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Who Do You Turn To?

            Torrie showered, dressed and left the arena quickly.  Her father's words kept replaying themselves in her head, torturing her.

            'It's always about Torrie…we'll have a child… it's not a disgrace like you'

            'How could he say that?' She wondered as she drove back to the hotel.  'All those times he said he loved me…were they just empty words?  Does he even care anymore? What has Dawn done to him?'

            She opened the door to the hotel room she and Shane were sharing to find it empty.

            'Great…just when I need him he's conveniently not here' Torrie dropped her bags and curled up on the bed, tears freely streaming down her face.

[Shane's P.O.V.]

            Shane opened the door to their hotel room, worried.  He had watched Smackdown and sped to the arena as soon as he saw what Al had said to Torrie.  He didn't care if people saw him.  But when he got there, after asking around, it turned out she had already left.  Where was she?

            His fears were erased when he saw Torrie curled up on the bed, obviously crying. 

            'She must really be hurting.' He thought, looking down at her. [a/n- I'm writing this very late at night.  PITY ME!]

            He sat down next to her on the bed, not quite knowing what to do.

            "People can be cruel." He said out loud. "But that's only because they're jealous."

            "Jealous?" she said, swallowing [a/n- get your mind out of the gutter NOW!]. "What would my father have to be jealous of?"

            "Your success.  Look at you, you're beautiful, you can wrestle, and you survived WCW."

            She sat up to face him, and smiled a small smile. "It wasn't all that tough."

            "But still, what was your father doing to make money before he started interfering with your life?"

            "I honestly don't know.  I lost track of him after I started wrestling.  But he's my father, Shane, how could he say those things?" she asked, tears beginning to flow again.

            "I couldn't tell you." He said, taking her into his arms.  "But I know what you're going through.  It hurts, but trust me, it'll all change soon."

            Torrie dried her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Thanks.  A lot."

            "Hey, I'm your boyfriend, and I'm not back on WWE programming yet.  I gotta do something."

            She couldn't help but giggle. "You goof." She sighed, and then spoke up again. "you know I love you."

            "Of course I know."

            "You're as bad as Jericho."

            "No, actually, Jericho's about ten times worse."

            Torrie giggled slightly. "True.  So true."

            "Alright, don't say true anymore."

            "And why not?"

            "It makes you sound like Kurt Angle."

            "What, don't you like him?"

            "Oh yeah, it's real easy to be friends with a guy who lives off milk, has two rookie bodyguards and is hung up on the fact that he was a gold medallist 7 years ago.  Not to mention, he's got the Don't Try This At Home award [Jeff Hardy SO deserved that!].  You know, you deserved Diva of the Decade, not Trish."

            "I know."

            "Now who's arrogant?"

            "Oh, shush."

TBC!!

A/N- TAH DAH!  Ok, so it's not as good as DCFanatic4Life's but I'm working on it alright?!  I'll eventually try to write a chapter for the rest of the Torrie Wilson/ Dawn Marie saga.  And if Shane ever actually comes back, so help me God, I'll write chapters for that, too!

A/N2- If you're a major Trish fan, and I offended you, I'm sorry!  I'm one, too, honest!  But, the night of the RAW 10th anniversary I was personally rooting for Chyna or Lita.

"Funaki…feel…very dirty." ~ Funaki