Title: Growing Up
Chapter 29: Rescued
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A/N: Sorry for the long awaited chapter update. I've been super busy as of late. My chapter updates will probably be spread out in a time span now. I hope that you all liked the last chapter. I also hope that you enjoy this chapter. I hate saying make sure you review, but reviews are the only way that I know that people are reading the story and want me to continue it. So if you could, please review. It only takes a few minutes, and I'm very thankful for all that do review. I also understand if you can't review. Thank you to all my readers.
XoxoxoxoX
It was now Saturday morning. Three days had went by slowly and terribly. There was still no sign of Stephanie. She had been missing for five days now, going on the sixth day if they couldn't find her. So far, Matt has been the only one that Paul believes isn't Stephanie's kidnapper. He talked to the rest of the gang, excluding Stacy because she was still upset with him blaming this on her. Paul had asked him if anyone had come up to them and asked about Stephanie. They all told them who had come up to them and Trish had told Paul who went up to Stacy. So now Paul had a list narrowed down to John Cena, Kurt Angle, Ken Kennedy, Shawn Michaels and Adam Copeland.
Paul was trying to eat what little was on his plate. He had to eat something, or his mother would be all down his back about staying healthy. He was more worried about Stephanie. Though the thought of her being hurt and worse came to his mind so many different times. He just hoped that he could find her soon and apologize to her and make everything right. As he thought of that, he remembered all the things he had said to her. Now he was worried that if they did find Stephanie, would she forgive him?
It was nearing eleven thirty. He was going to go narrow this list down as well as pay Adam another visit. Adam was number one on his list. When he walked outside he noticed Shawn walking down the street. Shawn had talked to Chris the other day, so he was on the list too. Paul chased after Shawn while calling out his name. He needed to clear this up.
"Oh, hey man!" Shawn stopped in his tracks. "What's up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Paul glared.
"Excuse me?" Shawn was confused.
"What did you do with Stephanie?" Paul demanded.
"What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "Do you think I took her?"
"You have reason to." Paul stated his eyes never leaving Shawn.
"Really, and what reason is that?" Shawn questioned.
"She broke up with you, because she lost interest in you." Paul answered.
"Yeah, and we stayed friends." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Good friends."
"I'm supposed to believe that?" Paul asked.
"Yeah you are." Shawn said firmly looking directly in Paul's eyes.
Paul stared into Shawn's eyes for a good amount of time. Something about Shawn's eyes made Paul believe him. He knew Shawn better then that, but he couldn't take any chances. As he eliminated Shawn from the list, he was starting to get worried that none of them even had her. That some sick pervert really took her.
"I'm sorry man." Paul sighed. "I just really want to find her."
"We all do." Shawn spoke.
"Yeah, I guess." Paul responded. "I guess I'll see ya around."
"See ya!" Shawn said as he continued his walk.
Paul watched Shawn walk away. Shawn and him used to be so close. He should have known Shawn wouldn't do that. Paul had forgotten about Shawn's new Christian ways. Shawn was religious and that would be a sin to kidnap Stephanie. Paul shook his head as he walked down the street in the opposite direction.
XoxoxoxoX
Stacy had stayed the night at Trish's house the pervious night. They had sat up most of the night thinking up ideas of where Stephanie could be and who could have taken her. They both kept ending back up at square one. They had both fallen asleep on Trish's bedroom floor. They were both laying on papers. Trish's brother Calvin walked into Trish's room and smirked at the two girls on the floor. They deserved to have a good laugh. They both had been so upset as of late that Calvin decided to play a prank on them. He had made them breakfast as a back up so they wouldn't be mad at him for what he was about to do.
Calvin walked over to each of the girls and took one of the markers that were on the floor with the papers. He began to draw funny faces on each of the girls' faces. As he crept back to the door and made his way out he slammed the door shut loudly. Stacy and Trish's heads shot up at the exact same time and they both looked at each other. A small smile formed on both of their faces as they both began to laugh seeing the other's face. They laughed for a good five minutes before they realized that they were both laughing, but obviously for different reasons.
"What's so funny?" Trish laughed.
"Your face." Stacy laughed as well.
"No, your face." Trish giggled.
"No, its your face." Stacy chuckled.
"No.." Trish stated standing up taking Stacy to the mirror. "See, its yours."
They both looked in the mirror to see both of their faces. Once reality kicked in they both screamed. Calvin smirked downstairs and kept in a laugh. He began to count down on his fingers. Five, four, three, two… One. Trish and Stacy were downstairs like clock work. He smiled his most genuine smile he could. This was going to be probably the only prank he would ever really get out of.
"Good morning." Calvin smiled.
