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"Do you want to talk about it?" Jackie asked. Both her and Molly lay on their own hotel room bed, facing each other. Molly shifted from laying on her side, and onto her back, "I don't know what to say. Edge told me he loved me, and with love comes trust. Maybe he just doesn't love me. But what would make him think he does?"
"Maybe it's because he's the only one helping you. . . ?"
Molly shook her head, "Maybe. I'd like to know if Raven told him anything else, though."
'All alone. . .' Raven had said that night, in the car. Molly sat up, abruptly, "Oh my God!"
Jackie sat up and placed her weight on her elbow, "What? What's wrong?"
Molly turned to her, "Raven! Edge didn't know Raven came that night! I knew I should've told him!"
Jackie's eyebrows drew together, "What are you talking about?"
"A few days ago, I was in the car waiting for Edge, and Raven came in. He said something like Edge wouldn't always be there and I'd be all alone." Molly stopped, realizing the time Raven spoke of had come. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, knowing she'd lost just about everything now.
Jackie got up, out of the bed and tried to console her friend, rubbing her back, "Shh, it'll be fine, Molly. Edge will realize you had nothing to do with it soon!"
"I hope so," Molly uttered, lifting her head out of her palms.
She thought for a moment and felt for the chain fastener of the necklace Edge had given her. She undid it and took the necklace off, suddenly feeling naked without it. She got up, off the bed and took out her box. The box that contained her not-so-many prized possessions. She opened it and dropped the necklace inside. Closing the box, she shut her eyes, letting her tears flow down her cheeks.
**
The 2 arrived at the arena the next morning, chatting and laughing as if they didn't have a care in the World. For a moment, Molly even forgot the issue with Edge. When she realized she'd neglected her problem, she grew silent again. As they headed toward the women's locker room, Molly stopped and felt her forehead.
"Are you going to be okay?" Jackie asked, stopping as well. Molly nodded, "I think I'll just go get a water bottle. I'll be back." Jackie entered and Molly walked further through the hallway. As her pace quickened, she turned the corner, only to collide with the one person she didn't want to see.
"Uh--- you left your journal in my hotel room last night." Edge said. He held her journal in his left hand, but didn't hand it to her.
She glared up at him, not wanting to spark a conversation with him. Especially since she had no idea how to start one. After he'd hurt her last night. . .
He finally held her journal out and waited for her to take it. She stared at it and then at him again.
"Molly, I just wanted to tell you that-"
She took the journal, "No. That's okay. You don't need to explain anything."
"Molly, I realized what I said may have been out of line."
"'May have been?!' Let me ask you this, Edge. Did you really love me?"
"Of course I did- do, Molly."
"How come you couldn't trust me?" Molly's voice began to break, as tears welled and her stomach churned.
Edge didn't reply. Instead, he looked away. Molly scoffed and walked passed him, looking for the nearest bathroom. Edge turned around, trying to catch her arm, "Molly!"
She stumbled into the bathroom and tripped over herself, landing with her hands out, sparing any pain to her face. She groaned and crawled into the stall, propping her chin onto the toilet seat. She waited, and waited longer. Then it finally came.
**
"Why'd you throw her out, again?" Christian asked, his voice squeaking. He and Edge were the only ones left in the locker room now. It was almost midnight, but Edge had seemed glued to the bench.
"Raven basically said she knew about it."
"Do you realize that that doesn't automatically mean she was behind it?"
Edge's head shot up, and he suddenly felt incredibly stupid. "Oh,God!" Not knowing what else to say, he grabbed his gym bag and ran out. He hoped he'd catch Molly before she left, if she already hadn't. As he flew out of the EXIT doors, he shouted, "Molly!", as if she were there.
"Hello, Edge." A voice said. Edge turned to see Raven, leaning against the wall. A light from the building's roof shone onto him, lighting and darkening his features. His expression was fierce, but still, as if he'd been waiting to strike something.
"Didja realize that No Mercy is in about 6 days?" He asked, smirking.
Edge thought of it and realized Raven was right. Less than a week, he'd get the revenge he longed for. He reminded himself that it was for Molly. He'd envision the match in his mind and see Molly in his corner. Now, he highly doubted that.
"I know."
"Do you still have Molly in your corner?"
"I did, but now. . . now, I'm not so sure."
"Aww," Raven said, "that's a shame. Don't worry about her, though, Edge."
Edge could've sworn he saw Raven wink, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Raven stood there a few seconds longer and then casually walk off, into the darkness. Edge heard the howl of wind and loneliness. He couldn't help but think what he feared.
