the matter?"
"John, I... when I was nine..."
"When you were nine..." John egged on.
"I..."
"Come on, Trish, what is it?"
"When I was nine, I was raped."