"Calvin, what the hell?" Trish yelled.
"Trish, stop." Stacy kind of smiled. "Look."
Trish gave her brother one last glare before she turned and looked at the table that had food set up on it. There was pancakes, bacon, toast, eggs and other things. Trish looked back at her brother a gave a small sigh.
"I guess you get off easy this time." Trish shook her head.
"I thought you could use a good laugh." Calvin stated. "You've been so upset lately, I wanted to see you laugh."
"Thanks Calvin." Trish gave her brother a hug and sat down.
"She'll be ok." Calvin smiled and walked out of the room.
Stacy sat down with Trish and they both started eating. Unlike Paul, when the girls were upset, they ate and ate and ate. Food was a comfort food to both girls and they could eat for days. The continued to eat when Stacy started conversation.
"Your brother is pretty awesome." Stacy sighed. "It was sweet that he did this."
"Yeah it was." Trish spoke. "I just wish we could find Stephanie soon."
"Me too." Stacy said.
"You don't think she's…" Trish trailed off.
"No, of course not!" Stacy said shocked that Trish would even think that.
"Its been five days though." Trish stifled a cry.
"Stephanie is a McMahon and a fighter." Stacy stated. "She wouldn't give up without a fight."
"Yeah, you are right." Trish sighed. "I just really want to find her."
The girls both continued to eat for a bit. It was quiet for a few minutes when Trish started talking again.
"Maybe you and Paul should talk this thing out." Trish suggested.
"Why should I have to talk to him?" Stacy asked. "He's the one blaming me."
"That's true, but he's just as worried as we are about Stephanie." Trish answered.
"Yeah, true." Stacy continued. "But I'm upset as well, and I'm not blaming others."
"Stace, don't forget that he is a guy." Trish sighed. "Guys don't think reasonably."
"I'll think about it." Stacy sighed.
XoxoxoxoX
Chris came down the stairs from his bedroom. He had just finished getting showered up and dressed. As he made it to the bottom of the steps he walked to the table by the door and grabbed his keys. He looked up at himself in the mirror that was above the table. He couldn't lie to himself. He thought he looked pretty sexy today. He had faded blue jeans on and a white button up collared shirt. The top three buttons were left undone. He smirked at himself. He was drop dead gorgeous. He was on his way to see Trish. He always loved to look his best when he was around her. He grabbed the door knob and went to walk out the door when he felt a hand knock on his forehead.
"What the hell?" Chris questioned rubbing his head as he looked up to find Randy standing there.
"You opened the door when I was knocking." Randy smirked holding in laughter.
"Whatever!" Chris said shaking his head walking out the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Randy asked.
"I'm on my way to see Trish." Chris smiled thinking of her.
"I'm coming." Randy smiled.
"No your not." Chris stated walking ahead of him.
"Why not?" Randy questioned disappointed.
"Because I said so." Chris smirked giving Randy a hard time. He was going to let him come anyways.
"Why can't I come?" Randy started. "I'm friends with both of you, so I don't see a problem."
"I see a problem." Chris smirked.
"What is that?" Randy asked looking at his friend.
"That you don't get a joke." Chris laughed.
"I do get a joke." Randy replied. "So what is the real problem?"
Chris shook his head as he laughed at Randy some more. He pulled out his cell phone as he felt it vibrate in his pants pocket. Ignoring Randy completely he took his cell phone out and answered the phone as he continued to walk.
"Hello?" Chris spoke into the phone.
"Hey Babe!" Trish smiled into the phone.
"How are you doing today beautiful?" Chris asked.
"I'm better I guess." Trish answered. "Calvin made us breakfast."
"Breakfast, sounds good." Chris stated ignoring the 'us' that Trish mentioned.
"Yeah it was." Trish spoke. "Are you on your way over?"
"Yeah, I've got a stalker coming with me as well." Chris laughed.
"Who?" Trish asked with curiosity.
"Randy." Chris answered. "I swear he was dropped on his head too many times as a baby."
"Randy can't come over!" Trish said quickly as Stacy was currently not in the same room as her.
"What? Why not?" Chris questioned.
"Stacy's over here." Trish replied. "You know the whole history between the two."
"Yeah, they could blow up in each others faces at any given time." Chris sighed.
"Yeah, so you need to tell him no." Trish said.
"I'll try, though I don't think it is going to work." Chris responded.
"What, why not?" Trish asked.
"I already told him he couldn't go." Chris continued. "Then I said it was a joke. Though I don't think he fully understood the joke."
"OH!! You were joking that I couldn't come over with you." Randy laughed. "I get it now."
"Please tell me that wasn't Randy?" Trish sighed into the phone.
