PART 45
MEANWHILE
Torrie was still sitting on the bed, thinking about what she had done. She recalled the look on Britney's face when she'd walked into the room. She looked crushed… absolutely devastated. God, I am such a bitch… why did I do this? There had to be another way out. Suddenly, the hotel room door opened and Adam walked back in, but he wasn't alone. He had Amy with him. He had run into her in the hallway and explained what happened. She advised him to stop searching for Britney for the time being, and now both of them were standing there, staring at her as if she stabbed them in the back. Well, I guess I *did* stab them in the back… whether I meant to or not.
"Adam, I…" Torrie started, but the blonde man put up a hand to stop her. He couldn't hide the anger from his eyes as he looked at her.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?" he started, and she lowered her head in shame. "If this is your idea of some kind of joke, I'm not laughing. You put me in hot water Torrie, and I want to know why. Britney is my girlfriend… my pregnant girlfriend. What did you think you would accomplish by hopping in bed with me? Why did you do it? D-did I do something to you? Did Britney? I need to know what's going on here, because I could very well lose the most important person in my life because of this."
Torrie felt like scum sitting there in the bed, the bed that Adam and Britney should have been peacefully sleeping in at the moment. He looked as though he was fighting back tears… looking at him made her feel ever lower. The blonde woman looked at him sadly, not knowing what to say. She knew what she did was very wrong, but she really had no choice. She shifted her glance from Adam to Amy. The redhead had fire in her eyes… she looked like she was ready to kill her. Torrie suspected that if Adam wasn't in the room, Amy probably would have lunged at her.
"Well?" she said expectantly, placing her hands on her hips.
"I… I can explain. I'm so sorry Adam, but you don't understand," Torrie explained, hoping that they would give her a chance to speak. Adam certainly didn't look too thrilled with her response.
"Get talking then… make me understand. You are going to explain your reasons for doing this to me, and then we're going to find Britney and you're going to straighten this all out. I'm really surprised at you Torrie… words cannot describe how shocked I am that you would do this. I honestly didn't think that you of all people would sink so low," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even though she knew what she did was wrong, it still hurt to hear him say that because she knew she had no other choice.
"You really don't understand. He… he made me do it," she said, causing Adam to do a double take.
"What? Who? Who made you do it?" he asked curiously. So I can rip the bastard's head off.
"Yeah," Amy said, sitting down on the bed and eyeing Torrie skeptically. She still wasn't sure she believed her. "Who made you do this?" Torrie felt fresh tears filling her eyes.
"B-Brock Lesnar." Amy's heart sunk and Adam's stomach dropped. There was no way Torrie would lie about that, and that was definitely something that Brock would put her up to. And if Brock had indeed put Torrie up to this, then they had to find Britney and straighten out the whole mess quick.
"What?" Adam asked, encouraging her to continue.
"Brock Lesnar… he told me to do it. At first I refused, cause I really didn't want to hurt you guys. But he told me I had no choice. I swear I didn't want to do it Adam, but I was scared. I know what he did to Britney and I didn't want that to happen to me," she explained.
Amy frowned, "Why didn't you just tell Adam what happened when you got in the room? With all that Brock has pulled in the past, I'm sure he would have believed you."
Torrie sighed, "I was going to, I really was, but Brock warned me about it. He said if he found out that I told you he would make everyday of my life miserable. Like I said, I've seen what he's done to Britney, and I just got scared. I'm so sorry Adam."
"That bastard…I'm going to talk to her now," he said, a determined tone in his voice. Just as he turned to walk away, Amy jumped up after him.
"No," she said. "You know she won't want to listen to you tonight. And you know she goes to Chris's room every time you guys fight… just let her stay there and go to see her in the morning. I'd go with you, but Matt and I have an early flight since we're off too."
Amy left, but not until Adam agreed and promised not to leave until first thing in the morning. Then, Adam walked Amy up to her room. He didn't know where Brock was or what he was up to, but if anything happened to the redhead he would feel extremely guilty. Before he left, he made sure Torrie locked the chain on the door, just in case Brock decided that he wasn't satisfied with her work and came looking for her. When he came back, he told the blonde woman to stay with him overnight. He knew she was rooming alone, and he didn't like the idea of her being by herself at all. Regardless of what happened, he knew she was forced into it and he still considered her a friend. Then, he told her to try and go to bed and that he would sleep on the couch.
"Oh, no. Adam, I don't think I really deserve that right now," she refused, shaking her head.
"Bullshit," he said. "I know you Torrie, and I knew deep down that you would never do something like this to us. I… I guess I knew that all along. I'm sorry he pulled you into this. He's probably pissed off that it's our anniversary so he tried to ruin it. This isn't your fault," he said somberly. Torrie eyed him intently, a little hint of disbelief in her eyes. After all that had just happened… she could have ruined his relationship… he was still being nice to her. He had to be a saint.
"Are you sure?" she asked uneasily. He tried to offer her a small smile, but he failed.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I probably won't sleep much anyway, so the bed won't do me any good," he assured her.
Torrie agreed and about fifteen minutes later, she was in bed and Adam was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling restlessly. That feeling, the one he had gotten a couple nights ago, was coming back. It was a horrible uneasy feeling that almost made him sick. He closed his eyes, silently praying for morning to come so he could get to Britney and make everything go back to normal. For some reason though, he didn't think it was going to be that easy.
