Life in the Hills 2
-Chapter 29
'The Sound of a Bang'
R&R

Coming right into Stacy's apartment – no knock or doorbell ring – Torrie was dressed in her best black business suit with a blue top underneath. She tossed her purse and folder onto the table where Randy was trying to eat his dinner. He looked up at the blonde with a bit of an angry look on his face, "No knock – no ringing the doorbell; since when it is okay for people to just walk right into people's homes?" He dropped his fork and stared up at Torrie.

"We've been doing it for the past – eight months I think and now you decide to complain?" Torrie reached into the fridge pulling out a bottle of water and taking a seat across from Randy, "And now the Orton's decide to be all defensive?"

"It could have been a burglar – murder – rapist. It could have been anything," Randy fought back, "Next time please knock."

"Oh because there's just criminals crawling all over the place," Torrie paused for a moment to take a sip of water, "And if you're scared of criminals, I think locking the door would be pretty helpful in preventing them from getting inside – don't you think so?"

"I haven't gotten that far," Randy noticed how Torrie was dressed, "So where did you come from? What's with the whole business look? You work at a restaurant so since when did Dave change the dress code for employees?"

"Didn't Stace tell you that I quit?" Randy wasn't aware of it, "Well, I quit and I had this job interview with this Fashion company. I applied for the design position so I'm crossing my fingers I get a more decent job."

"Looks like Torrie Wilson is getting back on her feet and ready to strike the Fashion world once again," Randy did a little soft clap. Torrie returned his clap by narrowing her eyes, "What would the Fashion world ever do without you Tor?"

"Eat your dinner and shut up."

From the bedroom, Stacy came wobbling in as she was now was in her seventh month of pregnancy. She titled her back and came walking over into the kitchen with a smile, "Hey Tor – How'd the interview go?"

"I was going to continue but your husband here decided to joke with me," Torrie fake smiled at Randy, "But my interview went very well. I think she liked me and I think I stand a chance at getting this job so I am really happy about it."

"Good job girl," Stacy complimented as she took a seat next to Randy, "And since you have great news – Me and Randy have some news too. Tell her Randy."

Randy wiped his cheek off with the napkin as he was about to tell Torrie the news, "We haven't told anyone yet but as of lately, we've been thinking about of moving out of the apartment and find a house. Well, today we actually saw one we really liked and it's right by West Beverly. It's really big – three bedrooms, nice view and a nice pool."

"Oh my god –guys. I can't believe you're going to leave this apartment," Torrie smiled, "You've been here for so long and it's going to suck not having you here."

"I know – but now the apartment will be free to rent for anyone."

"I'll take it!" Torrie shouted in an instant.

"What? But your living with John?" Randy cocked his eyebrow, "Why would you want to move?"

"I mean – I like living with John but I would like my own place and John may want to live with Michelle in the future and I love your apartment," Torrie glanced around, "I mean – it's yellow and I like yellow."

"Well, fine – you can have it when leave," Stacy gave in, "But it isn't for another two months. We move in at the beginning of the summer so you can have it then."

"Perfect," Torrie was about to touch upon another subject involving Stacy – her baby shower, "And tomorrow's your baby shower. Aren't you excited?!"

"I am – and I can't wait to see everything for the babies. Matching clothes for them and all of those things. I can't wait to see the gifts," Stacy squealed like a little child, "I can't wait for 3pm tomorrow."

"Hold up – Baby showers don't have any strippers right?" Randy asked, "Because if they're going to be there – I think I'm going to have to cancel it."

"Randy's it's a baby shower – Why the hell would there be strippers at a party for a woman having twins. Could you please think a little bit with logic please?" Stacy smiled at him sweetly, "But you have to be gone – so go doing something with the guys."

"I'll probably go to John's – you know, have a beer or two and watch the game," Randy said, "Do what guys do best."

"Sit around and be lazy little bastards – yes, that's what you guys do best," Torrie agreed much to Randy's dismay, "Oh and Stacy – there's a big surprise for you too. I'm not saying anything but that the surprise is a person."

