I stayed with Shane and the other McMahons at the hospital. Vince had called Linda and explained that Shane had been shot; he omitted my suspect. He looked peaceful, the bullet had penetrated his lung and narrowly missed his heart, and he was unconsious, unaware of his family's presence and mine. I'm not usually an emotional person when I'm in public, with Shane I could be. But, usually in front of Vince, Linda and Stephanie I was a calm, strong person. Today, is an exception, I am about ready to explode at someone. I will kill Marissa; I know she did this. Her argument is with me not Shane; I stole him. I picked up his hand and held it to my cheek.
I'm sitting alone by Shane's side. It's been two weeks since the shooting. He's still out of it mostly due to the drugs. I've spent the time we've had alone with him recapping our relationship, every so often cursing Marissa. She's still out there, airtight alibi. I forgave Shane for what he did, it wasn't really his fault, and she lured him into the lair. She trapped him into marriage, stopping him from wanting me. I placed my hand on my stomach and sighed. I couldn't tell anyone else about it. I kissed Shane's forehead and left.
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Greenwich seemed quiet; I drove silently and concentrated. It was time to confront Marissa. I pulled into her driveway and wasn't surprised to see Josh's car. I hammered on the door and waited impatiently. Marissa appeared; I pushed my way into the house.
"Beat it Josh!" I snarled.
"Woah, cat fight. I'm outta here. Nice to see you again Kara." he sarcastically replied leaving.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Shut up, I'm asking the questions, you just answer." she glared but was quiet. "Your former husband is lyin' in a hospital bed, you haven't visited him, why?"
"He wanted me out of his life, I'm obliging."
'Yeah right' I thought
"Fine, that would of course have nothing to do with the fact that you shot him you cold hearted bitch." I began to cry inside, something I wouldn't let her see. She walked across the room, keeping her distance.
"Me, hahahaha, wow, you're much cleverer than you look."
"You did it?" my face dropped.
"Duh. He needed to be punished." her lack of feeling wounded me deep inside.
"You were married to him for four years. Because he divorced you, you felt the need to try to kill him."
"Four years, wow that long? Jeez, I didn't realize it was that long. It wasn't the divorce, what did I get outta those four years 25% of our shared assets. That 25% was money, a car and not one dime of the company."
"You bitch." I exclaimed. I was stunned; I couldn't feel anger no matter how much I wanted to. I eventually left, returning to the hospital before anyone noticed I'd left.
I'm sitting alone by Shane's side. It's been two weeks since the shooting. He's still out of it mostly due to the drugs. I've spent the time we've had alone with him recapping our relationship, every so often cursing Marissa. She's still out there, airtight alibi. I forgave Shane for what he did, it wasn't really his fault, and she lured him into the lair. She trapped him into marriage, stopping him from wanting me. I placed my hand on my stomach and sighed. I couldn't tell anyone else about it. I kissed Shane's forehead and left.
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Greenwich seemed quiet; I drove silently and concentrated. It was time to confront Marissa. I pulled into her driveway and wasn't surprised to see Josh's car. I hammered on the door and waited impatiently. Marissa appeared; I pushed my way into the house.
"Beat it Josh!" I snarled.
"Woah, cat fight. I'm outta here. Nice to see you again Kara." he sarcastically replied leaving.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Shut up, I'm asking the questions, you just answer." she glared but was quiet. "Your former husband is lyin' in a hospital bed, you haven't visited him, why?"
"He wanted me out of his life, I'm obliging."
'Yeah right' I thought
"Fine, that would of course have nothing to do with the fact that you shot him you cold hearted bitch." I began to cry inside, something I wouldn't let her see. She walked across the room, keeping her distance.
"Me, hahahaha, wow, you're much cleverer than you look."
"You did it?" my face dropped.
"Duh. He needed to be punished." her lack of feeling wounded me deep inside.
"You were married to him for four years. Because he divorced you, you felt the need to try to kill him."
"Four years, wow that long? Jeez, I didn't realize it was that long. It wasn't the divorce, what did I get outta those four years 25% of our shared assets. That 25% was money, a car and not one dime of the company."
"You bitch." I exclaimed. I was stunned; I couldn't feel anger no matter how much I wanted to. I eventually left, returning to the hospital before anyone noticed I'd left.