A/N: I was so right on the whole losing readers thing. Damn. And to think, I really liked this story, too. Fuck.

"Randy, this is ridiculous," Shawn sighed, pulling himself together. "You kids these days…You just don't know when to quit, do you? I'll be waiting in the car," Shawn grumbled in disgust, leaving Trish's fine home.

Randy squinted his eyes in thought once he was alone. Should he go and confront Trish? What if she was lying about Shane raping her? Would that totally change his perspective on the legendary women's wrestler?

But what if she wasn't lying? What if Shane really did rape her?

How would Randy be able to face him at work every week?

Would Vince already know?

Would Vince even do anything about it?

Randy thought of Vince as the wild card in this situation. On one hand, everyone thought he was an evil son of a bitch. Would Vince be so heartless in a situation such as this? On the other hand, Randy knew that Vince was actually a nice guy. Maybe he'd sympathize with Trish's possibly situation.

But the real question was about Shane.

If Shane did rape Trish, what action would Vince take? Would he fire him?

Or would he simply let him carry on as if nothing was wrong?

Randy hoped that Vince would be reasonable in this situation.

Even more so, he just hoped that his instincts about Shane were wrong.

Randy walked as quietly as he could to the sliding glass door that Trish had previously exited from. He placed his masculine hand on the handle and prepared to open the door to join Trish. Looking up, he noticed how sad, broken, and beautiful Trish looked. Her golden hair was flowing in the slight breeze. She was shivering from the cold.

She almost looked at peace.

Randy took a deep breath and slid the door open. Trish jumped from the unexpected noise. "Randy, I—"

"Let's play a game, Trish," Randy sighed, walking over to Trish and joining her in leaning on the deck railing.

"Now isn't the time for games, Randy," Trish whispered. The two looked out into the golden horizon. Even though the weather was beautiful, neither person could enjoy it. It was like being in a snowstorm and looking at a picture of a warm beach. Sure, it looks beautiful, but in the end, it doesn't really matter.

"No, we're going to play 'Tell the Truth,' Trish," Randy said. "Did Shane really rape you?"

"I told you that he didn't, Randy," Trish said, her speaking getting more and more hurried because she was trying to avoid the situation.

"But you also told me that he did. Trish, you were always a bad liar. Clearly, something about Shane is bothering you, and I intend to find out what it is," Randy said, taking a strong arm and putting it around Trish, rubbing her shoulder.

"I don't want to talk about this," Trish said, trying to pull away from Randy, but he was too strong.

"You have to, Trish. If you don't…It's only going to hurt you even more."

"Fine. He…Shane…Yeah, he did rape me, Randy," Trish stammered, crying for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

"That son of a bitch! I am going to kill him!" Randy growled, removing his arm from Trish and storming to the other side of the deck. "Trish, how could you let him do that to you? You're a strong woman. You could have at least kicked his ass."

"Randy, it doesn't happen like that. Trust me, if you were in my situation…When something like that happens, your mind is on overdrive where you can't move at all. Even if I wanted to, Shane is stronger than I am. I couldn't do anything about it! Randy, he asked me out countless times, but I kept denying him. That's why he did it, and—"

"Trish! That makes it even worse! A man who takes advantage of a woman like that is the scum of the fucking earth! He could go to jail for that!"

"I don't want him to go to jail," Trish pleaded. "I don't want someone to go to jail because of me, Randy."

"TRISH! HE RAPED YOU! Can you not get it through your head that it's pretty much the worst thing a man can do to a woman besides killing her?!"

"Randy…He did kill me. He killed my soul. Why do you think I retired?" Trish asked, arching her eyebrow at the Legend Killer.

"No…" Randy gasped.

Trish could only nod.

"Wait…Does your husband know?"

Trish looked Randy dead in the eyes. With more tears spilling out, she shook her head.

"Trish, he needs to know."

"No. I can't tell him."