"You're bringing someone?" Raising her eyebrow, thoughts went through Stacy's mind, "Nothing's coming to my mind – perhaps it's a stripper since strippers usually show up at baby showers all the time."

"Okay – I get it!"

"I better get going – I've got to go get some things ready and all," Torrie headed out for the door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Tor," Torrie exited the room and Stacy decided it was time for some relaxations, "I'm going to go take a bath. Carrying a Baby is killing me and a hot bath with bubbles and all would make me feel just great.

Stacy rose from the chair slowly and headed into the bathroom. Just as she left, John came walking in the apartment, "Hey Bro – What's up?"

"Trying to eat dinner and be a normal human being," Randy smirked, "What's up with you? You seem really beat up. What's wrong big boy?"

John took a seat and stretched out his limbs, "I worked a twelve hour shift and it killed me man. I don't even want to move or do anything – and Michelle's driving me nuts man. On top of work and everything, she's just making it worse."

"Spill it – What's blondie doing to you?"

"Just – she keeps blabbing about how people are 'Hating' on her," John did the little air quotes to signify the sarcasm, "And she just badmouths so many people. I swear – she went through a whole list of people that she badmouthed to me since high school. She even talked about Trish, Candice and You too."

Randy took a short pause and stopped eating his food, "What the hell could I have done to her? I barely associated myself with her unless I was with Maria or something. I don't get what I ever did to her."

"Apparently – when you were dating Maria Junior year, you were giving her all these types of signals and when she approached you – you shot her down and apparently she's been upset ever since. Don't ask me man – I zoned out after five minutes of the two hours she spent talking."

"Whatever – I never liked her in the first place and I don't care today," Randy shrugged his shoulders without knowing what he said, "Oh man – I don't mean to badmouth her or anything. She's your girlfriend after all so if you're happy with her – I'm happy man."

John chuckled softly, "I don't care if you like her or not – You could hate her and I wouldn't care but I have to admit, I'm getting a bit sick of her. I don't like the jealous and angry personality of hers. I wonder why I'm even dating her."

"Why are you?"

That was a good question for him. Answers raced through his mind, "I don't know man – I guess I like that feeling of having someone in my life and not being alone. I think that's the only reason – and she's good looking but other than that I feel not real connection with her."

"What do you want in a girl?"

"Well, I want a sweet girl – who's caring and kind. Not some stuck up bitch who just takes about everyone else to make herself feel better. I want something real and knowing that our relationship would evolve. I want –"

"Torrie," Randy completed the sentence, "You basically described Torrie to me so I'm going to fill in the blank for you."

"You're right man," John agreed with his friend, "I do miss having her. She's someone I could see myself but she even said it herself – she thought maybe we weren't happy with one another and we were just meant to date and not really last forever – like we thought it would be. I don't know man – so many things are just rushing through my head and it just makes me think about everything. Did I make the right decision by ending it with Torrie?"

"There's still time for you to see if there's a chance – you shouldn't give up."

"I don't know Randy – it's a bit more complicated than that."

"Just see. Don't go and make some rash decisions. Take your time and really figure out what you want and if Michelle is what you see, then stay with her but if it's Torrie you see – then go back to her because I bet she still feels for you."

"How would you know Mr. Relationship expert?"

"Here comes the smart remarks from you – Listen, all I know is that if your with someone for so long, the feelings will still linger until you decide what exactly you want to do," The relationship expert Randy told his best friend.

"Strong words Randy," John smirked, really thinking about what he said. He could be making the biggest mistake of his life staying with Michelle and not being with Torrie – but he'll find out soon or later, "I think you should become a psychologist."

"Get out of my apartment," He answered back with a slick smirk.

--

Candice was watching JBL pack up for his trip that night. Getting together his clothes, JBL was getting ready for his 'trip' that he was taking. Candice was helping him get everything together and make sure he had everything he needed for the two week trip to Italy. Though she wasn't upset that he was leaving but was happier that he was leaving. Because one he's gone, she was going to finally leave.

