A woman sat silently in a rocking chair in a corner. She was traumatized at the scene she had witnessed a mere half hour ago, the three other people in the room watched her quietly.
"I'm sorry Trina." Came a strong voice that belonged to Hunter Levesque. He was seated on a couch not to far away. Trina shuttered at his voice.
"Somehow I don't think sorry is gonna cut it, Hunter." Another strong voice replied. A man was seated on top of a desk across from hunter, John Cena.
"You know what why don't you just shut the fuck up, Cena." Hunter said becoming very annoyed with the young man's comments.
"Why don't you make me." The two men stood up in union and began to walk towards one another. Just then a small blond ran in the middle of the two guys before they could take another step.
"You guys stop it. This is not even the time or place for this shit, you need to be worried about trina and how she feels about this situation." Trish Stratus stated.
"Where'd she go?" Hunter asked. They turned to the corner and saw that the chair was still rocking, but Trina wasn't in it.
"She's probably outside, I'll go talk to her." Trish said. "You to idiots stay here and don't move from this room." The blond left a second later. John turned around and took his seat atop of the desk.
"We're going to jail." He said staring down at the floor.
"No we're not."
"Yes we are!" Yelled john. "Hunter, Shelton's body is laying upstairs dead. When we tell the police they're gonna find out how long he's been here and ask us why didn't we call sooner? Then we're all gonna get arrested. Plus we have his blood on us." John looked down at his blue tee which had some blood stains over it.
"We're not gonna get arrested because we're not gonna tell the police." Hunter explained.
John looked up at The Game in shock, "What do you mean we're not telling the police?"
"I mean we're not telling anybody. We'll just dump the body somewhere." Hunter shrugged, a second later he was met with a punch to the face, courtesy of John Cena. He fell down to the floor and john got on top of him.
"You son ova bitch! You just killed someone and your not gonna even own up to it!" Cena punched him once again. "You're thinking about dumping Trina's brother in some ditch and pretending it never happened! What the hell is wrong with you!" Hunter took the opportunity and punched john in the face knocking him to the floor. Just as hunter was getting up John speared him back down to the floor and the two began fighting.
Outside Trish was sitting on the porch next to Trina, her knees were at her chest and she was staring down at the ground.
"Are you okay Trina?" Trish asked, though already knowing her response.
"Yeah, Hunter just accidently killed my brother." Then she began to cry. "I'm fine." The blond set a comforting arm around her.
"It's gonna be okay T." she replied. "Everything will be fine."
"No it won't Trish, no it won't." she mumbled. "This is all hunter's fault. If he hadn't messed with that gun. I'm gonna kill him."
"Now trina don't say that." She pulled away from trish and wiped her tears, her sadness washed away with anger.
"No, I'm gonna kill him. That motherfucker deserves to die!" Trina quickly stood up and ran back into the house.
"Trina wait!" Trish said getting up and running after her. The two women ran through the house to the living room, it was there they found Hunter and John exchanging punches. "You guys, stop it!"
Hunter pushed john against the wall causing a loud thud to emerge from upstairs.
"Oh my god did you hear that?" Trina said. She leaned against the stairs case holding her stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Okay everybody just calm down." Hunter said as he stood in the middle of the three. "Look, we can't have that body up there forever, it's gonna rot eventually, we need to get rid of it."
"Get rid of it, I thought you said we were gonna call the police." Trish said.
John wiped the blood from his nose as he stood upright. "This asshole thinks we should just dump shelton's body in a ditch and not tell anybody."
"What!" Trish yelled shocked at hunter's suggestion.
"There's no other choice." Hunter stated.
"We can tell the police."
"We'll all get arrested if we do, the smart thing would just be to not tell."
"Your brain is fuckin ass backwards if you think that's the smart thing." John said.
"Look, we have two days before we go back on the road. That gives us enough time to dump the body and clean the house up."
"No." Trish and John said in union.
"Do you guys love your job in the WWE?"
"Yeah." The two said once again.
"Well it's gone if we tell."
"I don't care." John said angrily. "I won't be able to handle the guilt."
"Look John." Hunter said as he walked up to him. "It's either you don't tell, or your going to jail for the rest of your life." John stared into the brown orbs before him, he though over the question for what seemed like hours.
"Fine." He got in hunter's face. "But noone better find out about this."
Hunter turned to trish who was in a state of shock at what her boyfriend had just done. "Trish."
"I-I...okay." Everyone slowly turned to Trina, she immediately shook her head.
"No, hell no. I'm not gonna do it you sick fuck."
"Trina promise me, you won't tell, it's either this or jail."
"I don't care, I'm not doing it. I couldn't live with myself."
"Trina, promise me!" Hunter said becoming extremely angry.
"No!" Hunter walked over to trina and grabbed her by her hair pushing her against the wall. John was about to attack him, but trish held him back.
"PROMISE ME TRINA, PROMISE ME!" Trina started crying once again, but her tears weren't effecting him. His brown orbs were intimidating, she felt like he was burning holes through her.
"Hunter, I can't." She whispered.
"Please, trina." His voice was soft and calming. He kissed her gently. "Promise."
Hunter was right there was no other way. It was either jail or freedom, she knew she couldn't live with the guilt, but what could she do?
Trina sighed as she looked back up into his eyes. John and Trish were watching intently wondering what her answer would be...they were shocked.
"I promise."
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