I didn't know where to go. But my first instincts were to go running to my friends. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I don't have any friends..." I frowned. But there was only person I could go to. She wasn't crazy about me, but she was willing to listen. So I went back to the Women's Locker room, and there she was, sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. I walked over to her, my mascara running down my face, and sat next to her. She took one look at me, and looked conserned.

"What happened?!" Debra asked, putting down the magazine.

I took a little bit in answering. "Umm...Jericho.."

That's all I had to say. She understood the rest. Well...part of it anyway. She hugged me. It made me feel a little better.

"But that's not all." I continued. "Kane saw us...Jericho forced me to kiss him! I was useless!"

I started crying hysterically. "And oh, Debra! The hurt, the pain in Kane's eyes...it just killed me, and the fact I couldn't do anything about it!" I said, practically screaming.

"Well, hunnie, I don't wanna make things worst, but Kane had a surprise for you tonight. I was to make sure that you didn't leave this building. But I don't think you should know..."

"No! Debra! Tell me, please?!" I begged. I just had to know.

"Well...he was going to hide in the Women's Locker Room. When you came to gather you things, he was going to well..." Debra stopped, looking at the ground.

I knew what she was going to say. I knew it. Kane was going to propose to me. And that stupid Jericho ruined everything. He probably knew about it too. Oh, I so wanted to kill him!

"Oh..." I said. That's all I could say. Debra and I, we held each other for the next half hour. Just rocking back and forth, she stayed with me, as I cryed. After awhile, Austin came into the Women's Locker Room, and asked Debra if she was ready. He saw me crying, and just left the locker room. At least he was nice about it. I mean, he didn't make fun of me or anything. I stood up.

"Umm...you better go. Steve is waiting for you." I said.

"It's ok, he's my husband, and will --" before Debra could finish, I started crying again. She knew why. Because she used the word husband. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Trish!"

"It's ok, and thanks for comforting me," I mumbled, as I grabbed my duffle bag, and walked out of the locker room, leaving Debra behind.

I was so upset. I walked down the hallway, heading for the parking lot, just crying, and crying. Occasonally some of the other wrestlers would just stare at me...those that where still at the arena. However, most of the just ignored me. I'm sure that if I died, they wouldn't have cared. Only Kane and Debra really cared. Debra was borderline too. Kane didn't care about my looks. Well he liked me for me, and I liked him for himself. Sure he was hot, but still! And to think, I could've been, Mrs. Patricia Jacobs. I thought as I got into my rental car. I started heading for the hotel. Kane and I. No one approved of us. Undertaker didn't even want anything to do with Kane after Kane saved me from Molly Holly and her little boy toys. Kane made many sacrifices for me. He risked losing his friends, and so much more for me. He didn't care if people saw us together. Infact, he wanted us to do everything together. We'd even share a hotel room. But we'd never have sex. Our relationship wasn't that physical. Not that I didn't mind. I mean, he was different. He didn't want sex on the first date. He could wait. And I think he was waiting for marriage. And I blew it. I just had to go see him.

I pulled up to the hotel, and parked my car. I whiped the tears from my eyes, before grabbing my duffle bag, and checking in. It was one of the hotel's that Kane and I had shared a room together before. I walked over to the front desk, and checked in. She gave me my swipe card, and told me the room number. She said I had a roommate, but wasn't sure what wrestler it was. I didn't really care, it was the least of my problems. I decided to take the steps. I walked up three flights, and then walked down the loney hallway, looking for room 308. When I reached it, I swiped the card, and opened up the door. It was dark in the room. I guessed that my roommate was sleeping. I hated to wake them, but I just had to turn on the light. I couldn't see. I'm sorry that I did turn on the light. Because as soon as I did I saw him. He was laying on the bed on the right. He opened his eyes and saw me. I frowned, and, finally shut the door behind me. He sat up, and just starred at me. I didn't say anything to him, and I knew I looked a mess. turned off the light, and went into the bathroom, taking my duffle bag in with me. I shut, and locked the door. I didn't want to have to emerge from the batheroom. On the other side of the door was ... Kane. Of all wrestlers I just had to be roomed with him. I sighed, and stripped out of my clothes. I tried to take a shower, but my legs were too weak, so I wound up having a bubble bath. It reminded me of the time Kane and I took a shower together. That's all we did. Nothing really physical, again. I started crying. I guess I was loud, because there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Trish? Are you alright?" Asked Kane.

Dispite what he had seen, and what he thought, he still cared for me. That takes guts. I must have really hurt him. I shook my head yes, but I just couldn't speak. My voice would fail me.

"Trish?! Ya there, hun?!" Kane said louder.

"Y-Yeah," I managed to get out. Kane could tell I was lying.

"Ok, goodnight." He said.

I sighed, and relaxed in the bubble bath. I didn't feel like getting out, but my skin started to prune. I hate that. So I got out, and looked in my duffle bag for my Pajamas. All I had was a pair of shorts, and one of Kane's t-shirts. Oh, it smelled like him. I put it on, and combed my hair. I brushed my teeth, and left my bag in the bathroom. I sighed, and prepared myself for the person that was on the other side of the door. I put my hand on the door knob, and opened it. To my surprise he was fast asleep. I sighed with relief, and turned off the bathroom light. I crawled into my bed, and started crying; missing his touch. I guess I woke him up.

"Trish" Kane said. I could hear him turn in his bed to face me, even though it was pitch black.

I had my back facing him. "Wh-what?" I stammered.

"If you were with Jericho, why didn't you just tell me?" Kane said.

"I'm not." I said, as I continued to cry.

Kane shooked his head in disbelief. "First Tori, now you. I can't win. See you in the morning." Kane said, before rolling over onto his back.

I went to say something, but I could her him snoring softly. I guess it didn't really bother him? I cried myself to sleep that night. I was so hurt. Honestly, I didn't want to go to training the next morning. See all Raw superstars practice on Tuesday, and the Smackdown wrestlers, practice on Monday mornings. It works out good. That way we all are always at the same places, and stuff. I hated it though. The next morning, I woke up, when I felt the side of my bed slump down behind me. I knew he was there. He was there just staring at me. Debating on weither or not he should wake me up. So I helped him out a little. I turned to face him, and then opened my eyes. He just stared at me, with the same hurt in his eyes from yesterday.

"I take it you didn't sleep well" Kane stated, from the fact I had really big bags underneath my eyes.

I just shook my head, and walked into the bathroom. I couldn't deal with him. Not now. I had to get ready to go to the arena. And if everyone saw me in this condition, I'm sure they'd make up some untrue rumor. Heck, I'm sure Jericho already started one about him and I. Lucky me, right?!

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Muahahaha! This story...sad sorta?! Well I dunno, but I've had it in my head for awhile, and I just had to get it out! Ya know?!