Candice was going to escape from the grips of his lock on her while he's gone. With Dave back in her life, she wanted nothing more but to be with him and live in peace with him. That wasn't going to happen with JBL around so the two of them needed to get out of Los Angeles as soon as they could. With JBL leaving, it was perfect timing for them to make their escape.

"I can't believe you're going to be gone for so long," Candice pouted – though she was really lying, "Two weeks without you – I think I may just go crazy!"

"Oh you'll live," He smiled, "And maybe you can come at the end of the second week and we can spend a third week together. Doesn't that sound good?" He asked her.

"Sounds wonderful; I'd really love to see Italy because I never got the chance too and to spend it with you just makes it even better."

"Your too kind," He flashed a devious smile without her looking. He knew what was going on and has been tracking her every move and he would make sure that he will stop the two of them at any means cost and he meant it. Whether he has to hurt someone or even kill a person – he'll do it.

"Oh I left the bank books you wanted downstairs in the living room," Candice told them, "I managed to find them in time."

"I'm going to go grab them," JBL exited the room to head downstairs.

The moment he left, Candice whipped out her phone and dialed Dave's number. As it rang, Candice waited to hear his calming voice, "Hello," He answered.

"It feels so good to hear your voice," Candice sighed, "I can't wait for all of this to go through. He's packing up his things and I'm gladly giving him a hand."

"I know – it's killing me that I can't be with you yet. I have to wait for that rotten bastard to get out of there and the two of us can finally get out of here and just enjoy life together."

"It's only going to be you and I and the beaches of Aruba – Oh, just the sound of it gets me so excited to leave here and go somewhere better than this. He won't be there and can never find us. I've already cut up my credit cards and tossed them away."

"Good – we can't afford him to find us. If he finds us, were done for. I've already got everything under control on my part and he can never track us through any of my records so we've got nothing to worry about."

"Also," Candice paused for a moment with a silk smile coming across her lips, "I also took a trip to his bank account and grabbed plenty of cash from him. I'm not going to say how much but enough to let us get on our feet once we get there. He won't even notice the difference on that bank account after I withdrew the money."

"Things just keep getting better for us."

"Sunday morning – Me and you will be on a plane right to Aruba. Nothing for us to worry after that," Candice took the chance to change up the subject, "Are you going to stop by tomorrow for Stacy's baby shower?"

"Working all day," Dave notified her, "I'm closing at eight though so right after work – I'm coming straight to you and nowhere else. I think we could start our celebration of leaving JBL a bit early if you don't mind."

"We can start the minute you come through the door," Candice giggled, "I wish we could start now but we can't. I just seriously can't wait for it."

Outside the room, JBL was leaning up against the wall, listening in to Candice's conversation with Dave. He already got the bank books and just decided to take listen in and figure out what's going on. Now, it was time he put his crafty little plan into effect to counter there's.

"I seriously can't wait for it either. I'm going to teach you a listen in backstabbing me."

--

Her day had come. Stacy's baby shower was in full swing. Friends and Family of Stacy were gathered around in her apartment. Torrie had planned a beautiful baby shower for Stacy with some help from Stacy's mother. She was too busy chatting it with some other friends with Stacy. Torrie was in the kitchen, fixing some things up when Candice and Mickie came up to her.

"Torrie, you did a great job with the baby shower," Candice complimented, "And I love this little hot dogs wrapped in bread. They are absolutely delicious. You're a great chef on top of that."

"No – The microwave is a good chef."

"I wish the microwave could do more things than just heat things up," Mickie smiled at the blonde bombshell. Being Jeff' girlfriend, she began to get close with the girls and really saw them as close friends. It was nice to have some girlfriends to have here – especially ones you like.

"When is Lita supposed to come? She was supposed to be here an hour ago," Candice complained, "Stacy's getting a bit impatient."

"Matt called me and told me that Jeff is supposed to bring her over. He sent me a text that he was on his way about a half an hour ago," Mickie informed her, "They should be here really soon."

"Trish is still made at me," Torrie looked at Trish who was talking to one of Stacy's relatives, "Should I go up to her and talk to her? I just want to fix everything up but will she even talk to me."

"You should give it a shot," Mickie encouraged, "It's been a month since the two of you talk so you might as well talk. Just fix everything up."

