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I arrive at RAW feeling ill. Worried and scared, I pace the halls anxiously, long before anyone else is scheduled to turn up. In my head I run over the possibilities that he had been thinking about while he was at home. The decisions that he could of made, all seem sinister. What if he decided he doesn't need me, doesn't want the hassle. What if he wants to end us or he going to leave. The more I think the more fanciful my imagination gets. I am so worried, as I feel tears prick the back of my eys and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach gets bigger. I can't stay still for longer than a second, as I search for someone, anyone to talk to. It seems I got here to early as the only people here are the crew. Eventually I'm saved by the sight of Glen, strolling slowly down the hall.
"Glen!" I call out to him. He pauses a moment and I run to catch up with him. "Have you seen.?" "No, sorry. Trish are you okay?" He sees the look on my face, and his begins to mirror the worry etched in it. "I just need to speak to Mark" "he phoned me just before he left and said he was running late, do you want to talk about it?" I look at the concern on Glen's face and nod slightly. We walk down the hall in silence as I try and collect my thoughts.
We go into an empty locker room and Glen puts his bag down, looking over at me questioningly. "So?" "I dunno." I say trying to put into words what I'm feeling. I sit in silence for a moment then everything comes out at once. "I'm scared. What if he decided that he loves Sara, and he just thought he loved me. What if he never loved me and has realised that its not worth the hassle. Or he's just gonna leave both of us, because its too complicated. If he leaves me, I don't know what I'll do. As dumb as it sounds he's my world. Without him there's nothing" I look up at Glen tears in my eyes. He wipes them away and hugs me . When he begins to speak I barely take in the words. However as I listen I realise what he's saying. "Trish, I don't know exactly what he said to Jeff, but I think it went along the lines of 'this isn't a crush, it love. Love in its purest form.' Well, that was true. He never stops talking about the pair of you. How much he loves you both but how he hates doing this to you. And most importantly how if one of you left then he would die"
I look at Glen and realise tat he's probably telling the truth, but it doesn't really quash the feeling in my stomach. I give him a smile of thanks, and get up "You probably need to get ready so I'll go" I tell him. As I leave he calls out to me "It'll be fine Trish you know it will" I just wish I did.
An hour passes and I don't see Mark. Most of the people have turned up but he is still nowhere to be found. Now I know something will go wrong. Don't ask me how it was just one of those undeniable feelings you get. This made me even more frantic, but I still can't find him. Eventually the emotional strain and the constant running takes its toll and I go into a locker room for a rest.
I collapse on the bench, leaning back against the wall. Hoping that he will come and find me. When I hear a knock at the door I'm so sure it's him that I happily call come in, without even considering it could be anyone else. But, when the door opens, it isn't Mark that I see.
"Hi Trish" he grins over at me. I stand up and glare back, every bone in my body radiating hate as I glare at the huge smug man stood in front of me. I resist the want to smack him, quelling it down in under my worry. Instead I speak with as much venom as possible "What the hell do you want Hunter?"
I arrive at RAW feeling ill. Worried and scared, I pace the halls anxiously, long before anyone else is scheduled to turn up. In my head I run over the possibilities that he had been thinking about while he was at home. The decisions that he could of made, all seem sinister. What if he decided he doesn't need me, doesn't want the hassle. What if he wants to end us or he going to leave. The more I think the more fanciful my imagination gets. I am so worried, as I feel tears prick the back of my eys and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach gets bigger. I can't stay still for longer than a second, as I search for someone, anyone to talk to. It seems I got here to early as the only people here are the crew. Eventually I'm saved by the sight of Glen, strolling slowly down the hall.
"Glen!" I call out to him. He pauses a moment and I run to catch up with him. "Have you seen.?" "No, sorry. Trish are you okay?" He sees the look on my face, and his begins to mirror the worry etched in it. "I just need to speak to Mark" "he phoned me just before he left and said he was running late, do you want to talk about it?" I look at the concern on Glen's face and nod slightly. We walk down the hall in silence as I try and collect my thoughts.
We go into an empty locker room and Glen puts his bag down, looking over at me questioningly. "So?" "I dunno." I say trying to put into words what I'm feeling. I sit in silence for a moment then everything comes out at once. "I'm scared. What if he decided that he loves Sara, and he just thought he loved me. What if he never loved me and has realised that its not worth the hassle. Or he's just gonna leave both of us, because its too complicated. If he leaves me, I don't know what I'll do. As dumb as it sounds he's my world. Without him there's nothing" I look up at Glen tears in my eyes. He wipes them away and hugs me . When he begins to speak I barely take in the words. However as I listen I realise what he's saying. "Trish, I don't know exactly what he said to Jeff, but I think it went along the lines of 'this isn't a crush, it love. Love in its purest form.' Well, that was true. He never stops talking about the pair of you. How much he loves you both but how he hates doing this to you. And most importantly how if one of you left then he would die"
I look at Glen and realise tat he's probably telling the truth, but it doesn't really quash the feeling in my stomach. I give him a smile of thanks, and get up "You probably need to get ready so I'll go" I tell him. As I leave he calls out to me "It'll be fine Trish you know it will" I just wish I did.
An hour passes and I don't see Mark. Most of the people have turned up but he is still nowhere to be found. Now I know something will go wrong. Don't ask me how it was just one of those undeniable feelings you get. This made me even more frantic, but I still can't find him. Eventually the emotional strain and the constant running takes its toll and I go into a locker room for a rest.
I collapse on the bench, leaning back against the wall. Hoping that he will come and find me. When I hear a knock at the door I'm so sure it's him that I happily call come in, without even considering it could be anyone else. But, when the door opens, it isn't Mark that I see.
"Hi Trish" he grins over at me. I stand up and glare back, every bone in my body radiating hate as I glare at the huge smug man stood in front of me. I resist the want to smack him, quelling it down in under my worry. Instead I speak with as much venom as possible "What the hell do you want Hunter?"