PART 55

LATER THAT NIGHT

Britney laid on the bed in the hotel, morosely flipping through the television channels.  She was glad that the day was finally over.  While it felt good to finally be out of the hospital, she almost wished she could go back.  That way, she wouldn't have had to go to Raw and face everyone.  News of what had happened to her and Shane spread like wildfire.  Nearly everyone knew that Shane had been shot and that she had lost her baby.  As she walked through the halls with Adam, Jay, and Chris, she couldn't help but notice all the sympathetic glances she was getting from her coworkers.  As much as she was glad that they were all being so supportive, she didn't want sympathy… she wanted to forget.  She wanted to forget and move on.  She couldn't count how many times people had come to her over the course of the day and said 'I'm sorry,' it happened that many times.  The young woman could also see the toll all the sympathy was taking on her boyfriend, and that only made her feel worse.  He didn't want to be there any more than she did, but he had to… he had a match, and he couldn't just not wrestle after being advertised on the card for over a month.  So, he went out, wrestled his match, got changed, and the two of them headed back to the hotel.  Vince told them they could have the rest of the week off, to go home and just be together alone for a little while.  He advised them to unplug their phone and turn their cells off… otherwise they'd be swarmed with sympathy calls.  Britney thought her uncle was being unusually sweet to them.  But considering what happened, Vince had a tendency to do a 180 when you were hurting.

"Hi," a voice called into the room, causing Britney to lose her thought.  Looking up, she saw Adam standing at the foot of the bed.

"Hi," she said quietly, watching as he slowly came over and sat down next to her.  He faced her and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but no words came out.  He had been at a loss for words for the past three days.  The Canadian wanted to talk to his girlfriend, and he wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he could think of nothing.

"I, uh…"

"You don't have to say anything Adam," she said, offering him a tiny smile as she put a finger to his lips.  He shook his head in amazement as he stared at her.  She was being amazingly strong, when she had to be dying inside.  He didn't understand how she could do it.  Putting his arm around her, he pulled her close, savoring the feeling of her being in his arms again.

"How do you do that?" he asked in awe.  Raising an eyebrow, she shifted in his arms so that she could look up at him.

"How do I do what?" she asked, not really sure of what he meant.

"I mean, how can you be so strong after all this?  If I were you, I would be dying," he said, cursing himself for his word choice.  He probably could have worded it better, but then again he was struggling to get words out of his mouth period.  Shaking her head, Britney looked away for a moment before bringing her gaze back up and looking into his eyes.

"I am Adam," she said, her words chilling him.  "But I know that wallowing isn't going to get me anywhere.  I'm just going to try and move on… it's all we can do."  He nodded as he held her against him… she was right.

"I love you," he said out of the blue, staring deeply into her eyes.  She gave him a soft smile.

"I love you too, Adam," she replied, closing her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her.  "Let's just not worry about anything right now.  Maybe if we don't think of it, it'll just disappear," she suggested.  If only it were that easy, Adam thought.  Still, if that was what she wanted to do, he was certainly willing to do it.

"Okay," he agreed, taking the remote from her hand and changing the channel.  He aimlessly flipped through, until something caught his attention.  It was a news broadcast, and in the corner of the screen next to the anchorwoman there was a picture of Paul Levesque.  He placed the remote down as he and Britney's ears perked up, wondering what the piece was going to be about.

"This man was arrested today in a small town outside of Greenwhich.  Some of you may recognize this man as Triple H, the WWE wrestler.  Triple H, who's real name is Paul Levesque, was captured today outside of Kennedy Memorial Hospital on the charge of rape against the World Wrestling Entertainment Chairman Vince McMahon's daughter, Stephanie.  Mr. McMahon himself called the police after his daughter, who spotted Levesque inside the hospital.  He is now in custody.  Still on the run though, is this man, Brock Lesnar.  He is wanted for kidnapping of his ex-girlfriend, assault, and the murder of two local police officers.  Anyone who has any information, please call the authorities."

Switching the TV off, Adam felt his eyes widen.  Kennedy Hospital… that was the hospital that they were at that weekend.  Turning slightly, he looked over at Britney, whose gaze was focused on the bedspread.  Placing his hand under her cheek, he tilted her head up so she was looking at him.

"You knew he was there, didn't you?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.  She lowered her eyes for a minute, wishing she had told him earlier.