"Mickie's right – Just go and see what happens," Candice gave Torrie a little push, "Go talk to her before Lita comes at least."

"Okay, I'm going – don't rush me," Torrie headed over to Trish. She tapped the blonde on the shoulder who turned around in response, "Do you mind if I just talk to you for a second? It's really important."

"Excuse me one moment," Trish told the person she was talking to as she pulled Torrie away into the balcony, "Okay – what is it that you want to talk to me about?"

"Trish, I want you to talk to me. I can't stand you being mad at me and I just want us to work part this and move forward," Torrie told her friend, hoping she would hear her out, "I want us to be friends again and end this silly fight."

"You cheated on John – and you know how I feel about it. Chris cheated on me and destroyed our marriage. Cheaters are the worst people in the world and your one of them. You betrayed him which makes you a cheating bitch. I don't even know how he could forgive you."

"Listen, John and I worked this whole thing out. We both felt we weren't happy with one another and we both not right for each other. That day I realized that maybe John wasn't going to be the one."

Trish started to listen a little, "But that's no excuse Torrie."

"You don't know how guilty I felt. I know what I did was wrong but what's done is done. I wish I could go back and change what I did but I can't. Instead I have to deal with it," Torrie spoke, "And Johns accepted it and you should too."

"Why should I?"

"Because it doesn't even really affect you!" Torrie came out with the truth, "Like I understand why it would bother you but it doesn't affect you and it's really only between me and John. So basically you're just mad that I did something. I shouldn't even be apologizing to you!"

"You did the worst thing you could do."

"And he did the worst thing he could do too. He cheated on me and I don't see you telling him why he cheated on me," Torrie screeched – raising her voice slowly, "So I'm sick of you being mad at me. It's ridiculous how you treat me. It's not fair and I shouldn't even care anymore. I'm done Trish."

Torrie was through – Trish couldn't see past anything and was annoyed at how she was just mad at her and not John – who had commit the same thing she did and she wasn't even mad at him. If she could see past his, she could see past her but that obviously isn't going to happen.

Trish did feel a little guilty – because she was right in a sense. Maybe she took the whole thing to far or something.

Torrie headed back into the living room where Stacy was seated and greeted her with a smile. She gazed upon the many gifts that laid upon the room, "Stacy, these kids are already spoiled and they aren't even born yet."

"I know – and I love the matching boy and girl shirts. They are just so adorable," Pointing at them, Stacy still couldn't believe she was having twins, "I look at all of this and can't believe I'm going to be a mother."

"You're going to be a great mother," Torrie smiled, "Especially if you name the girl Torrie."

Stacy just giggled – knowing she wasn't going to do that, "Torrie – I've told everyone that I'm not naming any of my children after any of my friends. I have to have like ten kids if I want to name them all after you."

The door bell rang. The surprise was here, "Oh Stacy – go get the door," Torrie told her. Stacy rose from the couch and headed to open up the door. Reaching for the knob, she turned – then pulled it to reveal a familiar face standing in front of her – in the same situation.

"Lita!" Stacy said in the excitement of having her friend stand right in front of her, "What are you doing here?!"

"I wouldn't miss my friend's baby shower," Lita smiled, "I had to be here for you and those set of twins your carrying in there."

"I would hug you," Stacy looked at both of their appearances – being that they were both pregnant, "But as you can see, we're in a similar situation."

"I never noticed," Lita giggled, "Wow – two of us are pregnant. Who's next to have a baby?" Lita glanced around looking at Trish, Torrie, Mickie and Candice.

"I'm good for now," Candice said.

"Same here," Mickie said.

"Make it three," Torrie admitted.

"Four," Trish raised her hand before she took another sip of her wine, "Come – sit down here," Trish directed the two women to sit in chairs in the kitchen, "So what's the baby? Boy or Trish jr.?"

"Trish jr?" Lita glanced at her for a moment, "Well, it won't be a Trish jr. I'm sorry Trish but me and Adam are having a boy."

"A boy?" Torrie seemed so excited, "I can already see him having your eyes!"

