The door opened again, and the man that kidnapped Trish opened the door. She looked up, at him, and grabbed Jeff's hand quickly.
"Get up here, Blonde," he yelled.
"No," Jeff yelled up at him.
The man marched down the stairs, and looked Jeff in the eye. Jeff wrapped his arm across her back, and pushed her behind him.
"You're brave, Hardy. I'll leave her, for now. Now both of you get up there, you have 5 minutes, bathroom first door on the right."
"Thank God," Trish said coming out of the bathroom.
All the guys looked at her.
"Nevermind," the kidnappers pushed her down into the basement, Jeff followed a few minutes later.
The two of them sat on the matress, talking for the hours to pass before dawn. They talked about their childhoods and how they got into wrestling. They talked about everything under the sun, except, Trish's secret.
"I'm sorry Trish," Jeff said quietly.
"Why?"
"I never gave you a chance," Jeff pulled her towards him.
"I don't blame you, I don't really give guys a chance most of the time. Something just drew me to you," her arms found their way around his neck.
"Why don't you give guys a chance?"
"Because, I don't trust them."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"When I was 16, I went to a club with my friends. I went out back to get some fresh air, and this guy comes up, and he, he, he just," the images of the night more than ten years ago played in her mind, even the pain was trying to come back, "he raped me, Jeff. That's why I don't trust men, but for some reason, I trust you, even if I don't want to."
She looked away from him, and laid down on the hard mattress, "Good night, Jeff."
Jeff stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, and grabbed his bag, before walking back over to the mattress. He pulled the handle down the zipper, and began digging through his stuff. He came to the bottom, and smiled evilly, those idiots forgot to take his 2-way messenger.
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"Get up here, Blonde," he yelled.
"No," Jeff yelled up at him.
The man marched down the stairs, and looked Jeff in the eye. Jeff wrapped his arm across her back, and pushed her behind him.
"You're brave, Hardy. I'll leave her, for now. Now both of you get up there, you have 5 minutes, bathroom first door on the right."
"Thank God," Trish said coming out of the bathroom.
All the guys looked at her.
"Nevermind," the kidnappers pushed her down into the basement, Jeff followed a few minutes later.
The two of them sat on the matress, talking for the hours to pass before dawn. They talked about their childhoods and how they got into wrestling. They talked about everything under the sun, except, Trish's secret.
"I'm sorry Trish," Jeff said quietly.
"Why?"
"I never gave you a chance," Jeff pulled her towards him.
"I don't blame you, I don't really give guys a chance most of the time. Something just drew me to you," her arms found their way around his neck.
"Why don't you give guys a chance?"
"Because, I don't trust them."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"When I was 16, I went to a club with my friends. I went out back to get some fresh air, and this guy comes up, and he, he, he just," the images of the night more than ten years ago played in her mind, even the pain was trying to come back, "he raped me, Jeff. That's why I don't trust men, but for some reason, I trust you, even if I don't want to."
She looked away from him, and laid down on the hard mattress, "Good night, Jeff."
Jeff stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, and grabbed his bag, before walking back over to the mattress. He pulled the handle down the zipper, and began digging through his stuff. He came to the bottom, and smiled evilly, those idiots forgot to take his 2-way messenger.
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