Obsession

Starring: Alicia/Chris Jericho (eventual), Shawn Michaels/Rebecca, Trish/Jeff, Lita/Adam, Randy/Samantha, Stephanie/Hunter.

Chapter 21

Wednesday…

This week was never going to end. This week was taking so long. Why am I so scared? That's when I heard it, BANG. A gunshot. It was midnight, I ran out of the room, so did a few others from other rooms. It was so loud.

"What's going on?" a middle aged business woman asked.

"No clue," I replied, my voice wasn't shaking, that was a good thing.

"Ladies and gentlemen please remain calm, it was a fake gunshot," one of the managers said, "It was a few kids messing around, not a real gun, please return your rooms and I am so sorry for the inconvenience you will be compensated."

Relief filled through my body. No gun shot. No one was dead. Did I think it was my stalker? Did I think he killed again? No. He wouldn't kill again.

Why was I so sure?

Who was he?

Why am I trusting him all of a sudden? And there was no shot? It sounded real, are the managers lying?

There was knock on the door, it was Mickie, I let her in.

"Did you hear that noise?"

I nodded, "Yea they said it was kids playing."

"It felt real," Mickie said.

I asked her to sit, she was waiting for her room mate Candice to finish with her 'friend'. She was on the top floor looking for one of the girls, but everyone seemed busy or asleep, considering it was midnight.

"You know I can not room with you Candice next week if you prefer not to," I said handing her a drink.

"Yea but there's no one else really," Mickie sighed.

"You can go for your own room once your women's champion again," I said.

"When will that be?" Mickie rolled her eyes.

"Sooner then you think," I smiled, "The title will be yours next month."

"Oh my God really!" She grinned.

"Yea but I never told you ok, you'll find out Monday before RAW at your meeting with Stephanie," I told her. I had been getting along with Mickie.

Mickie's phone beeped. "That's my cue that I can return."

"Cool."

"Thanks for the company Alicia," Mickie smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow probably."

I nodded, "Yea you will. See ya."

I smiled, then the memory of the gun shot hit me again. Someone had shot the gun, at the bottom of my heart I knew I had heard a real gun shot yet the hotel staff had covered it up. I grabbed a jacket as I walked along the top floor. I walked past each room slowly, no room gave me any suspicion. There was a stag room on the floor. I stood by the door.

"Did he shoot someone?" a woman asked.

"No," a man replied. "A practise shot apparently."

"What was he thinking?" the woman said angrily.

"He was thinking his family is influential and he can do what he likes. He has apologised."

"Yea but does everyone believe our reason?"

"Yea everyone."

"Including Alicia Michaels, she is the one he seems to be concerned with."

"Yea she believes it," The man said.

I heard shuffling, I was wearing pumps so I silently ran to my room. No one had seen me but they knew me. I was scared. An understatement I know. I was petrified. They knew my name. There was a shot. They knew my name. Someone was here. They knew my name. He, they said he. I felt my heart race. Who was he? Was he the stalker? Am I safe? He…he…who was he…someone influential.

My insides were screaming, my heart was racing, I was afraid. Literally afraid and literally shaking. The plane was leaving in a few hours. I had time to sleep. I wanted to get out of this state, I needed to leave. I packed my bags as fast as I could, I don't care, I would spend more time at the airport, I didn't wanna be here. I wasn't safe. I wasn't safe. I wasn't safe. There was a guy with a gun, in the hotel, a few rooms away. He could be watching me. Oh dear lord. Oh god. I was breathing deeply when I checked out.

I grabbed the first cab I could find. I turned around, there was no one there watching. No one. At the airport I had a three hour wait till the check in. I didn't have much to do. I probably would be the only one on this plane from WWE, most were checked in tomorrow. I was to make sure all the rooms were booked blah blah blah.

I walked around the airport shops. There was this little clothes shop. I smiled at the woman and entered the shop. There were some cute tops, I bought another jacket, a dark one. I left the shop. Should I buy a spray or something? Do I need to protect myself? I was being silly. I had the distinct fear that I was being followed but there was no one there. I was shaking.

"Are you okay dear?" a middle aged blonde woman asked me.

