Hey!!! Im sorry its so short, but I have to go to school in like 10 minutes :S I dislike school lol. and I kinda had a bad night last night...but HEY! guess what? Im gettin published!! YAYA! lol sry about that well I hope you all enjoy this part!!
Chapter 3
"Stephanie?" He voice was barely heard. He was breaking down, and he didnt like it at all. She looked at him again, then started to cry.
"Please, Jericho, not right now.....dont hurt me..." His eyes went from curiosity to soft. He bent down to look at her.
"Geezus...Steph what happened?" He saw her flinch, "Listen Stephanie Im not going to hurt you..."
"But they will..." He barely understood.
"Who will?"
"Heyman..and Shane..." She started to cry more. Jericho put his hand on her arm. She shook.
"Stephanie...?"
"Dont hurt me please..." Jericho shook his head.
"I told you I'm not going to hurt you, here come, I'll take you back..." This time she garbbed his arm.
"Please no! Heyman and Shane are waiting for me! you can't take me back there...please.." Y2J looked down at her. She was a bloody mess, he coudln't just leave her. What if Heyman and Shane went after her? He sighed bent down and picked her up. She wasn't all that heavy. She snaked her arms around his neck, and buried herself in the crane of it. He had to stop himself from thinking about the tears and snot probably sneaking down it (Yes I know gross!). He put her on the couch. Her eyes kind of went wide when she just seen him in a towel. She gulped then forced herself to look away.
"Alright Princess, your coming with me to my hotel room, where Heyman and Shane wont come after you...is that ok?" She looked back and nodded. "Alright Im going to change then we'll go.." He grabbed his stuff. He came out a minute later. He wore causual clothing, just a pair of jeans with a black t-shirt.
"you ready to go?" She nodded and stood up on her wobbly legs. He went by her side as she got the feeling back in them. She then nodded to him, telling him she was fine.
They walked out slowly, looking side to side, seeing if anyone from WCW or ECW were still lurking. Jericho looked at her and said the cost was clear. They slowly emerged from the locker-room and started to walk down the hall. When they got out side, They walked a bit faster to Jericho's rental car. He threw his bag behind the back seat and let Stephanie in through the passenger side. He walked to his side, hopped in and turned down the volume before turning his car on. Sure enough, that didn't work and Hard Rock music blasted through the car, he turned it off and looked at Stephanie sheeplishy.
"Sorry about that.." She smiled a little then looked outside her window.
The car ride would have to take about 20 minites to the hotel. Stephanie and Chris didn't really say much, I mean what are you supose to say to your enemy of 2 years?
"Listen Jericho, Im really happy your helping me..."Her voice was quiet. Jericho looked to her for a moment then back at the road. He nodded, "I know that me and you aren't that...well friendly towards each other...but I dont know.."
"Steph, we dont need to talk about it till later, ok?" She nodded, again the water works started happening. She used her sleeve to wipe them. Y2J got some tissue out of his pocket. "Here, it's not that great but it's better then nothing.." She took it and blew her nose, she looked back out her window...
***
Chris stopped the car in front of the Sand-Man Inn. He got his bags, as Stephanie slowly emerged from the vehicle. She then waited for Jericho patiently, when he got his stuff they walked to the front desk.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" The lady smiled.
"Hey, my name is Patricia Christopher..." The lady nodded and began to type stuff into the computer.
"Yes, your room is 445...I believe your sister is already there..." Chris smiled got a key and walked up to the elevator, Stephanie trailing behind. Once they entered Stephanie broke the silence.
"I didn't know you had a sister..." She said quietly.
"There's alot of things you dont know about me..." Chris answered at the same volume of voice. The *Ding* of the elevator singled that the ride was over. They walked out. Stephanie walked a bit faster than usual. Chris took out his key-card and swipped it in. He opened the door. He heard footsteps comig towards the door.
"Hey Lionheart!" Trish stopped dead in her tracks when she seen Stephanie standing beside him. Trish was wearing red jami pants and a white tank-top. Her smile turned into a scowl. "What are you doing here?" Chris dropped his bag.
"Trish, she doesnt need that right now.." Just then Torrie Wilson came walking through the ajoining room door. She stopped the exact way as Trish did.
"Stephanie!" She sqeaked out. Stephanie had shook written all over her face.
"Torrie what are you doing here?" Torrie looked at her.
"I could ask you the same question.." Stephanie shook her head. Torrie walked up to her.."Steph, what happened sweety?" Torrie pulled out the sweet talk. Jericho was the one that answered her.
"Shane and Paul.." Torrie gasped.
"Shane and Paul? as in my boss?" He nodded. She shook her head, "God those men are sick..." Chris looked at Trish.
"Trish do you have clothes?"
"None that she can wear..." Jericho sighed.
"Trish...please..." She shook her head no.
