Chapter: 19
Chapters name: Only One Word Left
Author: Adrea019
Characters: Jeff Hardy, John Cena, Randy Orton, Trish Stratus, Ashley Massaro, Stacy Keibler, Bret Hart, Candice Michelle, Joanne Laurer, Vickie Guerrero, Brian Kendrick and others.
Characters in this chapter: Ashley Massaro, Jeff Hardy, John Cena, Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Candice Michelle, Stacy Keibler, Bret Hart, Brian Kendrick, OC.
Huge Thanks to: Esha Napoleon, Ainat, Amelia92, trishjeffhardy & SHUTUPPORTER
Date: 2009-05-25
Disclaimer: All of the mentioned characters belongs to themselves. This story is based on Chris Morena's Alma Pirata. So I'm just rewriting her story the WWE Style
PREVIOUSLY ON "THE SPIRIT OF A PIRATE":
* Lauren signed Candice to assist in retirement home, but Candy, while assisting there, got some new idea.
* Ashley, Trish & Jeff found another hint: Kyla Reed.
* Stacy's feeling a bit weird during this time.
* Vickie had an argument with Ashley, because she doesn't want to tell her who her father is.
* Jeff made Bret believe that he killed John.
* Jeff thought that he really hurt John during the mission, so he got drunk, wanting to forget everything. Thanks to it, he got in Trish's room and lied down in her bed, hugging her. Next morning his girlfriend and Trish's best friend, Ashley, walked in on them. . .
- Ashley! - Trish grabbed her best friend's hand as Ashley was trying to leave the house. They were all three standing in the hall. Girls were near the door, Jeff was standing on the last steps of the stairs.
- Just let me go! - Ashley responded.
- No, I won't let you go before you let me explain.
- Explain me what I saw?
- I did not betray you, Ash. - Trish said.
- And neither did I. - Jeff added.
- You just close you mouth! - Trish shouted out giving a quick glare at Jeff.
- Hey, there! Don't you talk to me like that! - Jeff responded.
- Why don't you solve your problems in the bed, huh? It seems that you like being in there together. - Ashley turned around to go, but Trish once again grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
- Ashley I swear you that nothing happened. - Trish said.
- It didn't seem like nothing happened when I saw you two. - Ash said as another tear rolled down from her eye, but she quickly whipped it away.
- I don't know what you saw. . . - Trish responded and then turned her face to Jeff. -. . . can you explain what the hell were you doing in my bedroom, in my bed?!
- Calm down a bit. - Jeff responded climbing the stairs down. - In the first place, let's just relax, ok? I just confused the rooms. That's it. I got drunk, and. . . well. . . it just happened. Nothing more.
- So you got drunk and accidenatly got to her bedroom, huh? - Ashley asked. - Well then good for you, but just so you know. . . I don't believe a damn thing you're saying.
- It's not like this. . . - Jeff responded.
- Ashy, I don't know what was he doing in my room, but I swear, nothing happened and. . .
- Keep your explanations to yourself. - Ashley cut her off. - Do what you want to do, I don't care. Not anymore. Don't worry about me, I'm just fine. Seriously, everything's cool. From now on you both are dead to me. - she said as Bret suddenly appeared from above the stairs.
- Hey hey hey! - he said. - What's up with the shouts? Can someone tell me what happened?
- You want to know what happened Bret? - Ashley asked. - I'll tell you what happened. - she said as Jeff's and Trish's faces got pale. . .
- Do I really have to do this? - Lauren asked as she and Randy were making their way through the hospital, since Lauren had to do the blood test.
- Oh common babe, you're a big girl! - Randy giggled while lightly pressing her hand, wanting to encourage.
- I know I am, Randall. - she rolled her eyes. - Unlike that Candace teenage of yours, I'm a grown woman.
- How many times do I have to tell you that her name is Candice? - Randy asked trying to not to get mad. - And what kind of a grown woman is afraid of blood test?
- You're right, Randy. - she took a deep breath as they were already standing near the door of the cabinet. - Everything is gonna ok. Everything is gonna be just perfect. - she whispered. - Wish me luck.
