Title: Caught in the Middle
Author: Shantay
Email: PG-13
Content: Swearing, drama, references to sex…
Timeline: Let's take this back to a couple years ago. Before Lita/Kane. Lita's neck was never broken and she never left. But Matt and Jeff did split as a team. Jeff still left WWE and Matt went to Smackdown.
Summary: Chris could never have imagined being in love, let alone with two women at the same time. Now, he's stuck trying to decide whether to break his girlfriend's heart or his other love. Chris, Trish, Lita, Christian, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people…tear…
Distribution: Please just ask me first.
"Are you really sure you're okay being here tonight?" Chris finished taping up his wrists and looked at his girlfriend's wrapped knee.
"I am perfectly fine. Stop worrying about me. You know what? You seem to be a lot more on edge lately. I think you ask me how I feel about twenty times a day lately. Is everything alright?" Trish looked at him with concern on her face.
"I'm just making sure you're alright." He smiled down at her.
He had a match against Shelton Benjamin that night. He knew that Benjamin was a fierce competitor and he had to get focused on the match. But it was too hard. He had so many things on his mind. It had been about a month since he'd slept with Amy and he hadn't spoken to her once. As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen her except on television. He knew they had decided not to talk to each other much anymore, but he missed her. He loved her; he couldn't help but miss her. And now he couldn't get her off of his mind.
"Chris?" His head snapped back in Trish's direction. "Please tell me…what is it that you have been thinking about so much lately?"
Chris froze. Her question had caught him off guard. Trish waved her hands at him.
"Hello? Chris? Please tell me what it is. You're really worrying me, you know."
"Uhhh…I was just thinking about my match."
"For the last three weeks you've been thinking about your match against Shelton Benjamin?" Chris could tell by the look on her face that she didn't really believe him.
"Yeah. Facing Shelton is tough. I lost my title to him a while back. I'm just thinking about what I have to do to beat him tonight." Trish stood and approached him.
"Okay…obviously, you're not going to tell me the truth. That's fine. A guy is allowed some secrets I guess."
If only you knew what that secret was, Chris thought to himself.
"Well, good luck tonight baby. Go kick some ass." Trish pressed a sweet kiss against his lips. She couldn't help but notice the uneasiness in his kiss. She hid her frown until he left the room. What could possibly explain his strange behavior lately? She just couldn't figure out what was going on for the life of her. Well, one way or another, she was going to find out.
"Damnit!" Chris kicked at the boxes sitting in the arena hallway. He's lost to that damn Shelton Benjamin yet again. He needed to get his head out of the clouds. He just couldn't focus on his matches anymore.
Chris turned the corner, onto the hallway where his locker room was located. Where his girlfriend Trish sat waiting for him, to comfort him because of his loss. His sorry, sad, pathetic loss. He just didn't feel like talking to her at the moment. He needed to just walk a little while and clear his mind, if that was even possible…
Her beautiful flaming red hair and hazel eyes kept taking over his mind. It seemed like as time went on, she invaded his thoughts more and more. Their one, beautiful night together was all that he could think about. He held onto the memories tightly.
Chris turned a few more corners, not sure exactly where he was going, but knowing that he needed to think. He needed to think Amy up all that he could now, so that she could stop invading his thoughts later on.
"No! I said I don't want to do anything with you!"
"Fine…have it your way!"
Chris would know that first voice from anywhere. He hadn't even realized that he'd walked to the back part of the arena. He turned around the corner in front of him, where he'd heard the voices coming from. He turned just in time to see a hand raise and come down hard across the woman's face.
Edge took Amy down with a hard, vicious hit to the face. Chris felt sick seeing the way her body hit the floor and hearing the cry of pain. He ran towards Edge and tackled the man right after his foot pounded into Amy's stomach.
This was a rage like he had never felt before. He wasn't exactly sure where the strength had come from. Somehow he was pummeling Edge. His fists continually landed on the bigger man's face, pounding and pounding and pounding. He wanted to kill him. He was unaware of anything going on around him. All he felt was his arms lifting in the air and coming down to strike the man beneath him in the face, over and over and over again.
Chris grabbed a fistful of Edge's shirt, raising him up, and prepared to land another punch to the man's already bloody face. Suddenly, the sound of Amy's voice became very clear to him. Her sobs were harsh and loud. Chris knew he needed to go check on her.
With great regret, he let go of Edge and went over to Amy, who still lay out on the ground, clutching her stomach.
He touched her arm softly, afraid of either hurting her or panicking her, trying to let her know she was safe now. Her face was a shade of red he had never seen before and she cried harder and harder. But something struck Chris about the way she continued to cry so hard. Something was unusual about it.
He leaned in close to her, and cleared some of the hair out of her face. "Amy? Baby? You're okay now. It's me, Chris."
She continued to cry just as hard, not opening her eyes. He could see the intense pain written in her face. The way she curled into herself and continued to sob told him something was seriously wrong.
Without a second thought, he picked her up in his arms and went to find help.