A/N: The 'Jackie' I'm using in this chapter is Texan Jackie, not that Tough
Enough Jackie.
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Molly tucked the necklace into her shirt as she and Edge entered the arena. Her bruises from Raven had faded and she no longer needed tons of make-up to cover them. She sometimes even forgot how she got them. Edge kept a protective hand on her back, trying to sooth her. She'd seemed tense for whatever reason.
"I'll come for you after the show," He said as they stopped outside the women's locker room. Molly gave him a peck on the cheek and walked in, closing the door behind her. As Edge began to walk away, he felt a bashing sting in his back and fell to the floor! He knew the feeling well; it was a chair. He heard Raven's shouting over the sounds of the steel chair, hitting his back, repeatedly. His eyes watered at the pain and he wished it'd stop.
Raven finally ceased the attack and threw the chair down, "I guess Molly really didn't tell you, huh?" He asked, looking over a weakened Edge. "Tell me what?!"
"I knew she wouldn't. The only thing Molly is good at is keeping secrets!"
~Meanwhile~
Molly held her head as the other divas surrounded her. "Are you feeling okay, Molly?" Jackie asked, rubbing Molly's shoulder.
"Not at all." She clutched the charm of her necklace, not realizing she'd just revealed it to everyone around her. She let it go and let out a deep sigh. "Hey, where'd you get that from?" Stacy asked, admiring its beauty. Molly didn't bother to hesitate. She wasn't about to provoke an interrogation with this headache, "Edge gave it to me." She clutched the charm again, as if in fear of letting it go. She felt her headache grow, like her brain was throbbing to the beat of her heart.
The women wrestlers sensed Molly's pain and didn't ask anymore questions, but tried to comfort her. Something seemed wrong.
**
Molly waited outside the locker room later that night, waiting for Edge. She looked down at her necklace and smiled. It meant so much that he'd been taking care of her and letting her know how much he cared. She wanted to do something in return, but no ideas as to what came to mind. She remembered Raven's threat, and wondered if she should tell him. As worried as she was about Edge, she was worried about herself as well. One of them would get hurt. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell which one.
"Hey, Molly, I ran into Edge." Jackie said, walking up to her best friend. "Is he coming for me?"
"I'm not sure. He told me to give this to you." Jackie handed Molly a note and Molly read it;
"I'll meet you at the hotel. There's something I need to talk to you about.
Edge"
Molly's eyebrows drew together; it seemed confusing to her. Jackie stared at the note and then at Molly's expression, "What's wrong?" Molly crumpled the note, "Jackie, can you give me a ride to the hotel? I guess Edge had to run an errand." Jackie wrapped a tight arm around Molly, "No problem."
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"Dear Journal,
My friends finally found out about Edge and I. It's for the best. No suspicions or anything, since everyone will know soon. I'm really loving this time of my life. I'm happy, for the first time in forever, and I'm free. I don't think I could be happier than I am now. I love Edge and Edge loves me. It's like a dream come true. I'm pretty sure he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's only a matter of time 'til I find out if he feels the same way."
Molly continued to write, as she waited for Edge. She wondered where he was. Was he planning another surprise for her?
The sound of a card key, jingling in the slot outside the door, got her attention. She smiled, and set her journal and her pen on the nightstand. Edge stormed in, throwing his things aside. He slammed the door and turned to her, "Is there something you're not telling me?!"
Her smile faded, "What do you mean?"
"Raven jumped me at the arena, and basically said YOU knew he would!"
Molly's eyes dropped; she felt so ashamed. If only she would've told him. . . "So, is there something you're not telling me, Molly?" Edge repeated. He couldn't help but suspect she and Raven were working together, no matter how heart wrenching it was to assume. He'd realized he really didn't know her that well at all.
"What are you trying to say?" Molly whispered.
"Are you still with Raven?"
Molly was taken aback at the question. She couldn't believe the man she loved, perhaps the only man she's ever loved, was accusing her of setting him up, "W-why would you think that? Edge, you know I love you!"
