Author's Note: I rented Total Nonstop Action on pay-per-view last night. It was utter heaven. The main event was Raven vs. Sandman in a "Raven's Clockword Orange House of Fun" match. (You'd have to have seen it to understand it. It was totally insane. The coolest "gimmick match" I've ever witnessed, and that includes Bischoff's Elimination Chamber.) Of course, our boy Raven won. I just wanted to let y'all in on that. Also, a shout-out to a new reviewer, Never Clever. (Yes, Raven is "bloody hot". lol) Sorry for the short chapter last time guys, hopefully this will make up for it. Onward!
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Amy was silent the entire cab ride back to the hotel. She wore a bandage on her forehead the EMT workers had insisted they give her. The cut she'd had was small, but she knew from past experience that head wounds bled like crazy and the bandage had proven to be necessary. The driver of the cab kept checking on her in the rearview mirror.
"Something on ya mind, lady? Ya feelin' all right? Ain't dizzy or nuthing, are ya'?"
"I'm fine," she lied to him with a smile. "Still just a little shaken up, I guess." That part was at least somewhat true. Though she wasn't shaken up from the accident, at least not the physical part of it. The fact that Hunter had been following her was weighing heavily on her mind. She couldn't deny it to herself any longer; her eyes knew what they had seen. And it had been him, definitely, speeding away from the accident. There was no mistaking his profile, or his build. Anyway, even the car had looked like his.
"Yeah, this one over here on the right. Thanks." Amy got out of the cab and went up to her room for her bags after making the driver promise to wait for her to get back down. Earlier, she had been planning on coming back and sleeping for a couple of hours before her flight, but with the delay caused by the accident and talking to the police, she now had time just to get her bags, turn around and go back.
Walking slowly back through the parking lot with her heavy bags, she saw something that disturbed her even further, something she hadn't noticed earlier in the rush to get up to her room. A car that was unmistakably Hunter's, right down to the vanity license plate, with a broken headlight, and the front bumper dented in.
Looking around herself quickly, hoping no one had noticed her staring, Lita hurried on with her luggage to the waiting taxi.
A week passed, and Scott called Amy every other night, trying not to appear too desperate. He just couldn't go long without hearing her voice, though it was still no one near the same as actually being with her. Every time he called, Amy had the story about Hunter and the car on the tip of her tongue, but she'd always change the subject, afraid of acting paranoid and worrying Scott over nothing. Plus, she wouldn't be able to explain her fear without telling him the whole story of what had happened last year, and that was something she really didn't want to get into. Besides, she had other things on her mind now, too.
Like the new storyline the writers were planning to put her in. She didn't know much about it, but it sounded like she'd have to split with the Hardys, which was sad. Also, she was planning on trying to find guest spots to do on t.v. shows.
She was also spending a lot of time thinking about how Raven had ended their first phone call after he left.
They had been right about to hang up, when all of a sudden he'd just said, right out of the blue, "I love you."
She'd been too startled to say anything for a few seconds, and on the other end of the line, Scott was mentally kicking himself for his impulsiveness.
"I love you, too," she said back softly. "I...I really miss you."
"Yeah, I miss you," he agreed gently. "Talk to you later?"
"Of course."
Now, he had been gone a whole week, though to Lita it felt like months. She packed her gymbag quietly, and left to go to the stadium where she'd be having her first ever RAW without Scott there.
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Amy was silent the entire cab ride back to the hotel. She wore a bandage on her forehead the EMT workers had insisted they give her. The cut she'd had was small, but she knew from past experience that head wounds bled like crazy and the bandage had proven to be necessary. The driver of the cab kept checking on her in the rearview mirror.
"Something on ya mind, lady? Ya feelin' all right? Ain't dizzy or nuthing, are ya'?"
"I'm fine," she lied to him with a smile. "Still just a little shaken up, I guess." That part was at least somewhat true. Though she wasn't shaken up from the accident, at least not the physical part of it. The fact that Hunter had been following her was weighing heavily on her mind. She couldn't deny it to herself any longer; her eyes knew what they had seen. And it had been him, definitely, speeding away from the accident. There was no mistaking his profile, or his build. Anyway, even the car had looked like his.
"Yeah, this one over here on the right. Thanks." Amy got out of the cab and went up to her room for her bags after making the driver promise to wait for her to get back down. Earlier, she had been planning on coming back and sleeping for a couple of hours before her flight, but with the delay caused by the accident and talking to the police, she now had time just to get her bags, turn around and go back.
Walking slowly back through the parking lot with her heavy bags, she saw something that disturbed her even further, something she hadn't noticed earlier in the rush to get up to her room. A car that was unmistakably Hunter's, right down to the vanity license plate, with a broken headlight, and the front bumper dented in.
Looking around herself quickly, hoping no one had noticed her staring, Lita hurried on with her luggage to the waiting taxi.
A week passed, and Scott called Amy every other night, trying not to appear too desperate. He just couldn't go long without hearing her voice, though it was still no one near the same as actually being with her. Every time he called, Amy had the story about Hunter and the car on the tip of her tongue, but she'd always change the subject, afraid of acting paranoid and worrying Scott over nothing. Plus, she wouldn't be able to explain her fear without telling him the whole story of what had happened last year, and that was something she really didn't want to get into. Besides, she had other things on her mind now, too.
Like the new storyline the writers were planning to put her in. She didn't know much about it, but it sounded like she'd have to split with the Hardys, which was sad. Also, she was planning on trying to find guest spots to do on t.v. shows.
She was also spending a lot of time thinking about how Raven had ended their first phone call after he left.
They had been right about to hang up, when all of a sudden he'd just said, right out of the blue, "I love you."
She'd been too startled to say anything for a few seconds, and on the other end of the line, Scott was mentally kicking himself for his impulsiveness.
"I love you, too," she said back softly. "I...I really miss you."
"Yeah, I miss you," he agreed gently. "Talk to you later?"
"Of course."
Now, he had been gone a whole week, though to Lita it felt like months. She packed her gymbag quietly, and left to go to the stadium where she'd be having her first ever RAW without Scott there.