LOVE, IN ALL ITS FORMS

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Chapter 12: Just another Bump

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"Is…Do you think she'll wake up?" Stacy Keibler's trembling voice asked the question that everyone had been thinking.

No one spoke. Only Doctor Merey had all the answers, and she was busy getting the test results back.

All eyes laid on Trish Status' unmoving figure. Although the hospital had done a pretty good job on fixing her up, the Diva was still a mess. The usually outgoing and strong bombshell was stranded to a life support machine. Stitches and bruises surrounded her face, and a huge bandage covered her head and left shoulder. It hurt to look at her.

The four Superstars were reunited around the fallen Diva's bed, all of them lost in their own thoughts. Stacy, even though she did her best to retain herself, couldn't stop crying. A low, yet heart-breaking cry. Not even Randy Orton's comforting words could stop her tears. All he could do was hold her in his arms. Torrie and Chris, on the other hand, had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. They seemed oblivious to their fellow Superstars; especially Chris Jericho.

He'd been holding on to Trish's hand, staring at her. He hadn't blinked once. It was impossible to know what was going on through his head. Whatever he was feeling, Torrie knew was far from good. She didn't want to be in his shoes at that moment. Then again, she didn't want to be in her own shoes either.

It was only when they were first allowed to enter Trish's hospital room that Torrie really realized what was going on. She had been in some sort of trance. The last think she remembered was her very own scream, minutes after finding Trish. The rest was all blurry; almost like she had been walking through a dream.

After all, it wasn't everyday that you found your best friend half dead in her own room.

Ever since, Torrie hadn't uttered a sound. Like Chris, she simply stood on her friend's bed-side, hoping against hope that Trish would so much as flinch.

She then looked up at Randy and Stacy. For the first time in what she felt was an eternity, she smiled. Stacy had buried her face on Randy's shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around her thin body, as if they would protect her from everything. His lips pressed on her forehead, and he gently rocked her from side to side, while whispering kind words every now and then. Eventually, Stacy seemed to calm down.

Just the sight of the happy, yet not so happy at the moment, couple lifted Torrie's spirits; but only a little bit. She really wished John was there to take care of her right now, the way Randy was taking care of Stacy.

Where is he…?

Unlike Chris, she had attempted to call John a few times. Eleven times, to be exact, but he never answered.

The moment I need him the most and he can't even answer his own phone…

Suddenly everyone was brought back to reality, when Doctor Merey entered the room. Torrie immediately stood up, and all four Superstars looked on hopefully at the Doctor.

"Is she going to be okay?" Stacy hastily asked.

"Yes. Yes Stacy, she should be fine."

The girls let out a great sigh of relief. It felt like everything would be okay…

"Wait, what do you mean should be fine?" Randy had officially ruined the moment.

"Trish's injuries are severe, Randy." The Doctor calmly replied. "The surgery did go well; we were able repair the broken shoulder. As you can see, the cuts have been taken care of. Some of them were very deep though…She also suffered from broken ribs, internal bleeding…We can only let those injuries heal by themselves."

"But when will she wake up?"

"It appears that she's taken multiple hits to the head…" Doctor Meyer slowly said, allowing them to take in the information. "The coma is minor though. If everything goes well, she's sure to wake up soon."

Silence once again reined in the room. Everyone seemed to have their own way of dealing with all that was happening.

"Thank you, Doctor Meyer." Torrie gently spoke, for the first time since the whole incident. Her voice was barely audible.

"Your welcome, Torrie."

"Um, Doctor Meyer?" Stacy lightly said, while still holding onto Randy's strong grip. "When you say she'll wake up soon…How soon are we talking?"

"We can't fix a date for this sort of coma, Stacy. It could take two months, as it could take two weeks. But she will wake up."

Stacy turned to look at her fiancé. Tears filled up her eyes once more.

"Randy, the wedding…We, we can't get married until-"

"Stacy, Stacy its okay." He hushed her, and lightly lifted her chin. "We won't get married 'til Trish's one piece again. You know, I do want my wife's mind to be in one piece during the big day too…"

She simply smiled at him, and he took her in his arms once more. It was once of those moments where you could tell that two people really loved each other.

