A.n. I AM BACK!!!! *stops* Oh no. OH HELL NO I'M TURNING INTO ERIC
BISHOFF!!! * Calms down * Ok here we go! New Chaps and the end is near I
fear! We've got 4 chapters left. Hope you enjoy!!
Stephanie awoke the feeling of dried tears on her face. She blinked at the sunny day. She felt cold and hollow. Her brain forced her to remember the night before. Sitting up in bed she put her head in her hands and choked back a sob. She pulled her knees to her chest and took deep breaths. Her eyes searched the room for any sign of Marshal. A sharp pang twisted inside her like a cold knife. She didn't have the energy to move. She wondered vaguely if she had the energy to live. She now had no career, no boyfriend, and the whole world once again would think her a slut. Her dog came trotting up to the side of the bed and hopped on. He looked at her with big brown eyes and placed his head on her stomach looking up at her as if to ask what was wrong.
"Might as well vegetate." She said sighing and petting the dog. Picking up the remote control she turned it towards her tv and clicked the on button. The sound of the morning news came on and before the TV could light with color Stephanie had the urge to turn it back off.
"Hi I'm Cassie Arnold with your Morning News. Last night the nation-wide famous Marie or better known as Stephanie McMahon was attacked at a Magazine gala in Manhattan. Her boss, Mr. Harold Smith of Nation Magazine, attacked her. In turn her boyfriend, rebellious rapper, Eminem better known as Marshal Mathers defended her. His attack carried on just after Ms. McMahon had been rescued leaving the young rapper open for a lawsuit. I'm Cassie Arnold and now on to weather." The woman said brightly and Stephanie hurled her remote at the TV breaking the glass sending shards everywhere around the room especially at her door. Max started barking and she regretted frightening her furry friend. It disappeared and didn't matter to her as she felt like boarding herself into her room forever. Diving under her covers she wished she were invisible. She wished more that she didn't exist.
Just then she heard a door slam. A man's voice floated up the stairs to her ears. Max growled beside her uncertainly. She groaned and punched her pillow. Blinking back tears she slid even deeper beneath the sheets hoping he would see that she wasn't there and just leave her. That of course didn't happen and heavy footsteps pounded on her stairs. She grumbled in defeat.
"Oh great now he's here to dump me in person." Stephanie groaned.
"Steph?" Marshall called.
"She doesn't exist!" Stephanie said sarcastically.
"Oh Steph.." Marshal sat down on the side of the bed as she sat up. Her straight brown hair was array and he reached and brushed several strands from her face lovingly. Max seeing that everything was alright walked to his normal spot beneath her window and plopped down falling asleep.
"All I wanted was to do it on my own with out help from my family with out them treating me like a worthless human being, like a child." She cried and he wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back.
"Sh.." He whispered rocking her back and forth. "Its ok.you're not worthless you know that. You're strong. Hell you're stronger than a lot of people I know."
"How can you still want me?" She whispered back.
"How could I not?" He replied confused.
"Because now you'll have a huge court case and scandal over this whole ridiculous thing over me!" Stephanie exclaimed through her tears.
"Number one I thrive on controversy, number two I doubt Mr. Smith will do anything, and did you really expect me not to try and protect you?" He looked into her eyes and would never admit fully to the fuzzy emotions inside him.
"Why wouldn't I protect you when I love you?" He asked and leaned in kissing her lips lightly.
"I love you too." She whispered and he held her closer.
"Hey I have someone I want you to meet." He said.
"Who?" Stephanie asked vaugely worried now about her hair. "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
"Trust me she won't mind." He laughed.
"She?" Stephanie wondered aloud.
Stephanie awoke the feeling of dried tears on her face. She blinked at the sunny day. She felt cold and hollow. Her brain forced her to remember the night before. Sitting up in bed she put her head in her hands and choked back a sob. She pulled her knees to her chest and took deep breaths. Her eyes searched the room for any sign of Marshal. A sharp pang twisted inside her like a cold knife. She didn't have the energy to move. She wondered vaguely if she had the energy to live. She now had no career, no boyfriend, and the whole world once again would think her a slut. Her dog came trotting up to the side of the bed and hopped on. He looked at her with big brown eyes and placed his head on her stomach looking up at her as if to ask what was wrong.
"Might as well vegetate." She said sighing and petting the dog. Picking up the remote control she turned it towards her tv and clicked the on button. The sound of the morning news came on and before the TV could light with color Stephanie had the urge to turn it back off.
"Hi I'm Cassie Arnold with your Morning News. Last night the nation-wide famous Marie or better known as Stephanie McMahon was attacked at a Magazine gala in Manhattan. Her boss, Mr. Harold Smith of Nation Magazine, attacked her. In turn her boyfriend, rebellious rapper, Eminem better known as Marshal Mathers defended her. His attack carried on just after Ms. McMahon had been rescued leaving the young rapper open for a lawsuit. I'm Cassie Arnold and now on to weather." The woman said brightly and Stephanie hurled her remote at the TV breaking the glass sending shards everywhere around the room especially at her door. Max started barking and she regretted frightening her furry friend. It disappeared and didn't matter to her as she felt like boarding herself into her room forever. Diving under her covers she wished she were invisible. She wished more that she didn't exist.
Just then she heard a door slam. A man's voice floated up the stairs to her ears. Max growled beside her uncertainly. She groaned and punched her pillow. Blinking back tears she slid even deeper beneath the sheets hoping he would see that she wasn't there and just leave her. That of course didn't happen and heavy footsteps pounded on her stairs. She grumbled in defeat.
"Oh great now he's here to dump me in person." Stephanie groaned.
"Steph?" Marshall called.
"She doesn't exist!" Stephanie said sarcastically.
"Oh Steph.." Marshal sat down on the side of the bed as she sat up. Her straight brown hair was array and he reached and brushed several strands from her face lovingly. Max seeing that everything was alright walked to his normal spot beneath her window and plopped down falling asleep.
"All I wanted was to do it on my own with out help from my family with out them treating me like a worthless human being, like a child." She cried and he wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back.
"Sh.." He whispered rocking her back and forth. "Its ok.you're not worthless you know that. You're strong. Hell you're stronger than a lot of people I know."
"How can you still want me?" She whispered back.
"How could I not?" He replied confused.
"Because now you'll have a huge court case and scandal over this whole ridiculous thing over me!" Stephanie exclaimed through her tears.
"Number one I thrive on controversy, number two I doubt Mr. Smith will do anything, and did you really expect me not to try and protect you?" He looked into her eyes and would never admit fully to the fuzzy emotions inside him.
"Why wouldn't I protect you when I love you?" He asked and leaned in kissing her lips lightly.
"I love you too." She whispered and he held her closer.
"Hey I have someone I want you to meet." He said.
"Who?" Stephanie asked vaugely worried now about her hair. "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
"Trust me she won't mind." He laughed.
"She?" Stephanie wondered aloud.