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A BROKEN HALLELUJAH

"So are you just not going to say anything?" Melina demanded, still clutching the fattening pills in her grip. She turned to Maryse. "Are these anything to do with you?"

"I've done some shady stuff, Mel, but fat pills aren't exactly my thing." Maryse couldn't contain her smirk, as she looked at the pills. "Why don't you explain yourself, Michelle?"

"Why don't you tell me what's going on?" Melina interjected, shooting Michelle a scornful look. "Why have you two become friends all of a sudden? I thought you hated her."

Maryse folded her arms, and settled back down on the bed. "I do. I hate Michelle." She admitted. "I can't stand Michelle, and I don't think she can't stand me at the moment, either. But I put up with her, because I hate you even more."

Melina shot Maryse a blank look.

"We've been conspiring against you!" Maryse said slowly, spelling it out for Melina. "The sight of you makes us sick, and we wanted to take you out of the equation. We got Alicia in on the act and everything."

All Michelle could do was listen, as Maryse went into detail about all of their evil conspiracies. Just hearing it out loud made Michelle feel slightly sick, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. What could she say that would take back what Maryse had just said?

"You wanted the truth, and you got it." Maryse said quietly. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

"Get out!" Melina screeched at the French-Canadian blonde, throwing the pills back down on the desk. "Just get out!"

Maryse looked at Michelle, then back at a furious Melina, before seeing it right to slither out of the room, closing the door behind her with a gentle click, leaving the two enemies face-to-face. Michelle pressed her back against the wall, in some attempt at protection, but she could already see that Melina was seething.

"Did you think this was funny?" The brunette practically spat. "Did you get a few cheap laughs? Did you think that making me fat was funny?"

Honestly, Michelle had found it funny at first, but now? Not so much.

"You've put my career in jeopardy; you've ruined everything I've ever worked for-"

"Oh, and you're a total angel, aren't you?" Michelle cut in sarcastically. "I mean, it's not like you've ever done anything wrong."

"I never put your career in jeopardy!"

"So smashing my head against a wall and bullying me senseless is so much better?" Michelle yelled back, forcing herself to walk towards Melina. "You've made my life on Raw a misery, and..." Michelle's voice trailed off, as she noticed a smile falling onto Melina's face. "What?"

"You know what I find funny?" Melina let out a half-hearted laugh, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You know what I find so stomach-achingly hilarious? You. You come to Raw, you 'shake things up' but in reality; you're nothing more than a desperate, love-sick puppy."

"Love-sick puppy?" Michelle repeated.

"We all know about your little thing for Randy." Melina shrugged. "It's kind of cute actually. You're like a little girl with a crush, and you know nothing is ever going to happen, because Randy's married." Michelle longed to prove Melina wrong by telling her how far she'd really gone with Randy, but she knew that wasn't an option. "Randy doesn't care about you; he feels sorry for you. He doesn't love you, and he never will-"

"At least Randy respects me!" Michelle retorted. She was sick of these arguments, but she couldn't let Melina talk anymore. "Sure, when I first arrived on Raw, people had their doubts, but at least they have some kind of respect for me now. No-one around here has any kind of respect for you; they all think you're nothing but a bitch! A cold-hearted bitch!"

"GET OUT!" Melina was screaming now, as she thrust a finger in the direction of the door. "Just get out!"

"With pleasure," Michelle responded, picking up her still packed travel bag, slinging it over her shoulder and slamming the door behind her with a loud slam.

"What do you mean you don't have any rooms available?" Michelle exclaimed down her cell phone, as she spoke to the receptionist of the nearby hotel. She'd left Melina's room in such a fury, she had nowhere to stay, unless she planned on sleeping in the backseat of her car. "Surely you have something free? I'll take anything."

"I'm sorry; there are no rooms available at our hotel." The receptionist replied sweetly. "We seem to have had a big intake this week. Apparently there's a popular live event going on downtown..."

"The WWE are in town, aren't they?" Michelle muttered.

"Yes! That's it! I'm sorry, but we really are full. Good luck finding somewhere to stay." She said, before abruptly hanging up, leaving Michelle sat in her rental car, with nowhere to go.

Except one place. And she was already parked outside.

She couldn't go inside, could she? Would that be crossing some weird line? No doubt, she'd be furious to see Michelle, but would he? It was his house after all, and she couldn't control who he had in the house. But their marriage was still on tender hooks, and Michelle being there would surely just make things even more awkward.

But she had nowhere else to go.

With a certain amount of reluctance, Michelle stepped out of the car, and grabbed her suitcase. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, making sure it was presentable enough, before making her way up the long driveway. It was a nice house, that was for sure, and as Michelle admired it, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live there. Immediately scraping any thoughts from her mind, she pressed down firmly on the doorbell. As she saw a figure through the stained glass, she thanked God it was Randy.

"Michelle, what are you doing here?" He asked, curiously glancing down at her suitcase. "Are you okay?"

The blonde shook her head. "Do you mind if I crash here?"

NEXT TIME
Michelle's attendance is not appreciated by the entire Orton household, and
a confrontation ensues.