A/N - So I wanted to vent some Hunter bashing, its not my fault I hate his
guts! Anywayz another 'twist' (If you can call it that) in this chapter.
Whoever said true love runs smooth?
After I got away from Hunter I broke into a run, along the corridor and to the parking lot. I was in to much of a state to drive so I looked for the nearest chauffeured car. My eyes landed on a black stretch and I ran over to it and climbed in. "Wayside Hotel" "Eh? Is that you Mr Bishoff?" "No, its." I racked my brains for someone's name "Molly" I said edging into the shadows. Luckily he didn't seem to be a wrestling fan an just nodded "Mr Bishoff said to take me then come back for him" I lied. The driver brought this and started the engine. As we drove I kept the tears in, though all I wanted to do was cry until I had no tears left.
The drive seemed to take forever but eventually we pulled up outside. I climbed out without a word to the driver and ran inside. I almost yelled my name at the poor receptionist who handed over my keycard shakily and gave a cautious grin. I just took the card and ran.
It wasn't until the door was firmly shut behind me, that I surrendered to the tears. I slide down the door and sat in a crumpled heap on the floor, huge sobs wracking my body. My mind played a picture show, taunting me, hurting me.
Hunter entering. Hunter pushing me against the wall. Me struggling. Me submitting to get him off. Mark's face when he saw us.
Oh god his face. It swam in my mind longer than the others. The shock that flickered into pain. The horror of what he saw processing and the utter devastation. How could I? It was so stupid so dumb!
Me kicking Hunter. Me running out to call Mark. Mark ignoring me. Mark turning, seeing Hunter. Me pleading as he hit Hunter.
How did I ever let it happen? Why did it have to be Mark of all people? The tortured distress his face showed. He looked like.like.Oh god!
I pulled myself onto the bed, with heavy eyes but couldn't sleep. Every time they shut I saw Mark's agonised face and Hunter's sneering one, and they taunted me. Finally I fell into fitful sleep, my body wracked of all energy.
That night I dreamt he was with me, and we were sitting on his bike. We were at the top of a huge hill, and could see for miles beneath us. At first the view was beautiful and I felt completely happy. The it became breath taking in a totally new way! The green fields turned blood red and the sky turned black. Scared I asked Mark what it was. "That, my sweet, is your life. Rotten and hurtful" I turned to see Hunter was with me not Mark. He sneered at me "Surprise!"
I shot up in bed, the covers binding me tightly. My body is drenched in sweat, and the pillow is still damp with tears. I'm fully clothed and my Lycra trousers are sticking to me, my head thumps and I feel sick. I untangle myself from the bed and gentley climb out. Peeling off my clothes and entering the bathroom, I turn on the shower. I forget to find towels instead just climbing in and allowing the too hot water to pummel me. I groan in pain, my neck is stiff and my head is worse, but at least the water was warm. I turn it to full cold and stand shivering as that beats me.
When I finally climb out, cold but a little better the phone begins to ring. I ignore it but it keeps going. I stagger over to it and pick it up. "What?" "Trish? I'm stood outside let me in" "No!" "Yes" I walk to the door and let Glen in. "What?" I repeat as he looks worriedly at me. Suddenly everything comes back to me and the tears start again. In a second Glen has me in his arms and is hugging me tightly. He sits me on the bed and holds me as I cry into his shoulder. When my sobs turn to sniffles he holds me at arms length "Now do you want to tell me what happened?" "Hasn't Mark told you?" "He said some bullshit about you and Hunter but I didn't believe it" "Oh" So I told him the whole sorry tale, stumbling over the words as I struggled not to cry again. When I finished Glen rose and begun to pace the room, clenching and unclenching his fist. Then he growled and smacked the palm of his hand onto the wall. "Bastard" he shouted "A-FUCKING-gain! No bloody wonder! Oh god Mark" This confused me. "Again?" "Hunter that son of a." "What about him?" But Glen didn't hear me instead he left the room. I could hear him slamming down the hall for a few moments.
I was confused, why again? What had Hunter done before? And was it too Mark? I guessed it was seeing as how Glen seemed so upset over him. I sat staring at the door wondering what I'd missed.