"I'm sorry to interrupt again, but Mr. McMahon asked me to leave a message for all of you." The Doctor hesitantly piped in. "He wants you to meet him in his West Newbury Riverside Cabin, the one on the Sunstream Lake." She then turned towards Chris, who still hadn't let go of Trish's hand. "He wants all of you there, immediately. And unfortunately visiting hours are now over."

One by one, they slowly left Trish's private room, Chris being the last one. He gently kissed his girlfriend's forehead before leaving. That was the first time, during the whole day, that he'd felt alive again.

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After an hour drive, they finally made it to Vince's Riverside Cabin. It actually looked more like a mansion, made of glass and wood. But the sight of it was spectacular. It's huge, luxurious glass walls shone over the lake, and they could make out the beautiful green forest, even through the dark night.

"Whoa…" Stacy whispered, in an almost hypnotized voice, once they reached the great golden gates.

Torrie wasn't impressed by it at all. Obliviously she thought the place was amazing, but it felt too…isolated, for her liking. The Riverside Cabin seemed to be the only form of human habitation in 50 miles.

The four Superstars walked in the mansion. It looked even nicer from the inside. But their view was immediately ruined when Mr. McMahon, accompanied by an older, taller man made their way towards them.

"Ah, finally, you four made it!" He boasted, in his usual loud and commanding voice. "Alright, let's go in my favorite living-room! You all might need a seat for what's coming next…"

Everyone followed Vince, as he strutted passed big, expensive-looking paintings, and down a marble spiraling staircase. They finally arrived to their destination.

Torrie gasped. She had been expecting a nice looking, maybe a little extravagant living room, but what she saw was a sight for sore-eyes. Now she was impressed.

The floor, made of pure golden marble, was covered with grand carpets. The huge walls, similar to the hall, had portraits hanging from each one of them. One of the walls was made of glass, so the living room had a clear view of the crystal-like lake, and the perfectly green trees, and the bright full moon. All the furniture was old fashioned, yet fresh. And to top it all off, a great, diamond chandelier suspended above them.

If Torrie hadn't been so shook up from the whole incident with Trish, she would have been jumping in excitement. She really felt like she was in a castle.

This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen…

"Beautiful isn't it?" Vince said, reading everyone's mind. "This is my favorite one. Now everyone take a seat! Let's get down to business!"

They all sat down on the too-good-to-be-true couches. Torrie felt herself sink in them. In a way, they felt like a release from the drama she had going through. Then the man who had been with Vince stood in front of them, and she was reminded that the drama still hadn't gone away.

There was something about that man that made Torrie feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was his serious demeanor? Maybe it was the scar engraved on the left side of his face? Maybe it was the mysteriousness in his dark eyes? He looked like the type of person who had seen, and gone through everything. He must have been over fifty, yet he was far from looking like a friendly old man.

"Well, I'm going to cut straight to the case, so as to not waste any time." He said in a calm, yet bossy manner. "My name is James Starev; head FBI agent."

No kidding…

"I'm here, as you might have assumed, to handle the Trish Stratus case. I'm going to find out who did this, and why. But…I already have a pretty good idea on who's behind the attack, and what his motives were. And this is why you're all here." He then pointed towards Torrie and Stacy. "Especially you two."

Detective Starev began searching through some of his files, before finally pulling one out of the lot.

"Torrie…You were attacked a few weeks ago, in the New Orleans WWE buildings. Do you remember?"

"How could I forget…" She replied, her voice thick with sarcasm. The night of her near-rape would forever be engraved in her memory.

Detective Starev apparently found her remark amusing, as he let out a sadistic laugh.

"Torrie…I know very well that you do not suffer from amnesia. Of course you remember your attack. So why do you think I'm asking you this?"

The answer suddenly hit her like a pile of bricks. But someone replied before she could.

"Kane."

The answer came from Chris Jericho. It was the first word he'd uttered all night, and he didn't even seem to notice it. It was as if the word had escaped him.

"Yes. I have strong reason to believe that Kane did this. We even have some evidence."

"Then what are you talking to us for?" Randy exclaimed frustrated. "Just go throw the freak in jail! Better yet, put him in an institution!"