- Good luck, princess. - Randy kissed her as Lauren entered the doctor's cabinet.
- Oh you are gonna need luck, you self-in-love bitch. - Candice said to herself. She was watching the whole scene hidden in the corner.
- Morning sick is nothing to worry about. - Stacy whispered to herself, staring at the mirror of her bathroom. - The fact that I eat all the time is because of nerves about the wedding. I collapsed because of bad blood pressure. Smells annoys me because. . . because. . . well because they're annoying! It's not my problem already. Ok. . . Right. . . Everything's alright. Don't let Bret be right. I am not a hysteric. - she took a deep breath.
- So much ado about one simple article? - Bret asked. He and Ashley were sitting on a sofa, Trish - on the verge of the sofa, Jeff - on the stairs.
- Yes. - Ashley nodded. - I spent so much time on that article, wanting to improve it, to make it better so maybe it would have worked out so good, that it would have been the most important thing in my career. - Jeff blushed since he understood, that every single word of Ashley was about their relationship, not about some article. - And then what happens? - she looked at Trish. - They steal it, print it on a magazine by someone's else's name and give some stupid explanation! And you know what hurts the most? That I trusted them. I never thought they could something like this. I guess I was wrong.
- Well, but sweetie. . . I understand that you are hurt and stuff, but there will be a lot of articles, you shouldn't worry that much. - Bret smiled a bit.
- No Bret, I am hurt and I think that I have a right to be hurt. Because this is injustice and I hate injustice! Especially people who lies. - she sent Trish a killing glare. - Wouldn't it be that much easier if everyone would tell the truth? Then nobody would probably get hurt. Then again, of course there are people who don't give a damn about other people's feelings. No matter we're talking about a stranger, a family member or even a close friend. Everytime you think that life is perfect and you have friends, who love you, you find a knife in your back. Traitors! That's how I call them. - she once again looked at Trish. - And you know what Bret? I don't want to have anything to do with them. - she quickly stood up and ran out of the house.
- Wow. - Bret raised his eyebrow. - She's really hurt.
- I know. - Trish whispered.
- It looks like job really means a lot for her.
- Yeah. - Trish nodded.
- Princess, I think you should go after her. You two are like sisters, she would feel better if you'd be there for her. - Bret said.
- Maybe your right dad. This is just one big misunderstanding. - Trish kissed her dad's cheek and quickly made her way upstairs so she could change her clothes.
- Girls. . . How sensitive are they? - he looked at Jeff smiling.
- Tell me about it. - Jeff responded.
- Why are you all in black? I thought you hate that colour? - John asked. He was lying on the sofa while Vickie was preparing to go somewhere.
- A: if me and Randy wear black, Bret and his people will think that we're mourning you. B: I'm going to friend's husband's funeral. Once again Bret will think that it's your funeral. - Vickie responded.
- That's smart. - John nodded.
- And you don't forget to stay at home. Just try to get out of here and you can consider yourself dead. - Vickie warned before kissing his cheek and leaving the house. Immediately after that, John grabbed his mobile phone and dialed a familiar number.
- Hey there sunshine. - John smiled having his mobile phone on the ear. - . . . Yeah, I'm good, you? . . Awesome to hear. I missed you. . . Well in that case we can meet? . . No. . . uhm. . . I think this time you should go to my house. Not in the old one, but in Vickie's where I live with the guys. . . Why? . . Uhm I don't know. . . It's because I'm. . . uhm. . . Because I'm sick and doctor said I can't leave the house. - he lied. - . . . Awesome! Then deal! I'm waiting. . . Yeah. . . Love you too. - he hung up his phone. - Today it's so on. - John smiled to himself.
- You see? It wasn't that bad. - Randy hugged Lauren when she came back from doctor's office.
- Are you kidding me? It hurt like hell! - Lauren responded. - This was just a waste of time. It's not like I'm ill or something. . . - she continued talking as they kept walking away.
Candice waited a couple of minutes till they walk away and then a bit more when doctor left the office and locked the door. Candy quickly, yet secretly made her way near the doctor and "accidentally" bumped into him.
- Oh. . . I'm sorry. - she blushed.