"So it's going to be a Trisho?" Trish didn't give up – she was hoping for something but chances were very slim.

"No Trish," Lita responded, "We aren't sure what we are going to name him but it's going to be with an A – keep it going and all. We're thinking of the names Austin or Adam. We like them both so we'll pick out of the two of them."

"Jeff just left. He might be downstairs," Lita said, "And something's up with me. His eyes are all red and I think he might be sick."

"I am going to go check on him – see if he's downstairs," Mickie headed out the door, leaving the girls to catch up with Lita. She strolled the staircase and luckily caught Jeff at the door, "Jeff – hey sweetie, wait up!"

Jeff turned around and you can visibly see the redness in his eyes and they looked puffed up. It's like he was crying or something. Something was wrong with and Mickie knew it, "Oh hey Mickie."

"What's the matter? Your eyes are all red and you all upset. Is there something wrong?" Mickie asked her boyfriend, "Is something bothering you or something."

"I'm fine – just," Jeff quickly thought of an excuse to tell her, "It's the allergy season. Everyting's acting up – I keep sneezing and have these bloodshot eyes. That explains it all so no need to worry."

"Aren't you going to hang out with the guys?" Mickie asked, "John, Chris and Randy were all going to hang out. I thought you were going to go with them since you're not working or anything."

"I can't – I got some things to do at home and I have to meet with someone," Jeff looked at his cell phone, "And I've got to get moving. I'll call you later and maybe I can pick you up?"

"Wonderful," Mickie leaned in and gave him a kiss, "I'll talk to you later," Mickie said before she vanished back upstairs.

Jeff headed back into his car before taking a out a familiar pill bottle out. He tossed out two pills and tossed them into his mouth – followed by a sip of water to swallow it all down. It had seemed that Jeff had gone back to his old ways. The drug free Jeff was gone and the old Jeff was back in.

As Jeff pulled his car out, John came walking by with Michelle by his side – blabbing away. Michelle was back on talking about how this person is bad for doing this and John wasn't exactly listening. It was going through one ear and out the other – just like previous badmouthings coming from her. Maybe it was time to do something about this and do it now so he doesn't have to go through hearing her crap anymore.

"Stacy has gotten so fat ever since she was first pregnant. Her cheeks are bloated beyond belief. I mean – I would never let that happen to me. I take care of my body," And she was back to just talking about other people.

"Michelle – she's pregnant and she's eating for three. She has twins coming and you wouldn't expect her to get a little chubby?" A simple eye roll was all John could respond with, "When you get pregnant – the same thing is going to happen to you so quit the complaining."

"Oh trust me. I am not having kids," Michelle advised the man, "I hate kids – don't want nothing to do with them so I'm not having anything growing in me."

"Wonderful," John stopped in front of his building and looked at Michelle. I think it was time to let this little birdie fly, "Listen Michelle – I think we should talk."

"Talk about what?" Michelle raised her eyebrow, "What is it that you want to talk about?"

"Us – I want to talk about us," He paused for a few seconds as he was about to tell Michelle some news that she may not look forward to, "I don't think we should continue – Michelle, we are both so different and I can't see a future with you. I don't think it's the best idea to stay together."

Michelle's reaction wasn't a good one. She dropped her water bottle on the ground and gasped, "You're breaking up with me. You're ending this? It should be the other way around – no one breaks up with me. I do the breaking up."

Clearly Michelle was angry and John just gave her a long stare, "Well – in this case I'm going to do this because you're not the girl I want. I don't even know what really got me into you and I think I may never know."

"Excuse me?" He tone got much louder – clearly signifying that she was upset.

"You're not nice, you make it seem like your jealous of everyone when you talk about them," He couldn't think anymore – well, because there was just so must, "I could go on and on. I want something different."

"You want Torrie."

"What?" He answered back with a confused look, "It might not be Torrie. You don't know."

"Listen, I may be blonde but I'm not that stupid. You're still in love with her so maybe it's a good idea that you go back to her," Michelle answered, "I may be a bitch – but I am sometimes nice. Probably after this moment with you – I am going to turn into a super bitch."