"No Chris! I'm not goin to let some scum-bag hoe, that we both know you dont trust wear my clothes. I mean god Chris! She could be up to something!" Jericho walked up to her.
"Trish, I found her crying outside my door, Im not a jackass everyone thinks I am, I helped her...please..." Trish put her head up to Chris's
"No." She then turned around and went to her room, slamming the door. Stephanie flinched in Torrie's arms. Jericho turned around.
"Torrie, Billy's looking for you, you better go before Shane or somebody comes...." Torrie nodded and hugged Steph again, then left. Stephanie looked at Torrie's leaving form. She then looked back hanging her head down, she walked up to Jericho and leaned into him....not knowing how he'd react. Jericho looked down at her, feeling a little wierd. He put his arm around her and held her. He then let go.
"Steph, you need to get out of your clothes.." her eyes went wide when he said that. She looked down at herself, and noticed she was wearing a black short dress. She blushed and looked back at him.
"Into what? Trish wont' let me into her stuff..." The canadain nodded. He went to his bag and took out a Stratusfaction shirt and boxers.
"This will have to do...for now..." Stephanie took it and went to the bathroom to change. Jericho sighed and knocked on Trish's door, she answered looking pissed.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice filled with poison.
"Trish how could you do that to her?"
"What do you mean how could I? I mean look at what she's did to me Chris! She fucking poured shit on me! She humiluted me when we wrestled at Survivor series!(I think thats when they faught:S) Chris would you trust her if you were me?"
"Trish, would you trust her if you were me? I mean do you blame her for pouring that shit on you?!" Trish glared at him, then slammed her door in his face. He sighed shook his head and hollered. "g'night to you to sis!" He turned around and seen Stephanie standing there.
"I'm sorry Im putting you through this, maybe I should just go..."
"Steph, dont worry about her she'll come through give her time...." Stephanie nodded and looked at the bed, the other room must have had the couch in it.
"Where are we going to sleep?" she asked.
"Well, I could sleep on the floor...." Y2J said looking around. "But there's only one blamket, Trish must have the other one..." he went to knowck on her door, but then pulled his hand away when she didnt' answer. "Well Princess you and I are stuck sharing a bed I guess..." Stephanie looked at him with shock. "Ah, come on I don't bite....hard.." Her eyes just widen. He laughed. "Steph, Im joking just climb in, it's a big bed, we wont touch..." Stephanie looked at him.
"Alright.." She let it out shaky. Jericho jumped into the bed, glad to hell he was getting some rest. Stephanie climbed in it slowly and immediatly fell alseep.
Chapter 3
"Stephanie?" He voice was barely heard. He was breaking down, and he didnt like it at all. She looked at him again, then started to cry.
"Please, Jericho, not right now.....dont hurt me..." His eyes went from curiosity to soft. He bent down to look at her.
"Geezus...Steph what happened?" He saw her flinch, "Listen Stephanie Im not going to hurt you..."
"But they will..." He barely understood.
"Who will?"
"Heyman..and Shane..." She started to cry more. Jericho put his hand on her arm. She shook.
"Stephanie...?"
"Dont hurt me please..." Jericho shook his head.
"I told you I'm not going to hurt you, here come, I'll take you back..." This time she garbbed his arm.
"Please no! Heyman and Shane are waiting for me! you can't take me back there...please.." Y2J looked down at her. She was a bloody mess, he coudln't just leave her. What if Heyman and Shane went after her? He sighed bent down and picked her up. She wasn't all that heavy. She snaked her arms around his neck, and buried herself in the crane of it. He had to stop himself from thinking about the tears and snot probably sneaking down it (Yes I know gross!). He put her on the couch. Her eyes kind of went wide when she just seen him in a towel. She gulped then forced herself to look away.
"Alright Princess, your coming with me to my hotel room, where Heyman and Shane wont come after you...is that ok?" She looked back and nodded. "Alright Im going to change then we'll go.." He grabbed his stuff. He came out a minute later. He wore causual clothing, just a pair of jeans with a black t-shirt.
"you ready to go?" She nodded and stood up on her wobbly legs. He went by her side as she got the feeling back in them. She then nodded to him, telling him she was fine.
They walked out slowly, looking side to side, seeing if anyone from WCW or ECW were still lurking. Jericho looked at her and said the cost was clear. They slowly emerged from the locker-room and started to walk down the hall. When they got out side, They walked a bit faster to Jericho's rental car. He threw his bag behind the back seat and let Stephanie in through the passenger side. He walked to his side, hopped in and turned down the volume before turning his car on. Sure enough, that didn't work and Hard Rock music blasted through the car, he turned it off and looked at Stephanie sheeplishy.
"Sorry about that.." She smiled a little then looked outside her window.
The car ride would have to take about 20 minites to the hotel. Stephanie and Chris didn't really say much, I mean what are you supose to say to your enemy of 2 years?