Hearing her say his name made him cringe. It was like he didn't like how his name sounded coming from her. At least not anymore. 'The only thing Molly is good at is keeping secrets!' Raven had said.
"How am I supposed to know for sure?" Edge asked. He walked over to the door and opened it. What he said next tugged at his heart, "Go."
"But -"
"Go!" He took a deep breath and uttered, "I don't think I know you as well as I thought I did."
Molly hung her head and released her tears. He seemed to have given her everything and taken it all away, just as fast. She got up, off the bed and grabbed her things. She took one last glance at her love and sadly walked out. Edge slowly shut the door and punched it, letting out a small percentage of his frustrations.
Molly slowly walked down the hall, continuing to cry. She felt a tug at her stomach and dropped her things in the middle of the hallway. She knocked on the closest door. Jackie answered, "Hey, Molly, what's. . . " she noticed Molly clutching her stomach, ". . . up?"
"Jackie," Molly uttered, "can I use your bathroom?"
Jackie stepped aside and Molly scurried in, head first into the bathroom, where she thew up, into the toilet. Jackie came in after her and kneeled next to her friend, "Oh, Molly, what happened?"
Molly was able to utter, "Edge threw me out," and then stuck her head back into the toilet. Jackie brushed Molly's hair out of the way and held it, as she rubbed her best friend on the back.
"It'll be okay, girly. You can stay with me."
Molly lifted her head, "Thanks."
~Meanwhile~
Edge sat on the bed he and Molly were supposed to share. He kind of missed her already, but he didn't know what to think or who to believe anymore. He turned to the nightstand and sighed at the sight of Molly's journal. It was open to the entry she'd been writing before he came in. 'I'll give it to her tomorrow,' he thought, since he had no idea who she was staying with.
He spotted his name in the entry and curiosity got the best of him. He took the journal and began to read.
"I don't think I could be happier than I am now. I love Edge and Edge loves me. It's like a dream come true. I'm pretty sure he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's only a matter of time 'til I find out if he feels the same way."
Guilt plunged Edge's mind. Molly wasn't involved at all! He shut the journal and buried his face in his hands. He scowled himself for being so stupid. Words wouldn't express how horrible he felt.
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Molly tucked the necklace into her shirt as she and Edge entered the arena. Her bruises from Raven had faded and she no longer needed tons of make-up to cover them. She sometimes even forgot how she got them. Edge kept a protective hand on her back, trying to sooth her. She'd seemed tense for whatever reason.
"I'll come for you after the show," He said as they stopped outside the women's locker room. Molly gave him a peck on the cheek and walked in, closing the door behind her. As Edge began to walk away, he felt a bashing sting in his back and fell to the floor! He knew the feeling well; it was a chair. He heard Raven's shouting over the sounds of the steel chair, hitting his back, repeatedly. His eyes watered at the pain and he wished it'd stop.
Raven finally ceased the attack and threw the chair down, "I guess Molly really didn't tell you, huh?" He asked, looking over a weakened Edge. "Tell me what?!"
"I knew she wouldn't. The only thing Molly is good at is keeping secrets!"
~Meanwhile~
Molly held her head as the other divas surrounded her. "Are you feeling okay, Molly?" Jackie asked, rubbing Molly's shoulder.
"Not at all." She clutched the charm of her necklace, not realizing she'd just revealed it to everyone around her. She let it go and let out a deep sigh. "Hey, where'd you get that from?" Stacy asked, admiring its beauty. Molly didn't bother to hesitate. She wasn't about to provoke an interrogation with this headache, "Edge gave it to me." She clutched the charm again, as if in fear of letting it go. She felt her headache grow, like her brain was throbbing to the beat of her heart.
The women wrestlers sensed Molly's pain and didn't ask anymore questions, but tried to comfort her. Something seemed wrong.
**
Molly waited outside the locker room later that night, waiting for Edge. She looked down at her necklace and smiled. It meant so much that he'd been taking care of her and letting her know how much he cared. She wanted to do something in return, but no ideas as to what came to mind. She remembered Raven's threat, and wondered if she should tell him. As worried as she was about Edge, she was worried about herself as well. One of them would get hurt. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell which one.