"I only said we had some evidence. Not enough to arrest him. But we're working on it. Now Torrie, Stacy, as I was saying before, this is where you two are concerned…"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that if Kane is really the man behind all this, he most certainly will be coming after you two-"

"No one's going near them…" Randy said in a low, threatening voice. "Not as long as I'm here."

Torrie felt comforted having him around. But she would feel protected if John was here…And she still had no clue where he was.

"That's the problem, Randy. You're not always going to be here. You're a wrestler; you'll be traveling all the time."

"Um, excuse me, but I'm a wrestler too." Torrie finally butted in. "And Stacy here is Miss Hollywood. We'll be on the road as well…"

Detective Starev made a small nod, and turned his head towards Mr. McMahon. The boss stood up from his king-sized leather chair, and approached the girls. He finally made his presence felt again.

"No Torrie; you two will not be on the road anymore. The only place you'll be going is right here, in my beautiful cabin!"

"What?!"

"I'm sorry Torrie, but you ladies have no choice. I can't have you running around everywhere while a possible killer is still on the run. This is the only place where you'll be safe."

"This place isn't safe!"

It's made out of glass, for heaven's sake! Of course it's not safe; anyone can break in at any time…

Torrie saw Vince raise an eyebrow at her. He was giving her the look. She then quickly regretted her words. She shouldn't have insulted "the cabin".

"I mean…Well, of course its safe! I mean…I just…I just think we'll be a lot safer if we're surrounded by the roster! You know, lots of strong men to keep us safe!" She made an attempt at humor, only to find everyone staring at her weirdly. Everyone but Chris, who was still lost in his own little world.

"Torrie, you and Stacy will not set foot out of this cabin until the attacker is caught! Am I clear? You can consider this your home for now." Vince dictated, making it clear that there was no point in arguing.

Torrie sank even further into the couch, a pout on her face. She then heard the sound of hurried footsteps making their way towards the living room. After a few seconds, John Cena had finally joined them.

He immediately locked eyes with Torrie. He looked exactly the same way he did when they had parted ways, only a few hours ago after Raw. Only now he seemed stressed out, worried, and exhausted. He was definitely out of his element.

"What's going on here?"

Detective Starev and Mr. McMahon explained to John what was going on. Every now and then, he would shoot a worried glance at Torrie, while talking to the two other men.

Torrie expected her frown to turn upside down, now that her boyfriend had finally arrived. But she felt far from relieved. She looked at John, and she would feel…betrayed. Something had changed in him. She knew that in the past couple of hours, something had changed in him. Every time he would look at her, she would feel more hurt by him. It was like he had done something to her.

This is ridiculous…Why am I feeling this way?

Something was just out of place. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore. She just couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal out of her; it was like if she knew that he was lying to her. Why wasn't he making her happy, as he was supposed to? Why did she feel like something had suddenly changed?

She couldn't take it anymore.

Torrie suddenly made a run for the stairs. She was out of sight in a matter of seconds.

Everyone turned to look at John, who was more startled than any of them.

"Whoa Johnny! What did you do to make the girl suddenly run away from you? Normally they run after you! You must have done something to really upset her!"

John had sprinted after Torrie before Vince could finish his "humorous" speech. He was the only one to find himself funny, as usual.

Randy Orton was the only one who had the slightest suspicion on what was going on. He knew that look; the look that John had brought with him. And he knew that whatever was going on, it was far from amusing.

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The dozens of wooden doors made him more confused. He knew Torrie had run up to the last floor, which unfortunately had the most rooms in it. He had no idea which room the Diva had entered, but this bought him more time. More time to prepare for what he was going to say.

I can't believe I'm gonna lie to her again…

The beginning of their relationship had all been a lie. On his part, at least. He pretended to be different man, and most importantly he had worked so hard on making her hate him. He had done the same with many other women, yet with Torrie it was different. She was different. She had hit his soft side since day one, and so he knew she would be a challenge. But he never knew he'd find himself caught up in his own game.

Every day she would manage to take a step closer in his heart, and so every day he would act more and more like an asshole. But there were moments where he couldn't keep up the act. And those moments are what got them together.

She changed my life completely…She just makes everything better…

Yet now his past was here to fuck him up, again.