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"Do you want to talk about it?" Jackie asked. Both her and Molly lay on their own hotel room bed, facing each other. Molly shifted from laying on her side, and onto her back, "I don't know what to say. Edge told me he loved me, and with love comes trust. Maybe he just doesn't love me. But what would make him think he does?"
"Maybe it's because he's the only one helping you. . . ?"
Molly shook her head, "Maybe. I'd like to know if Raven told him anything else, though."
'All alone. . .' Raven had said that night, in the car. Molly sat up, abruptly, "Oh my God!"
Jackie sat up and placed her weight on her elbow, "What? What's wrong?"
Molly turned to her, "Raven! Edge didn't know Raven came that night! I knew I should've told him!"
Jackie's eyebrows drew together, "What are you talking about?"
"A few days ago, I was in the car waiting for Edge, and Raven came in. He said something like Edge wouldn't always be there and I'd be all alone." Molly stopped, realizing the time Raven spoke of had come. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, knowing she'd lost just about everything now.
Jackie got up, out of the bed and tried to console her friend, rubbing her back, "Shh, it'll be fine, Molly. Edge will realize you had nothing to do with it soon!"
"I hope so," Molly uttered, lifting her head out of her palms.
She thought for a moment and felt for the chain fastener of the necklace Edge had given her. She undid it and took the necklace off, suddenly feeling naked without it. She got up, off the bed and took out her box. The box that contained her not-so-many prized possessions. She opened it and dropped the necklace inside. Closing the box, she shut her eyes, letting her tears flow down her cheeks.
**
The 2 arrived at the arena the next morning, chatting and laughing as if they didn't have a care in the World. For a moment, Molly even forgot the issue with Edge. When she realized she'd neglected her problem, she grew silent again. As they headed toward the women's locker room, Molly stopped and felt her forehead.
"Are you going to be okay?" Jackie asked, stopping as well. Molly nodded, "I think I'll just go get a water bottle. I'll be back." Jackie entered and Molly walked further through the hallway. As her pace quickened, she turned the corner, only to collide with the one person she didn't want to see.
"Uh--- you left your journal in my hotel room last night." Edge said. He held her journal in his left hand, but didn't hand it to her.
She glared up at him, not wanting to spark a conversation with him. Especially since she had no idea how to start one. After he'd hurt her last night. . .
He finally held her journal out and waited for her to take it. She stared at it and then at him again.
"Molly, I just wanted to tell you that-"
She took the journal, "No. That's okay. You don't need to explain anything."
"Molly, I realized what I said may have been out of line."
"'May have been?!' Let me ask you this, Edge. Did you really love me?"
"Of course I did- do, Molly."
"How come you couldn't trust me?" Molly's voice began to break, as tears welled and her stomach churned.
Edge didn't reply. Instead, he looked away. Molly scoffed and walked passed him, looking for the nearest bathroom. Edge turned around, trying to catch her arm, "Molly!"
She stumbled into the bathroom and tripped over herself, landing with her hands out, sparing any pain to her face. She groaned and crawled into the stall, propping her chin onto the toilet seat. She waited, and waited longer. Then it finally came.
**
"Why'd you throw her out, again?" Christian asked, his voice squeaking. He and Edge were the only ones left in the locker room now. It was almost midnight, but Edge had seemed glued to the bench.
"Raven basically said she knew about it."
"Do you realize that that doesn't automatically mean she was behind it?"
Edge's head shot up, and he suddenly felt incredibly stupid. "Oh,God!" Not knowing what else to say, he grabbed his gym bag and ran out. He hoped he'd catch Molly before she left, if she already hadn't. As he flew out of the EXIT doors, he shouted, "Molly!", as if she were there.
"Hello, Edge." A voice said. Edge turned to see Raven, leaning against the wall. A light from the building's roof shone onto him, lighting and darkening his features. His expression was fierce, but still, as if he'd been waiting to strike something.
"Didja realize that No Mercy is in about 6 days?" He asked, smirking.
Edge thought of it and realized Raven was right. Less than a week, he'd get the revenge he longed for. He reminded himself that it was for Molly. He'd envision the match in his mind and see Molly in his corner. Now, he highly doubted that.
"I know."
"Do you still have Molly in your corner?"
"I did, but now. . . now, I'm not so sure."
"Aww," Raven said, "that's a shame. Don't worry about her, though, Edge."
Edge could've sworn he saw Raven wink, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Raven stood there a few seconds longer and then casually walk off, into the darkness. Edge heard the howl of wind and loneliness. He couldn't help but think what he feared.
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