"Sorry to tell you this, but yeah it was Randy." Chris answered.
"Well, you need to break the news to him." Trish stated.
"Well, why can't Stacy leave?" Chris questioned.
"She was here first, and she's staying the entire weekend." Trish replied.
"Fine, I'll talk to him." Chris said. "See you soon!"
"Bye." Trish said as she waited for Chris to hang up.
Oddly, she could still hear the conversation going on with Randy and Chris. As bad as it was, she was curious as to what Chris would tell Randy. So she put her cell phone on speaker phone to listen in on the conversation. Stacy was standing in the door way unnoticed to Trish.
Chris hung up his phone or so he thought and put it in his coat pocket this time. He looked over at Randy who was walking next to him. He didn't want to lie to his friend, so he figured he'd just tell him the truth.
"Randy, I'm sorry but you can't come." Chris sighed.
"You are such a liar." Randy laughed. "Nice joke though."
"No, I'm being serious now." Chris explained. "Stacy is at Trish's house."
"So!" Randy said defensively.
"You know when you two get into a room together you go at it." Chris spoke.
"Not anymore." Randy stated.
"I don't want to take any chances." Chris replied. "With everything going on…"
"So, I'm the one that gets booted to the curb." Randy turned his head. "She was the one in the wrong, not me."
"What's really going on with you two?" Chris asked.
"Nothing!" Randy stated. "I'll catch you later."
"Randy!" Chris grabbed his arm. "Talk to me!"
"I screwed everything up!" Randy shouted. "Because of me, Stacy and I can't even be in the same room."
"How is it your fault?" Chris questioned realizing how stupid the question sounded.
"It started with Hayley. She kissed me and I kissed Hayley and I liked it. I'm an immature guy, what else was I supposed to do. Yeah I liked it, but I loved Stacy's kiss." Randy went on. "Then we broke up because I avoided her due to Stacy not knowing about the kiss. We get back together some how. Then she catches me kissing Hayley again. Then I find a friend in Terri and Stacy pulls the fake pregnancy on me. Which that is my fault too, because I moved on way to fast. Hell I never even moved on from Stacy. I was in the rebound stage. Then I told her I just wanted to be friends. I screwed that up too. I saw her leave Andrew's house early in the morning and I questioned her and asked if she was sleeping with him. Now I regret that completely. I just wish that Hayley had never entered the picture, because then I'd still be with Stacy. I'd be happy. Damn it Chris, I'm in love with her. I always have been and never stopped.
Chris stood there starring at Randy. He was speechless. Chris was unsure of what to say. He had never heard or seen Randy act this way. That goes to show why Randy had been acting strange as of late. He knew most of the story with the exception of the Andrew thing. He wished he could help his friend out, but things like this take time. Chris tried to think of something to say when Randy beat him to it.
"I'll catch you later Chris." Randy replied and walked off as Chris continued to stand there.
Trish's eyes remained wide through out the entire conversation between them. She didn't know if she should tell Stacy or not. Those two had been through so much, that she was unsure what the right thing to do was. Her answer was confirmed when she heard a movement come from behind her. As Trish turned around she saw Stacy standing there with the same expression as her. Stacy obviously had heard everything as well.
XoxoxoxoX
Stephanie sighed to herself as she watched number two talk on his cell phone in the corner. She was unaware of who he was talking to. Stephanie sighed under the tape that covered her mouth. They had taken shifts watching over her. So there was no real chance of her escaping. She just wanted to go home, take a long hot shower, eat a real hot meal, lay down in her own warm bed and be surrounded by the ones she loved and that loved her. A tear began to form as she felt that she would never see them again. She counted five days in her head as how long she has been in this cellar looking thing. They were five long days. Her head shot up as she noticed number two walking over to her.
"Come on Princess." Number two smirked as he untied her hands from the chair.
Her heart raced as she believed that he was going to let her go. A smile came to her face that was hidden by the tape on her mouth. She slowly watched as he untied her feet as well. Stephanie would have fought against him once he had freed her, but she had no energy or strength to do so. As she slowly stood up, she could barely do that. She looked up at number two's face and noticed the hurt in his eyes. Stephanie shook her head. Something wasn't right. His expression looked as if something was going to happen, that he was not willing to do. Her heart began to beat quicker as he spoke.
"I'm really sorry for what's about to happen." Number two sighed. "This wasn't apart of the plan."
