A/N: Thanks for the reviews, all! I hope this chapter is as pleasing as the
first 2!
Disclaimer: I'm just a 13 -year-old with nothing better to do. Do I sound like someone who'd own a multi-billion dollar company? O_O
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Edge answered his hotel room door, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wiping away the sleepiness. "Molly, you okay? It's 4 AM. You should be-" He stopped and stared at her. Her head was hung, as if in shame, and she looked up at him, "Can I stay with you?"
Edge tilted his head in sympathy and wrapped his arms around her, in a caring embrace. She didn't return the gesture, feeling weak and tired, not to mention beaten. After a short while, Edge released her and took her things, welcoming her into his room.
She walked over to Edge's bed and collapsed on it, face down. Edge rushed to her and helped her sit up before sitting next to her; his hands never leaving her shoulders, "What's wrong?" He asked, not wanting to guess what he thought was the problem.
"Hurting," Molly breathed, weakly, "Just hurting." Edge placed one of his hands on her back, trying to comfort her.
Edge had always liked Molly. He was one of the first people to meet her. The thing that he knew would make her unique was that she wasn't the typical eye-candy blonde who's match was full of slaps and stripping. She was totally pure and the fans would be able to see what was really there.
"What happened?" He asked, almost answering the question in his mind. Molly turned her head to look at him, "Promise not to tell anyone?" As soon as she said that, she felt stupid. How can anyone NOT see what was going on? Edge nodded and his heart dropped. Looking into her eyes, the eyes that brought joy to his life, was tormenting him. He wanted to take away her pain.
"It's a long story, but to get to the point," she began, "it's all my fault."
That confused Edge. "What do you mean?" Molly wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, "Raven says it's my fault." Still, things weren't clear, "What's your fault?" Molly let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, "Everything! It's my fault when he loses. It's my fault when he gets pinned for the Hardcore title. I don't support him enough. That's my doing; that's my fault."
Edge came up next to her, "What makes you think that?" Molly turned away from him, but still felt his warm presence behind her, "Because, Edge," her voice cracked, "that's how it's always been."
Edge took a deep breath, in loath of the thought of Raven. That selfish bastard! The nerve of him to blame her, as if she provoked everything that happened. It was really ridiculous, as well. Almost as if Raven couldn't hold his own, he had to blame Molly for his faults. Remembering his possessiveness in the hallway, that really did seem to be the case.
He turned Molly around so she could face him, acknowledge him. He tilted her head up, guiding her chin, and said, "None of that was your fault, Molly. I can tell, and I didn't even know that was happening. Don't let Raven make you think that it's your doing."
Molly rolled her eyes at him, but more so at herself, "You may be right but," she paused, "Sometimes, I feel like the one nobody loved."
Edge brought Molly closer to him, "Somebody loves you, Molly. You just don't know it yet." He felt himself lean closer to her but she stopped him, resting her hand on his chest, "Edge." He stared at her, hearing the halt request in her tone. His eyes dropped when he realized he hadn't helped much at all. She was still in fear of the consequences.
She walked away from him, and collapsed on the bed he wasn't using. Edge watched her cover herself with the bed sheet. She huddled into a ball and held herself. He could see her shaking under the blanket.
He sighed to himself and went to his bed, "Goodnight, Molly." He found himself wide-awake, however. He still couldn't understand why Raven would bury her in guilt. He thought about how much he'd love to strangle Raven at that moment. Edge smiled at that thought and decided he'd talk to Raven at the taping.
Molly stayed awake, as well. She felt like slapping herself for stopping Edge's move on her. Maybe he was going to kiss her! 'Of course he was,' she thought to herself. And now, she was determined to make it up to him.
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Disclaimer: I'm just a 13 -year-old with nothing better to do. Do I sound like someone who'd own a multi-billion dollar company? O_O
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Edge answered his hotel room door, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wiping away the sleepiness. "Molly, you okay? It's 4 AM. You should be-" He stopped and stared at her. Her head was hung, as if in shame, and she looked up at him, "Can I stay with you?"
Edge tilted his head in sympathy and wrapped his arms around her, in a caring embrace. She didn't return the gesture, feeling weak and tired, not to mention beaten. After a short while, Edge released her and took her things, welcoming her into his room.
She walked over to Edge's bed and collapsed on it, face down. Edge rushed to her and helped her sit up before sitting next to her; his hands never leaving her shoulders, "What's wrong?" He asked, not wanting to guess what he thought was the problem.
"Hurting," Molly breathed, weakly, "Just hurting." Edge placed one of his hands on her back, trying to comfort her.
Edge had always liked Molly. He was one of the first people to meet her. The thing that he knew would make her unique was that she wasn't the typical eye-candy blonde who's match was full of slaps and stripping. She was totally pure and the fans would be able to see what was really there.
"What happened?" He asked, almost answering the question in his mind. Molly turned her head to look at him, "Promise not to tell anyone?" As soon as she said that, she felt stupid. How can anyone NOT see what was going on? Edge nodded and his heart dropped. Looking into her eyes, the eyes that brought joy to his life, was tormenting him. He wanted to take away her pain.
"It's a long story, but to get to the point," she began, "it's all my fault."
That confused Edge. "What do you mean?" Molly wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, "Raven says it's my fault." Still, things weren't clear, "What's your fault?" Molly let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, "Everything! It's my fault when he loses. It's my fault when he gets pinned for the Hardcore title. I don't support him enough. That's my doing; that's my fault."
Edge came up next to her, "What makes you think that?" Molly turned away from him, but still felt his warm presence behind her, "Because, Edge," her voice cracked, "that's how it's always been."
Edge took a deep breath, in loath of the thought of Raven. That selfish bastard! The nerve of him to blame her, as if she provoked everything that happened. It was really ridiculous, as well. Almost as if Raven couldn't hold his own, he had to blame Molly for his faults. Remembering his possessiveness in the hallway, that really did seem to be the case.
He turned Molly around so she could face him, acknowledge him. He tilted her head up, guiding her chin, and said, "None of that was your fault, Molly. I can tell, and I didn't even know that was happening. Don't let Raven make you think that it's your doing."
Molly rolled her eyes at him, but more so at herself, "You may be right but," she paused, "Sometimes, I feel like the one nobody loved."
Edge brought Molly closer to him, "Somebody loves you, Molly. You just don't know it yet." He felt himself lean closer to her but she stopped him, resting her hand on his chest, "Edge." He stared at her, hearing the halt request in her tone. His eyes dropped when he realized he hadn't helped much at all. She was still in fear of the consequences.
She walked away from him, and collapsed on the bed he wasn't using. Edge watched her cover herself with the bed sheet. She huddled into a ball and held herself. He could see her shaking under the blanket.
He sighed to himself and went to his bed, "Goodnight, Molly." He found himself wide-awake, however. He still couldn't understand why Raven would bury her in guilt. He thought about how much he'd love to strangle Raven at that moment. Edge smiled at that thought and decided he'd talk to Raven at the taping.
Molly stayed awake, as well. She felt like slapping herself for stopping Edge's move on her. Maybe he was going to kiss her! 'Of course he was,' she thought to herself. And now, she was determined to make it up to him.
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