A/N - I guess I should continue with this one not Almost Routine yeah? Good cos I have the most vile perfect ending!
After I got away from Hunter I broke into a run, along the corridor and to the parking lot. I was in to much of a state to drive so I looked for the nearest chauffeured car. My eyes landed on a black stretch and I ran over to it and climbed in. "Wayside Hotel" "Eh? Is that you Mr Bishoff?" "No, its." I racked my brains for someone's name "Molly" I said edging into the shadows. Luckily he didn't seem to be a wrestling fan an just nodded "Mr Bishoff said to take me then come back for him" I lied. The driver brought this and started the engine. As we drove I kept the tears in, though all I wanted to do was cry until I had no tears left.
The drive seemed to take forever but eventually we pulled up outside. I climbed out without a word to the driver and ran inside. I almost yelled my name at the poor receptionist who handed over my keycard shakily and gave a cautious grin. I just took the card and ran.
It wasn't until the door was firmly shut behind me, that I surrendered to the tears. I slide down the door and sat in a crumpled heap on the floor, huge sobs wracking my body. My mind played a picture show, taunting me, hurting me.
Hunter entering. Hunter pushing me against the wall. Me struggling. Me submitting to get him off. Mark's face when he saw us.
Oh god his face. It swam in my mind longer than the others. The shock that flickered into pain. The horror of what he saw processing and the utter devastation. How could I? It was so stupid so dumb!
Me kicking Hunter. Me running out to call Mark. Mark ignoring me. Mark turning, seeing Hunter. Me pleading as he hit Hunter.
How did I ever let it happen? Why did it have to be Mark of all people? The tortured distress his face showed. He looked like.like.Oh god!
I pulled myself onto the bed, with heavy eyes but couldn't sleep. Every time they shut I saw Mark's agonised face and Hunter's sneering one, and they taunted me. Finally I fell into fitful sleep, my body wracked of all energy.
That night I dreamt he was with me, and we were sitting on his bike. We were at the top of a huge hill, and could see for miles beneath us. At first the view was beautiful and I felt completely happy. The it became breath taking in a totally new way! The green fields turned blood red and the sky turned black. Scared I asked Mark what it was. "That, my sweet, is your life. Rotten and hurtful" I turned to see Hunter was with me not Mark. He sneered at me "Surprise!"
I shot up in bed, the covers binding me tightly. My body is drenched in sweat, and the pillow is still damp with tears. I'm fully clothed and my Lycra trousers are sticking to me, my head thumps and I feel sick. I untangle myself from the bed and gentley climb out. Peeling off my clothes and entering the bathroom, I turn on the shower. I forget to find towels instead just climbing in and allowing the too hot water to pummel me. I groan in pain, my neck is stiff and my head is worse, but at least the water was warm. I turn it to full cold and stand shivering as that beats me.
When I finally climb out, cold but a little better the phone begins to ring. I ignore it but it keeps going. I stagger over to it and pick it up. "What?" "Trish? I'm stood outside let me in" "No!" "Yes" I walk to the door and let Glen in. "What?" I repeat as he looks worriedly at me. Suddenly everything comes back to me and the tears start again. In a second Glen has me in his arms and is hugging me tightly. He sits me on the bed and holds me as I cry into his shoulder. When my sobs turn to sniffles he holds me at arms length "Now do you want to tell me what happened?" "Hasn't Mark told you?" "He said some bullshit about you and Hunter but I didn't believe it" "Oh" So I told him the whole sorry tale, stumbling over the words as I struggled not to cry again. When I finished Glen rose and begun to pace the room, clenching and unclenching his fist. Then he growled and smacked the palm of his hand onto the wall. "Bastard" he shouted "A-FUCKING-gain! No bloody wonder! Oh god Mark" This confused me. "Again?" "Hunter that son of a." "What about him?" But Glen didn't hear me instead he left the room. I could hear him slamming down the hall for a few moments.
I was confused, why again? What had Hunter done before? And was it too Mark? I guessed it was seeing as how Glen seemed so upset over him. I sat staring at the door wondering what I'd missed.
A/N - I guess I should continue with this one not Almost Routine yeah? Good cos I have the most vile perfect ending!