"No you're not."

"I will," Michelle answered, "So get out of here while you can or you're going to hear me call you an asshole and several other bad things since you're ending our relationship."

John slowly backed away and opened the door to the apartment house and ran in. Eventually, he heard some screaming thinking it was Michelle. He just ran up the stairs hoping not to hear her and it worked, "That must have been the easiest break up I've had in such a long time."

--

Working on a Saturday evening wasn't Matt's idea of fun. Helping the Band under the company's contract was difficult and required a lot of time. With Matt's Legal problems over with, He was able to get back to work. He wasn't alone as Abby – Ashley's daughter was sitting at the table, coloring away. Matt was left to care for Abby after Ashley apparently dropped her off last night, leaving her under his care.

Reasons why Ashley would do that flooded his brain. She loved Abby and wouldn't just leave her like that. Matt was legally still her guardian and had the permission to care for the three year old. As he finished up so paper work, Abby walked up to Matt holding her coloring book.

"Matt, Where's mommy?" The sweet innocent girl asked, "She said she was just going to do some shopping for a little so she shouldn't be long."

"She decided she needed more things so she is going to take a little bit longer," Matt smiled at the young girl. What else was he suppose to tell her? He just had to keep her calm and relaxed until he found Ashley, "I'm almost done here so we are going to leave in a little okay?"

"Got it," She said and went back to the table.

Matt finished up some last work until his phone began to ring. He answered it, "Hello."

"Yes, is this Matthew Hardy?"

"Speaking."

"My name is Martha Katz and I'm calling from Beverly Hills hospital," She introduced herself, "We're calling on behalf of Ashley Massaro who was brought into the hospital last night following a car accident. In the car, we had found some documents containing your information which leaves us too calling you."

"Oh my god," Ashley was in a terrible accident and it happened last night. What was he to do? "Is she okay? Please tell me she's still alive."

"Well, she's currently in Intensive care. She's suffered many injuries including cuts, bruises, a broken hand, concussions – we'd like to talk to you in person since you seem to be her only contact."

"But is she okay?"

"Sir, we'll have to discuss this once you get here."

Matt took a look at Abby who looked at him and could sense she knew something was wrong, "Okay – I'll be there as soon as I can."

--

Looking at the clock, seeing that it was eight at night, It was time Candice returned home. Still left there would be Torrie, Stacy, Lita and Trish – who certainly had more catching up to do. Candice grabbed her purse and flanged it over her shoulder, "Listen girls – I really have to go. I'll see all you girls really soon," Candice blew a kisses to the girls.

"Bye Candice," The girls waved as she exited.

Stacy's eyebrow rose up, "She seems a bit happier these days – I could only wonder what's going through the little mind of hers."

"And she's different," Lita noticed. The two of them didn't really get along before but now she sees that she's a sweet girl and that Candice she knew was back, "It's like she's back to the Candice we all knew."

"Your right," Trish commented, "So – you're leaving tonight?" Trish asked the redhead, "How are you getting back?"

"Adam's suppose to come and get me here in a little while," She said, "He has to work and with my due date coming really fast – it's best I stay near a hospital."

"And before I know it, you'll have a child and I won't be too far along," Stacy's hand rubbed on her growing belly, "And I won't have any more back problems."

All of a sudden Torrie's phone vibrated and she immediately picked it up, before moving away from the girls to let them continue to talk, "Hello."

"Hello Torrie – this is Claudia from the interview. How are you?"

"I'm doing well – and yourself?"

"I'm doing great," Claudia answered back, "Listen; I'm calling on behalf of the interview. We were honored to have you and just loved you. We feel that our company needs a woman like you to work for us as the head of our design position."

Back on top of the Fashion world? Torrie could not believe the tremendous opportunity she was receiving. It was a matter of a simple yes or no to determine whether she would take this job, "Claudia, I would love to take the job."

"Perfect," Claudia spoke, "but I don't know if we told you."

"Told me what?"

"Well, this job isn't in Los Angeles. It's for the head position in Sydney, Australia."