"Hey, Molly, I ran into Edge." Jackie said, walking up to her best friend. "Is he coming for me?"
"I'm not sure. He told me to give this to you." Jackie handed Molly a note and Molly read it;
"I'll meet you at the hotel. There's something I need to talk to you about.
Edge"
Molly's eyebrows drew together; it seemed confusing to her. Jackie stared at the note and then at Molly's expression, "What's wrong?" Molly crumpled the note, "Jackie, can you give me a ride to the hotel? I guess Edge had to run an errand." Jackie wrapped a tight arm around Molly, "No problem."
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"Dear Journal,
My friends finally found out about Edge and I. It's for the best. No suspicions or anything, since everyone will know soon. I'm really loving this time of my life. I'm happy, for the first time in forever, and I'm free. I don't think I could be happier than I am now. I love Edge and Edge loves me. It's like a dream come true. I'm pretty sure he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's only a matter of time 'til I find out if he feels the same way."
Molly continued to write, as she waited for Edge. She wondered where he was. Was he planning another surprise for her?
The sound of a card key, jingling in the slot outside the door, got her attention. She smiled, and set her journal and her pen on the nightstand. Edge stormed in, throwing his things aside. He slammed the door and turned to her, "Is there something you're not telling me?!"
Her smile faded, "What do you mean?"
"Raven jumped me at the arena, and basically said YOU knew he would!"
Molly's eyes dropped; she felt so ashamed. If only she would've told him. . . "So, is there something you're not telling me, Molly?" Edge repeated. He couldn't help but suspect she and Raven were working together, no matter how heart wrenching it was to assume. He'd realized he really didn't know her that well at all.
"What are you trying to say?" Molly whispered.
"Are you still with Raven?"
Molly was taken aback at the question. She couldn't believe the man she loved, perhaps the only man she's ever loved, was accusing her of setting him up, "W-why would you think that? Edge, you know I love you!"
Hearing her say his name made him cringe. It was like he didn't like how his name sounded coming from her. At least not anymore. 'The only thing Molly is good at is keeping secrets!' Raven had said.
"How am I supposed to know for sure?" Edge asked. He walked over to the door and opened it. What he said next tugged at his heart, "Go."
"But -"
"Go!" He took a deep breath and uttered, "I don't think I know you as well as I thought I did."
Molly hung her head and released her tears. He seemed to have given her everything and taken it all away, just as fast. She got up, off the bed and grabbed her things. She took one last glance at her love and sadly walked out. Edge slowly shut the door and punched it, letting out a small percentage of his frustrations.
Molly slowly walked down the hall, continuing to cry. She felt a tug at her stomach and dropped her things in the middle of the hallway. She knocked on the closest door. Jackie answered, "Hey, Molly, what's. . . " she noticed Molly clutching her stomach, ". . . up?"
"Jackie," Molly uttered, "can I use your bathroom?"
Jackie stepped aside and Molly scurried in, head first into the bathroom, where she thew up, into the toilet. Jackie came in after her and kneeled next to her friend, "Oh, Molly, what happened?"
Molly was able to utter, "Edge threw me out," and then stuck her head back into the toilet. Jackie brushed Molly's hair out of the way and held it, as she rubbed her best friend on the back.
"It'll be okay, girly. You can stay with me."
Molly lifted her head, "Thanks."
~Meanwhile~
Edge sat on the bed he and Molly were supposed to share. He kind of missed her already, but he didn't know what to think or who to believe anymore. He turned to the nightstand and sighed at the sight of Molly's journal. It was open to the entry she'd been writing before he came in. 'I'll give it to her tomorrow,' he thought, since he had no idea who she was staying with.
He spotted his name in the entry and curiosity got the best of him. He took the journal and began to read.
"I don't think I could be happier than I am now. I love Edge and Edge loves me. It's like a dream come true. I'm pretty sure he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's only a matter of time 'til I find out if he feels the same way."
Guilt plunged Edge's mind. Molly wasn't involved at all! He shut the journal and buried his face in his hands. He scowled himself for being so stupid. Words wouldn't express how horrible he felt.
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