- Everything's alright. - doctor responded, he didn't notice that while bumping into him, Candice grabbed the key from his pocket. . .
- What are you doing here? - Ashley turned around in her and Vickie's house to see Jeff standing there. He wore dark blue training pants and simple white shirt.
- Calm down. It wasn't what you thought it was, heard me? It wasn't. - Jeff said.
- So what was it, Jeff? Maybe it was just my hallucination? - she raised her eyebrow brushing her long blonde hair with some black and pink streaks.
- Don't joke with me. - Jeff responded. - Yes, you saw it, but no, it wasn't like this. Nothing fuckin' happened. - she just nodded still not believing him. - And thanks for not telling Bret who I really am.
- I didn't do it for you or for her. I didn't want to harm John and Randy. They're not responsible for what happened.
- No, they're not, but right now forget the guys. I want to explain you what happened. - Jeff said. - I got drunk and I confused the rooms. That's where the story ends.
- Hm? - she smiled sadly. - Is this why you slept with Trish?
- For God sakes Ash, can you believe at least one word I'm saying? - Jeff put his hands on his head. - Nothing. Happened. Between me. And Trish. - he said slowly.
- Listen Jeff, you just repeated everything she said earlier, but I really don't have patience or time to go through it once again. So you leave or I'll leave.
- Ash, please. . .
- Good. I'll leave. - she responded quickly taking her purse and going away. Jeff just placed his elbows on the table, his face in his palms. But when through the gaps of his fingers he saw something lying on that table, his heart stopped. Jeff slowly took the empty box of baby test. . .
- Oh no. - he whispered to himself.
- You know, Brian, you really should just calm down and forget all the problems for once. At least one day enjoy yourself, take a break from job, go outside, enjoy everything this world can offer! Life is beautiful my friend. - Bret smiled. He and his assistant were walking to his office.
- It's not. . . ex-exactly my thing, Bret. - Brian responded. - It's just a waste of time.
- No it isn't. - Bret shook his head. - Everyone deserves a bit of pleasure, a bit of fun. Why to work if you can't enjoy the money you make?
- I like the. . . the whole pro-process of working. - Brian said.
- What about girls? You work to me for years, but I have never ever seen you with a girl. Bachelor for lifetime? - Bret laughed.
- Actually there is this . . . spe-special lady. - Brian blushed.
- Seriously? - Bret raised his eyebrow in shock.
- But do not e-even. . . don't bother to ask who is she. - Brian warned. - It's a secret. it's not im-important. It's not like she will re-respond to me. She's an A class la-lady, while I'm. . .
- What's up with this stupid complex? - Bret wrinkled up. - You're just as good as any other guy. Just a bit smarter.
- Thanks Bret. - Brian smiled.
- Now go to that girl, spill out your feelings, I'll give you money so you could take her to some super luxury restaurant. . .
- No, sh-she doesn't care a-about money. - Brian said. - B-but still thanks. - he smiled.
Trish slowly entered Ashley's bedroom. The punk girl was sitting on her bed, in half lotus pose. The TV was on, but it was very, but very silent.
- I want to be alone, Trish. - she said not even taking a look at her best friend.
- We are best friends, or not? - Trish asked.
- We were like sisters, or not?
- We still are. - she responded sitting down on her bed. - And I could never hurt you, Ash. Look at me, please. - she asked as Ashley for the first time from when Trish came into the room, looked at her. - I don't know how Jeff got into my room. He was drunk or he wasn't. . . I don't know. . .
- Did you sleep with him? - Ash cut her off.
- You're doubting me? - Trish stood up. - I don't give a damn about The Pirate, Ashley, can't you understand that? I know that what you saw was awkward, but it hurts to know that you think this way of me. That you think I betrayed you, that I could do something like this. . . You know what? You're very unfair. . .
- You are unfair. - Ashley quickly stood up too. - How do you think I feel, Trish? Do you have any. . . freakin'. . . idea. . . how you and Jeff made me feel? What was it like seeing you two in one bed? Do you think it's all only about Jeff? Do you think that it would hurt the same if instead of you there would be another girl? What hurts the most that of all women you were there. Because I trusted you.