Stephanie's eyes widen as he picked her up carrying her over his shoulder. What was he doing with her? What was going to happen to her? Was he going to kill her now? All kinds of questions ran through Stephanie's head. Her heart continuing to race faster and faster as he carried her up the stairs. When they were inside the main part of the house, Stephanie realized she was in Ashley's old house. Of all the places to bring her, they brought her here. Stephanie looked around as she noticed number two was taking her upstairs. She began to try and wiggle out of his arms. Steph knew what was coming next. Her worst fear. He was going to rape her. It was hard for her to try to fight back, and she failed to do so. All she could do was cry silently. She could feel number two's head movement shaking back and forth as in a "I can't believe I'm doing this".
"I'm so so sorry Stephanie." Number two spoke tossing her down on the bed.
She slowly turned her head to look at him. Her eyes full of tears. How could this be happening. Why didn't he just stop. The other guy wasn't here. There would be no way of telling if he had gone through with this. Stephanie shut her eyes tight as she noticed him taking his shirt off. Tears flowed down her face. She opened her eyes when she felt the tape coming off of her mouth. She took this as her chance to speak.
"John, please don't do this!" Stephanie pleaded.
"Just shut up!" John yelled holding his head.
"You don't have to do this." Stephanie cried. "You can let me go."
"No I can't, because then you'll go and tell…" John was cut off.
"I wont say a word." Stephanie begged.
"I can't, he'll know." John continued. "Then he'll come after me."
"You can lie." Stephanie spoke. "I can pretend like this happened."
"He's already on his way here." John sighed.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Stephanie asked tears still flowing.
"You don't get it Steph." John sat down on the bed. "I'm in love with you."
"You can't be in love with me." Stephanie shook her head.
"Why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" John questioned. "You're beautiful."
"Then why would you want to hurt me?" Stephanie questioned.
"You hurt me." John stated. "You never gave me the chance to show we could be perfect for each other."
Stephanie laid there quietly. She let her tears continue to flow as she stopped talking. She didn't know John liked her so much. Her heart began to slow down a bit as she felt John stand up. She moved her head to look at him. He had begun tying her feet to the bed posts. He made his way up to her hands and tied them as well. Stephanie couldn't fight back. She was too weak. She just wished that John would have some change of heart. She looked at John giving him pleading eyes. He looked as if he was going to change his mind when number one walked into the room.
"Aw, just like I asked." Ken Kennedy smirked taking his shirt off. "What's with the ropes though?"
"We don't want her to get away now." John laughed evilly.
"Huh?" Stephanie sighed confused.
"Oh come on Steph." John smirked. "You really bought all that?"
Stephanie just stared at him. He way toying around with her. He was never sorry to begin with. She wanted to cry, but it seemed that she had cried all the tears that she could cry. She shut her eyes as Ken ripped off her shirt revealing her breasts. Stephanie wished she could plug her ears and pretend this was not happening, but she knew that wouldn't happen. She felt one of them climb up on top of her. She opened her eyes to see Ken on top of her. He began fondling with her breasts. His other hand ran through her hair. Stephanie was too weak to muster out a cry for help. She knew even if she tried to do so, she'd get slapped again. She turned her head to the side as far as she could. As she was about to shut her eyes she noticed someone standing in the doorway. She focused her eyes on the figure and her heart began to beat faster.
"You son of a bitch!" Kurt Angle yelled running into the room attacking John first.
Kurt his John with a shovel that he had picked up from outside. He had noticed Ken lurking around the area, so he decided to follow him. He was now thankful that he had followed him. Kurt had grabbed the shovel before he going into the house. He also had called the police a head of time as well.
John was knocked out cold. He laid on the floor not moving as blood spilled from his head. Ken freaked out and jumped off of Stephanie. He was now in the corner unarmed. Kurt walked closer and closer to Ken. He would act like he was going to swing the shovel each step he took.
"Kurt, why don't you put the shovel down?" Ken asked worriedly.
"How about not." Kurt glared. "What kind of sick freak are you?"
"Come on Kurt, we are in the same boat." Ken smirked.
"How so?" Kurt questioned.
"She doesn't want anything to do with you." Ken told. "Just like us."
"There is a difference though." Kurt shook his head.
"What is that?" Ken questioned.
"I'm her friend and I wouldn't hurt her." Kurt stated swinging the shovel.
Ken ducked out of the way. The shovel hit the wall and the shovel got caught in the wall. Kurt quickly let go of the shovel as he felt Ken jump on his back. Kurt backed up quickly and rammed Ken into the wall. Ken let go falling to the ground. Kurt took this as his opportunity to attack Ken. He jumped on top of him and began beating the living hell out of him. Kurt didn't stop punching Ken's face until he was knocked out. Once Kurt knew for sure that he was knocked out he stood up and looked over at Stephanie who had a wide smile on her face. He walked over to the bed and untied both arms and legs. Stephanie immediately sat up and hugged Kurt. She held on as if for dear life.