"I'm fine thanks," I replied with a smile.

"Are you sure?" she seemed concerned.

"Yea I am," I lied.

She nodded and walked away.

Truth was I wasn't fine. Would you be? If you had just heard what I did in the hotel, if you thought you were followed. I had more time to kill. I sighed. I grabbed my laptop bag, I switched it on. A few games would take my mind off things. I did, I played games but my mind wondered to my mail. His email was still in there. The email that if I needed him I just had to reply to his email. My stalker's email. I had to email him, I had to ask if it was him. I started to write it:

I don't need you but I need to know, was it you in the hotel? Was it you who made that shot?

Do I hit send? My hand was over the mouse button, the cursor was over the send icon. Without realising it, I hit the mouse button. Oh fuck, I sent it. Oh damn, I shouldn't have sent it. What if it was him? What if…oh damn.

It was time to check in. I waited until it was time to get on the plane, and now time flew by. I boarded the plane. First class was full. I sat next to a teenage girl who looked like a spoilt princess. She had bleach blonde hair, green eyes, and her clothes were the latest to hit the fashion market.

I sat beside her, I was in jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket.

"I hate flying," she moaned to me. "I'm Louise by the way."

"Alicia," I smiled. "I'm used to flying."

"Oh?" she wondered.

"Yea it comes with the job, I travel a lot."

"What do you do?" she asked but I didn't think she cared much.

"I'm the general manger at RAW with the WWE which is world wrestling entertainment," I replied.

"Oh my little brother loves that, I'm not a huge fan," she said.

"So what do you do? Still at school?"

"I start college next year but I don't see the point, my dad is like super rich, he owns his own software company, I get to be vice president on my 21st, so is there really a point of me studying and wasting my time?"

"Well how are you going to run the company if you don't learn business?" I asked her.

"My older brother would do all that, I dunno," she shrugged. "I have my own issues."

Like what colour to paint your nails, "Tell me about it." I didn't mean that as an invitation, it's a saying, apparently miss rich didn't know that.

"Well I just got out of this relationship with this guy, all he wanted was my money, I came here to see him as well, then I find out he's a lying cheatbag and he was using me, so I leave and he's all like no you can't leave me. I'm like I'm Louise Evans I do what I want when I want. Freak. Let's hope he doesn't become a stalker, daddy would noooottt like that."

I looked at her, she was really pretty, yet she did seem a little scared that she was alone, I guess that's why she's being friendly.

"Well I have a stalker," I admitted. Maybe it'll help to talk to a stranger even if it's Queen Barbie.

"Wow, what's he do?"

Well I wasn't going to say murder was I? "He hurts people, he calls me, leaves me flowers in my hotel room, emails me, takes photos, it's freaky."

"What are the police doing about it?"

"Nothing, there examining evidence apparently."

"Don't you get scared?"

"I'm petrified, there's nothing I can do. That's why I got on this plane quickly, to leave him behind."

"Man that's fucked up. You should keep pepper spray on you, and be around people," she advised.

That was good advice, "Yea true, I'm sick of being scared and my boyfriend, well the stalker said I can't date him or he'll hurt my boyfriend so that's a problem and we're mates," I lied. "But he won't listen, it isn't important."

"Men," she replied. "They won't listen or care much."

I laughed. She was a funny girl. The rest of the flight was of light conversation. I judged her too soon, it seemed she pretended to be a fake blonde so people wouldn't get close to her. Turned out she didn't come from a close family and didn't want anyone to get close to her especially after what happened with her boyfriend, so she pretended to be Queen Barbie like most rich girls are.

I gave her my number before I checked into the hotel. Every superstar was booked in to the hotel so I headed to my suite. I was away from him, so I thought. I turned on my laptop, a reply: It wasn't me. What? He had to be lying. Why was he doing this? Why the mind games. Wednesday was close to over, and it all seemed like a blur. What was this stalker doing? How crazy was he? Did he want me to go crazy?

A/N: Yes I know a bit shorter but yea lol! I can't believe this fic is nearly over! A few more chapters left and I'm trying my best to write them up as soon as I can!

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