- Trusted? - Trish asked.
- Trusted. - Ashley nodded. - But I grew from it. World is not full of flowers, butterflies and light colours. Life is the game where you have to stand up for yourself. Trust no one. Thank you, Trish. You gave me this lesson. - she spilled out as Trish just turned around and left. Ashley threw the pillow to the wall and then broke down crying.
- Ok. - Candice whispered to herself as she unlocked and entered doctors office. The brown-haired girl after looking around the place got near the little white fridge and opened it. There were a lot of samples of blood. Candice took them out and started searching. After about one minute she already had Lauren's blood sample in her hand. Then she started searching again, this time in already doctor's checked sample's board, looking at the results and not at the surnames. - Too much sugar. . . not enough cholesterol. . . good blood. . . good. . . good. . . inflammation. . . good. . . - then her eyes got full with happiness. - Signs of a serious grippe. - she read. - Exactly what I need.
Candice then put Lauren's sample in doctor's finished checking section and took a little doctor's paper, which were lying on the table. Candice then copied everything from other person's paper, the one with "signs of a serious grippe", just instead of his name she wrote in Lauren's. The hardest part was trying to copy the signature, she even had to rewrite everything to another paper, but in the end, Candy copied doctor's signature so well, that there almost were no differences between original and copy.
- Perfect. - she whispered to herself putting everything in their places. - In love and in war everything's legal. - she giggled leaving the office and locking it.
- Hey man. - Randy stood up from his seat as Jeff entered Vikcie's house. - Listen I've been thinking about that Kyla Reed girl, the newest hint. And I have a few ideas on my mind of who exactly is she.
- Spill. - Jeff said with no interest as he fell on the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his eyes closed. He sounded as he was just trying to get rid of Randy as soon as it was possible.
- It might be some of our relative, the one who only our father knew. That's possible. - Randy said.
- I know all of my relatives, there is no Kyla Reed in my family. I could bet on my life that there is no such woman is John's family either.
- Well then I can cross out this one, because I checked my family tree. No Reed. - Randy said. - Anyway, also she can be a close friend of our dads. Like Vickie. Maybe they just forgot to tell us about her.
- I don't think so. As far as I know, Vickie and Hart's ex wife were the only close female friends that our dads ever had. - Jeff responded.
- Oh. . . yeah. . . right. - Randy nodded. - Forgot about that. Then I guess John was right. . .
- About what?
- He said that he found some Kyla Reed on the Internet. He knows her address. But, here's the problem. . .
- What problem?
- She's 6 years old.
- Bullshit! - Jeff rolled his eyes. - Complete and total bullshit. I knew out fathers were crazy, but I didn't think they wanted to make us nannies of some child.
- Jeff. . .
- I don't have patience on children! They just shout, cry, eat and sometimes sleep. Even the though of a baby makes me sick in the stomach.
- And why should you think of a baby? - Randy smiled widely.
- Because Ashley's pregnant. - Jeff responded as Randy's smile immediately disappeared.
- You serious?
- Yeah. - Jeff nodded. - I swear I want to cut my veins everytime I think of it. I'm not ready to be a dad! I don't want to be a dad. I mean our relationship is not even that serious!
- Are you sure that she's pregnant?
- Well, she didn't tell me that. - Jeff responded. - I found a baby test in her house.
- Then what are you worrying about? It might be negative. - Randy responded.
- And what if it's positive?
- Did you guys. . . hm. . . ya know. . . use protection? - Randy raised his eyebrow.
- Well, yeah. - Jeff said. - But there's still a possibility that she's pregnant.
- A very small possibility. - Randy corrected.
- But. . . GOD! What if she is having my kid?
- Then I swear, as a good friend, I will search for the highest multistory in the town, so you can land from it without a parachute. - Randy smiled as Jeff laughed a bit.
As Trish was in her work, sitting near the table and looking for the info for the next article, Ashley suddenly appeared and sat on the floor, her back leaning against her table, so she was in front of Trish.
- Ash, what happened? - Trish asked concerned. Ashley whipped her tears away and took a deep breath searching for words. Trish knew that it was the most stupid question she could ask, because she already knew the answer, but she had to make a conversation.