This was even more of a shock when the position came up. She would be moving across the ocean to have a job she always wanted. But was it all worth it? She'd be leaving her family and friends here for this opportunity, "Sydney?"

"Yes – you would be the head of design, working on clothing for the international fashion shows and you'll even get a wonderful Home right off by the bay. It's a dream any girl would die for and we are offering it to you – So what do you say? Will we be seeing you head to Sydney?"

It was do or die time, "I'll take it."

"Torrie – we are glad to have you onboard with it. You won't be leaving for a couple more weeks so you have plenty of time to get yourself arranged. We shall be in touch," Claudia responded as she closed her phone.

Torrie placed her phone back down and couldn't get through the fact that she's going to Sydney. It was like her leaving for New York all over again and now it was time for her to open the next chapter and head down under to Australia.

Immediately as she turned her attention back to the girls, the door opened up and in came Randy, Chris, John and Evan. Evan ran into his mother's arms, "Hi mommy."

"So How was the bridal shower?" Chris asked, "Did you ladies have a good time?"

"Did we get anything good?" Randy immediately noticed the items for the baby behind her, "I hope we got something good."

"I'm sure we did," Stacy smiled, "What did you boys do all day?"

"Opened up a few beers, stuffed our faces and watched the basketball game – all day," John nodded, "It was the ideal day for a man basically and we should do it more often."

As Evan exited the embrace from his mother, he began to walk much slower until his little body collapsed onto the floor. He went down like a ton of bricks. His mother was the first to noticed – as she feared the worse, "Evan!!" Trish rushed to her son's side, seeing him fall. She tried to get him to responded by shaking him, "Evan, sweetie. Please wake up."

"Oh my god," Chris came by Trish, trying to get a response from the little boy, "Evan – come on."

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Trish screamed out.

"I got it!" John rushed to the phone and quickly dialed 911, to request an emergency.

"This can't be it! No, it's too soon! They said he had more time," Trish began to weep as her son was unresponsive. The worst had apparently come – way too soon, "He has to be alright!"

"Their sending an ambulance!" John alerted until he felt the embrace of Torrie. Her arm wrapped around his body as he could feel her sobbing lightly, "It's going to be fine."

"Our baby can't die!" Trish called out as she continued holding onto her son, who's body was in her hands. Trish had the support of Chris – with his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Stacy and Randy watched the agonizing pain that Trish and Chris were going through. They all knew about Evan's condition and this may spell the end for the little tike. The sirens of the ambulance could be heard in the distance as help was on the way.

--

"I'm just getting out of my car as we speak," Candice spoke into her cell phone, closing the door to her car, "And you better be on your way now. I don't want you to keep me waiting anymore since JBL is no gone."

She looked around the driveway and noticed no cars and just a dark house before her. Immediately, she knew no one was here and that JBL was gone and she would be gone from him in a matter of a day.

"I should be there in about ten minutes – there's a little bit of traffic going on here so it might take a little time," Dave was speeding down the boulevard, "So can you wait just a little longer?"

"I can – But don't keep me waiting way too long. I don't like suspense," Candice opened the door to her home, greeted by silence, "Oh it's so quiet in here. It hasn't been like that in ages," She closed the door and tossed her keys on the counter by her side.

"When did he leave?"

"He left this morning – around eleven or something."

"Guess who's home?" a voice in the darkness arose and there he was – John Bradshaw Layfield standing right before her.

"John?!" Candice's shocked voice said it all. The man she thought was gone was still here.

"John? What the hell? Candice what's going on?" Dave asked through the phone.

"Surprised to see me?"

"DAVE!" Candice screamed through the phone to alert the man before she was smacked across the face, tossing her done onto the ground. Her cell phone slipped out of her hands, falling across the ground.

"Candice? Candice what's going on?!" Dave screamed through his phone, "Say something. Is everything alright?"

Candice crawled to her phone and just as she was about to grab it, a loud bang noise came flying by – destroying her cell phone into bits and pieces. In shock, she looked up and found JBL holding a gun in his hand, pointed at her now.

"Looks like I'll be sending you and Dave to Aruba – in two body bags."


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