A part of him refused to let his blast-from-the-past ruin his life with Torrie. A part of him wanted to fight, with every ounce of life he had, to keep their romance intact.

But a part of him knew that their relationship had just hit a bump: Helen's reappearance had to be kept secret. He couldn't tell Torrie about it, and he definitely couldn't tell her about his ex-fiancée's demands. All he wanted was to keep Torrie as far away from this messed-up situation as possible.

If lying to her now is gonna keep her "safe", than so be it.

But she was already onto something. The moment he had entered to room, she had suspected something. She was probably the one person in the planet that John couldn't entirely fool: after all, she had seen straight through his lies when they were first paired up together. But now was a crucial time, and he had to give it a shot.

It killed him to have to play pretend again, even though it was only supposed to last a week. And he knew it would be harder than ever to keep up the act. But if this would keep Helen, and his history, away from Torrie, than he was willing to give it his very best.

It's just another bump in the road John…Just another bump…

He finally crossed a door that had been left partly opened. Pushing it lightly, he entered the room. He saw Torrie lying on a giant bed, her back leaning against the head-rest. Her cheeks were red, and tears filled her beautiful green eyes. She seemed so empty. She seemed lost.

John felt his heart sink. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms, and tell her that everything would be okay. Then he remembered what he was here for.

"Torrie?" He whispered, as he gently sat down next to her on the bed. "Baby, are you ok?"

She ignored him. She almost looked unaware of his presence. This time, John lightly put his hand on her bare shoulder…Only to have her move away from his touch.

He suddenly felt a pang of pain. She had just rejected him, the way he had done to her so many times before…But he never knew it hurt so damn much.

He felt insulted.

"Torrie, what's going on! What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" She snapped, as if life itself had just come back to her. "John, I've just been through the most traumatizing experience of my life! My best friend nearly died, and now I learn that I have to stay in this fucking cabin while a psychopath is out after me, and you're asking what's wrong with me?"

John felt relieved. Torrie was only acting this way out of fear; she wasn't really thinking straight. And who could blame her?

She ain't suspecting anything…

"And where were you this whole time John?"

Uh oh…

"I told you baby, I was with an old friend-"

"Stop calling me baby!" She yelled. "And more importantly, stop lying to me!"

Oh fuck…

Torrie abruptly stood up from the bed, and went to stand near the window. Although her back was facing him, John could feel her heart breaking. He could hear her trying to retain her tears.

Suddenly, he started having doubts. He wasn't used to so much complication when it came to women. Seeing Torrie in so much pain…well, he felt the pain himself. And he already had enough of that to deal with; he didn't need anyone else's pain as well. Is this what caring for someone was all about? Being vulnerable to them, changing your way of living completely for them…Is this the sort of relationship he had gotten himself into?

What if he couldn't handle it?

"Torrie…" He gently continued, before more insecurity could invade his thoughts. "I ain't lying here."

She slowly turned towards him. Mascara was smudged under her green eyes.

"Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you're not lying?"

He couldn't do it.

He couldn't handle it.

"Torrie! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"

"What? John-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WITH PROBLEMS?!"

He was yelling. He didn't want to. But he was.

"John, stop it…" Torrie whimpered. The tears were rushing to her eyes again.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA-I CAN'T…"

He didn't know what to say anymore. He didn't know how to feel anymore. It was all too much for him…Helen coming back, her request to meet him every night, the dilemma she was putting him through, and now this…He couldn't deal with it. He couldn't deal with any of it.

"I-I can't do this Torrie…" He lowered his voice. He had no idea what was really going on, and nor did Torrie.

"John, what are you talking about?" She said softly. Her whisper sounded like music to his ears, yet it didn't put him at ease. They were both hurting.

"I told you not to expect too much from me…"

He began walking towards the door. He couldn't bear to look back at her.

"John! Wait!"

"I told you Torrie."

He was out. Out of the door, and clearly out of his mind. He was in pain, from everything. And he was above confused.

What the fuck just happened…

Even the sound of Torrie's crying couldn't make him reach out to her.

As he ran down the stairs, out of the mansion and into his car, he kept convincing himself of one thing.

It's just another bump in the road John…

At least he tried to convince himself.

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