"Listen Jericho, Im really happy your helping me..."Her voice was quiet. Jericho looked to her for a moment then back at the road. He nodded, "I know that me and you aren't that...well friendly towards each other...but I dont know.."
"Steph, we dont need to talk about it till later, ok?" She nodded, again the water works started happening. She used her sleeve to wipe them. Y2J got some tissue out of his pocket. "Here, it's not that great but it's better then nothing.." She took it and blew her nose, she looked back out her window...
***
Chris stopped the car in front of the Sand-Man Inn. He got his bags, as Stephanie slowly emerged from the vehicle. She then waited for Jericho patiently, when he got his stuff they walked to the front desk.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" The lady smiled.
"Hey, my name is Patricia Christopher..." The lady nodded and began to type stuff into the computer.
"Yes, your room is 445...I believe your sister is already there..." Chris smiled got a key and walked up to the elevator, Stephanie trailing behind. Once they entered Stephanie broke the silence.
"I didn't know you had a sister..." She said quietly.
"There's alot of things you dont know about me..." Chris answered at the same volume of voice. The *Ding* of the elevator singled that the ride was over. They walked out. Stephanie walked a bit faster than usual. Chris took out his key-card and swipped it in. He opened the door. He heard footsteps comig towards the door.
"Hey Lionheart!" Trish stopped dead in her tracks when she seen Stephanie standing beside him. Trish was wearing red jami pants and a white tank-top. Her smile turned into a scowl. "What are you doing here?" Chris dropped his bag.
"Trish, she doesnt need that right now.." Just then Torrie Wilson came walking through the ajoining room door. She stopped the exact way as Trish did.
"Stephanie!" She sqeaked out. Stephanie had shook written all over her face.
"Torrie what are you doing here?" Torrie looked at her.
"I could ask you the same question.." Stephanie shook her head. Torrie walked up to her.."Steph, what happened sweety?" Torrie pulled out the sweet talk. Jericho was the one that answered her.
"Shane and Paul.." Torrie gasped.
"Shane and Paul? as in my boss?" He nodded. She shook her head, "God those men are sick..." Chris looked at Trish.
"Trish do you have clothes?"
"None that she can wear..." Jericho sighed.
"Trish...please..." She shook her head no.
"No Chris! I'm not goin to let some scum-bag hoe, that we both know you dont trust wear my clothes. I mean god Chris! She could be up to something!" Jericho walked up to her.
"Trish, I found her crying outside my door, Im not a jackass everyone thinks I am, I helped her...please..." Trish put her head up to Chris's
"No." She then turned around and went to her room, slamming the door. Stephanie flinched in Torrie's arms. Jericho turned around.
"Torrie, Billy's looking for you, you better go before Shane or somebody comes...." Torrie nodded and hugged Steph again, then left. Stephanie looked at Torrie's leaving form. She then looked back hanging her head down, she walked up to Jericho and leaned into him....not knowing how he'd react. Jericho looked down at her, feeling a little wierd. He put his arm around her and held her. He then let go.
"Steph, you need to get out of your clothes.." her eyes went wide when he said that. She looked down at herself, and noticed she was wearing a black short dress. She blushed and looked back at him.
"Into what? Trish wont' let me into her stuff..." The canadain nodded. He went to his bag and took out a Stratusfaction shirt and boxers.
"This will have to do...for now..." Stephanie took it and went to the bathroom to change. Jericho sighed and knocked on Trish's door, she answered looking pissed.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice filled with poison.
"Trish how could you do that to her?"
"What do you mean how could I? I mean look at what she's did to me Chris! She fucking poured shit on me! She humiluted me when we wrestled at Survivor series!(I think thats when they faught:S) Chris would you trust her if you were me?"
"Trish, would you trust her if you were me? I mean do you blame her for pouring that shit on you?!" Trish glared at him, then slammed her door in his face. He sighed shook his head and hollered. "g'night to you to sis!" He turned around and seen Stephanie standing there.
"I'm sorry Im putting you through this, maybe I should just go..."
"Steph, dont worry about her she'll come through give her time...." Stephanie nodded and looked at the bed, the other room must have had the couch in it.
"Where are we going to sleep?" she asked.
"Well, I could sleep on the floor...." Y2J said looking around. "But there's only one blamket, Trish must have the other one..." he went to knowck on her door, but then pulled his hand away when she didnt' answer. "Well Princess you and I are stuck sharing a bed I guess..." Stephanie looked at him with shock. "Ah, come on I don't bite....hard.." Her eyes just widen. He laughed. "Steph, Im joking just climb in, it's a big bed, we wont touch..." Stephanie looked at him.
"Alright.." She let it out shaky. Jericho jumped into the bed, glad to hell he was getting some rest. Stephanie climbed in it slowly and immediatly fell alseep.