- Jeff. - Ashley responded. - I. . . I love him. - Trish gulped trying to stop herself from tears. - I know that I. . . didn't even want to listen to you, to explanations, to what you had to say to me and that was stupid. Maybe if I'd let us have a normal rational conversation, we would have saved a lot of tears, but. . . It hurts, Trish. You don't know how much it hurts. Because he doesn't love me back.
- How do you know that? - Trish asked avoiding how much it hurt her talking about that.
- I can see it in his eyes. - Ashley responded. - I mean maybe he does love me, but he's not in love with me. I'm afraid that he looks at me as a friend or something like that, and I don't know what to do. That's why I didn't want to hear anything. This kept killing me from inside for a couple of days and. . . it just explode. But also. . . I don't want to lose my best friend over my difficult relationship. - she let a couple of tears roll down from her eyes. - Will you forgive me?
- Don't give blondes a bad name, silly. - Trish said now crying herself and quickly bending down on the floor, hugging Ashley. - You did nothing wrong, your reaction was normal.
- Everything's back to normal then?
- Of course. - Trish smiled through tears.
- Swear me. - Ash whispered.
- Swear you what?
- That nothing happened between you two. And that nothing will happen. - she said silently as Trish gulped once again, her tears got stiff in her eyes.
- I swear. - she whispered back.
- Hm, strange. - Lauren whispered to herself staring at her cell phone. She and Randy were walking through the mall.
- What? - Randy asked.
- The doctor wrote a message that the blood test is already done and that we need to meet as soon as possible.
- You think something is wrong? - Randy asked.
- No, silly! - Lauren rolled her eyes. - I know that nothing is wrong with me, I'm just surprised that they analysed the blood that quickly. Not even 2 hours past by.
- Maybe they just work good. - Randy said.
- Yeah, I think you're right. - Lauren nodded. - Will you lead me to the hospital?
- Of course. - Randy kissed her temple.
- How can someone be just as perfect as you are? - John asked. He and Stacy were lying on the sofa, coverlet on their naked bodies. The couple were playing with their hands.
- Believe me, I'm far from it. - Stacy giggled.
- Can I ask you something?
- When will you learn? You can ask me anything.
- Are you excited about marrying him? - John asked.
- Well. . . the whole dress fitting, flowers picking, nails varnishing things are not that bad. - Stacy responded. - Actually, tomorrows my bachelorette party. - she smiled. - I didn't really want to go, but one of my closest friends, Torrie Wilson, she refused to hear any objections. Half of the girls there I won't even know. - she rolled her eyes.
- Oh God, only two days left. - John let out a deep breath. - You know, maybe it's stupid, but I can't help wondering for the past couple of days. . . what would it be like if I'd be there instead of Bret?
- Well first of all, Jeff and Randy would make you such a huge bachelor party that you'd have too big headache to even appear at the wedding. - Stacy giggled.
- Hey, how can you think this way of me and my friends? I'm hurt. - John laughed.
- And then. . .
- What would happen then? - John smiled.
- And then, when we would be standing near the altar, swearing to love each other and so on you would completely mess up your lines. - Stacy giggled.
- Oh really? Well you while making your way near the altar would accidentally stand up on the edge of your dress and fall down. Take that! - John laughed.
- You bastard! - Stacy laughed out. - Well you would have your shirt on the wrong side!
- You would have too bright lipstick, but I'd clean it all off like that. - he giggled before kissing her. After that kiss Stacy suddenly sat up. All the giggles, smile, happiness was now gone from her face. Instead of it there was confusion and even. . . fear? - Babe, is everything alright? - he also sat up.
- Do you love me, John? - she gulped.
- Duh! - he smiled a bit, but it didn't bring the smile on her face.
- How much? - he asked.
- Very much. - he kissed her again, after he moved away, she said something, after what his face got pale from shock and disbelief:
- John. . . ask me not to marry. . . and I won't marry.
How will Candice's plan work? Was John right about Kyla? Is Ashley really pregnant? Who does Brian like? Will Trish fulfill her promise to Ashley? And, most importantly, what will John's response be?