"I, uh… yeah.  I didn't see him, but Steph told us," she said quietly.  Shaking his head, Adam continued to hold his gaze on her.  He wished he had known Levesque was there… he would have liked a shot or two at the bastard.

"And that's where Jay and Chris ran off to?" he asked rhetorically.  When she nodded her response, he continued.  "Why didn't you tell me?"  Britney winced at the hurt look in his eyes.

"Adam, I didn't want you and Shane going out there.  I knew Shane was hurt and you… well, let's face it, neither of us are mentally where we should be… I didn't want either of you to get hurt," she explained.  Adam nodded… she was right.  Both he and Shane would have wanted to go out and beat the shit out of Paul, and considering Shane was injured and Adam was just plain messed up, it wouldn't have been a good idea.

"You're right," he said.  "Now I just hope they find Brock soon."  Britney sighed, moving in closer to him and placing her head on his collarbone.

"I hope so too."

TWO DAYS LATER

Brock Lesnar drove along the road in a rental car.  He made sure he only drove in the middle of the night, but he added tinted windows in too just in case.  He glanced over at the map he had in the console, trying to figure out where he could run to next.  He had heard on the radio a couple days ago that Paul had been caught and arrested.  For the first time since the whole project had started, Brock was alone.  Paul was on his way to jail, and Heyman was no help at all.

"Stupid pussy," Brock muttered as he steered his car along the empty highway.  He couldn't believe that Heyman would bail on him like he did.  He thought back to the conversation he'd had with his former agent just yesterday.

"Paul, it's Brock.  Listen, I need you to do me a huge favor," Brock said into his cell phone, driving down the road at a speed that was at least 20 miles-per-hour past the limit.  He thought he might have been spotted when he was getting gas a little earlier.  He had to get out of this town, and he needed a place to stay that was nowhere in the area.  He wanted to find out where Heyman was so he could go stay with him and not have to buy a hotel room or anything.

"Uh… you know Brock, I've been meaning to talk to you about this situation," Heyman said, hesitantly at first.  Brock didn't like the tone of his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, maybe it would be best if… well, if we went our separate ways," Paul said carefully, hoping Brock wouldn't take this the wrong way.

"What?" Lesnar said, daring him to repeat.  He could hear Heyman sigh loudly on the other end.

"Look, Brock, when I got involved with you, I didn't expect it to go this far.  I thought we'd psyche them out, maybe rough them up a bit… you know, mess with them.  I didn't know you had plans of doing all this," he explained.  Brock could feel himself growing very angry.  Paul was trying to bail out on him, and he wouldn't stand for it.

"Paul, I NEED your help!  I'm in the middle of some goddamn road, looking for a place to stay.  I need you to let me stay with you, just until I get my shit together," he said.  From his hotel room, Paul shook his head.

"No Brock, I'm not getting arrested for hiding you," he said sternly.

"You WON'T get arrested!  Look, you say you didn't expect it to go this far, well I didn't either!  I didn't think the cops would have found anything out!"

"Then you shouldn't have KILLED two of them!  You're a murderer now Brock… I'm not going to be associated with you in any way," Paul replied.

"Damn it Paul, you are NOT turning your back on me… not now!  I need your help.  Look, just this one time, okay?  Then I swear, you'll never hear from me… hello?  Hello?" he called, not hearing anything on the other line.  He then realized that he didn't hear anything on the other line because there was no one *on* the other line.  That bastard had hung up on him!  Brock turned his phone off and threw it into the passenger seat, groaning loudly.

Brock clenched the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.  He still couldn't believe that Paul Heyman had the nerve to desert him now, at a time he needed him more than ever.  He felt the strongest urge to punch something, so he did… the window.

"Damn it!  Mother fucker…" Brock groaned, spitting a string of curses.  That had hurt… him and his damn temper problem.  He shook it off and continued driving.  It wasn't like he could go to a hospital and get it checked out.

As he drove along the road, he glanced over at the clock, which read 4:05.  What a way to be living… fleeing from the police, and driving down an empty road at four in the morning with a bloody hand.  Who the hell am I kidding?  This is no way to live.  He looked over at the passenger seat… it was empty, just like the rest of his life was going to be.  Sighing loudly, he tiredly rubbed at his eyes.  He was going to be alone… alone and on the run for the rest of his life.

"I really fucked up."

Almost done!  I realized today that I really don't have that much left planned for this story.  We're almost at the end.  I want to thank everyone again!!!!  I'm glad you're enjoying it!