THE NEXT MORNINGAdam banged on Chris's door at about 7 the next morning. Torrie, like Amy, had also had a very early flight home, so Adam took her to her room and got her things and then got her cab and sent her off. Now that he knew she was safe on the road, he went up to Chris's room to get Britney. He banged again, louder this time. Finally, the door opened and the blonde man looked up to see an extremely tired looking Chris. Adam immediately thought of Britney and how upset she looked the night before. Chris must have been up all night calming her down.
"Please don't tell me you're tired because you were up all night," Adam said hopefully. Moving back so he could enter the room, Chris looked at Adam funny.
"No… I'm tired because you're banging on my door and it's seven in the morning… I wasn't exactly awake," he replied. Adam didn't know what to make of his statement. Chris's remark was definitely sarcastic, but it wasn't anywhere outside his normal realm of sarcasm. Adam figured if Britney had told him what had happened the night before, Chris would be flipping out on him right now.
"Well?" Chris said, looking as though he were about to pass out from exhaustion. "What do you want?" Adam sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't play dumb Chris, I'm not in the mood. Please, just let me see her… I know she's here," he said. Chris looked at him like he was crazy.
"Adam, I have no idea what you're talking about. And if you're talking about Britney, I haven't seen her since the show last night," Chris swore.
"But I thought she came here last night after…"
"After what?" Chris interrupted. "What happened man? Did you guys fight?" Adam took a deep breath, sitting down across from his fellow Canadian on the couch. He sighed loudly, explaining what had happened the previous night. He told him about Torrie sneaking into bed with him and how Brock threatened her. He told him that Britney came back from Shane's and flipped, but she didn't give either one of them a chance to explain. When he was done, Chris shook his head in amazement.
"Damn… he's a persistent little bastard, I'll give him that," he commented dryly. Adam suddenly sent him a funny look… that feeling was coming back again.
"I-I don't like this man. I could have sworn she would go to you. What if she's with him?" Adam asked suddenly. Chris couldn't help but get a little nervous at the thought. Maybe she *was* with Brock. Still, he tried to remain calm for Adam's sake, as the tall man across from him looked like he was about two seconds away from passing out.
"N-no… she can't be. She wouldn't just… she's probably with someone else. Yeah, that's it… she stayed with someone else. She was probably disoriented, and maybe I just wasn't the first person she thought of to go to," he said, though he didn't sound very sure of himself. Then he got an idea, and suggested to Adam that they call the people Britney was most likely to stay with: Stephanie and Jay, Jeff, and Rob. The two of them got their cell phones out and began making calls.
"Oh God," Adam said a few moments later, color draining from his face. They had talked to Stephanie, Rob, and Jeff, and not one of them had seen Britney since the night before.
"Alright, don't worry, there's a lot of people she could have ran into that she would trust enough for one night. Come on, I'll call the whole damn company if I have to," Chris said, deciding that he was going to have to be the strong one. Adam agreed, and they began making more phone calls.
"This is useless," Adam said, turning his phone off and throwing it onto the table nearby. In the last ten or so minutes, they had called Mark, Stacy, Trish, Terry, Chris Benoit, Lisa and Terri, Kurt, Dwayne, and Rey, and they all had given the same response… no one had seen her. Chris looked over at Adam… he knew he had to do something fast, otherwise Adam would snap.
"Okay, don't panic. There's got to be someone we haven't thought of yet who… Shane! Call Shane, maybe she's with him!" Chris suggested, light bulb suddenly going off in his head. Adam nodded, and he grabbed his phone and flipped it open and called.
"Hello?" a tired sounding voice called.
"Shane, it's Adam. Have you seen Britney?" he asked hopefully.
"What? No, I haven't," Shane replied. Why the hell is he asking me? The dark haired man suddenly panicked. "Why?" Adam sighed and explained the story yet again, giving Shane every detail. This was one of those stories where you just couldn't leave anything out. When he finished, the Canadian waited for him to comment.
"Okay, don't panic just yet. Give me a minute and I'll call you right back," Shane said, hanging up the phone. Adam ended the call as well and placed his phone back on the table in front of him. Chris looked at him expectantly.
"He said he'd call right back," Adam explained, and Chris nodded. Adam had to fight to regulate his breathing. He couldn't control the panic coursing through his body. For all he knew, Britney could be miles away from him by now, trapped somewhere with that monster. All he did know was that something was terribly wrong. When his phone rang again, Adam jumped, grabbing it before it could even ring a second time.
"Yeah?" he said, nearly shaking with anticipation and worry.
"You're in Chris's room right?" Shane asked. Adam raised an eyebrow… he wasn't expecting to be asked that.
"Y-yeah, why?" he said curiously.
"Don't move… I'll be right there. Tell Chris to call my dad, explain what happened and tell him that he's off the show tonight," Shane said, and Adam could tell he was rustling around his room getting ready to leave.
"Shane, what's going on? What happened a few minutes ago?" he asked. There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the line, and Adam prepared himself for the worst.
"I, uh… I just talked to someone at the front desk. They weren't working there last night, but they checked the computer. Brock checked out of the hotel last night… and the doorman saw him carry out a blonde woman… a 'sleeping' blonde woman."
One more update before I leave! I thought this one would be a little shorter, but it actually turned out to be almost the same as the other chapters. LOL, sorry to put the story on hiatus with such a cliffhanger… but maybe that will leave you wondering during the week. LOL, let me know if you liked it!
