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Trish arrived at Raw and Brock was already there. They started talking about how Dave was doing when Trish remembered that Brock had some stories to share with her. So she decided that he hadn't told her the stories that Dave told him while he was on the painkillers.
After the show was over, she went up to Brock, "Hey, wanna ride to the next show together? You could tell me those stories of Dave on painkillers." Trish offered.
"Sure, we can do that. But we have to stop and get something to eat, I'm starving." Brock replied.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you in the parking lot in 10." Trish said.
They wound up meeting up in the parking lot and heading to the nearest restaurant. They were sitting in a small booth and they ordered their food. "So, spill the goods." Trish said with a smile.
Brock and Trish were sitting at the booth together, and they were leaning in very close to each other so no one around would hear them. Stacy and Andrew walked in and Stacy was shocked. It looked like Brock and Trish were together on a date from the body language they were giving off. "You don't think?" Stacy said to Andrew.
"No, Brock is engaged. And I thought that you said Trish was happy with Dave." Andrew reasoned.
"They are. Or at least I thought that they were." Stacy said with a slight frown.
Trish noticed Stacy and Andrew staring at them. She shook her head and looked at Brock, "I hate to interrupt, but I think that Stace is getting the wrong idea. Do you mind if I invite them to sit with us?" Trish asked.
"No, go ahead." Brock replied.
Trish waved them over. "Do you think that she would invite us over if she was cheating on Dave?" Andrew asked.
"Good point, I can be so stupid sometimes." Stacy said with a laugh.
At the end of the week, Trish had heard all of the stories that Dave told Brock, and she was flying to his house to see how he was doing. Her sister had sent some clothes to his house for her so she wouldn't have to fly to Toronto first. It was their 2 month anniversary and she was happy that she could arrive on it. She got there and walked in and Dave was sitting on the couch in the dark. "Hon?"
"Come sit down, I need to talk to you about something." Dave said in a serious tone.
She hung up her coat and went and sat down by him. "What's up?"
He turned on the light and his eyes were all bloodshot. "There's some stuff that I haven't been honest with you about, and I really care about you. And I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot."
Trish moved closer, "You can tell me anything. I don't want you to think that you can't."
Dave got up and started pacing. "Trish, you mean the world to me. And I don't want you to think that I haven't told you this stuff because I don't trust you or anything wacky like that, some of it is because we've never talked about it, and the other is my own stupidity."
"Hon, you can tell me. Go ahead." Trish said concerned. She didn't know what to expect.
"Well, first of all, I don't only have two daughters. I have three daughters."
"Three?" Trish pondered out loud.
"Natalie is my daughter." Dave finally admitted. "I should have said something, and I."
Trish cut him off, "Natalie is YOUR daughter? Why didn't you say something? Isn't she only like 3 months old?"
"Almost 4 months old. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was worried because I know that you said it was a little odd being with someone who has children almost as old as your little sister and I worried." Dave said trying to rub her arm.
Trish took her arm back, "And why does Ashley have her? Who is Natalie from? Do the girls know that she's yours? You still should have told me."
"I know, I'm sorry. Ashley has Natalie because when Cindy told me that she was pregnant and she was going to give her up for adoption I flipped. I didn't know what to do, so I went to Ashley and told her everything and I couldn't bring a newborn on the road with me, she said that she would take care of her until she was old enough for me to take her. So I try to spend as much time with her as I can and I've never heard from Cindy since she delivered her and requested for the baby to go home with me and she didn't want any ties to her."
"Jesus Dave, what were you going to do, bring her home one day and then tell me?"
"No, I just wasn't sure how to tell you, and then I wanted to see where we were in our relationship and I couldn't lie to you. The girls don't talk about Natalie much because they've only seen her a few times. And Angie doesn't handle it very well when she's brought up so the girls normally don't talk about her much."
"What else do you have to tell me?" Trish asked.
"I don't have a squeaky clean past. I.well.I used to drink a lot. I would dabble around with drugs, but I wasn't a drug addict. I would go out drinking with my buddies, and then we would go out and start fights. Well, one night, some friends of mine decided to get some drugs and some alcohol and have some fun. So we all got drunk, and once we were all thoroughly intoxicated, we got high. We then proceeded to go down to the local bar to play some pool. Well, I wound up getting into a fight, and the fight escalated and escalated some more, until I completely lost my temper. Mind you, I had just turned 17 the week prior. I jumped on the guy and started punching him. I just lost it, I kept hitting him and hitting him, and slamming his head into whatever I could find until the police came and broke it up. When I dropped the guy, he collapsed to the ground. They rushed him to the hospital and me to jail. It turned out that I gave the guy a serious head injury, and he was in a coma."
Trish gasped. When he looked at her, he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He felt so bad, but he couldn't keep secrets from her for any longer.
"I had always been a fighter, and I usually won. I had the size, the strength, and I had the martial arts background. Well, while in jail, I passed out and they had to rush me to the hospital and pump my stomach because I had poisoned myself. When I became conscious, I found myself surrounded by police and my mom and dad crying. I was going to be arrested and charged for the assault. The guy almost died, but the doctors were able to save his life. I was in jail for 2 years. I straightened myself up, got my diploma, got out and decided it was time to reinvent myself. I started working towards becoming a wrestler, and that's when I met Angie, and you know most of that."
Trish was in another world. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She never, ever saw it coming. She started to open her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She got up and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Trish, I'm sorry that I wasn't completely honest with you in the beginning. I was scared to tell you. I didn't know what you would think, or what you would think of me. I didn't want you to be scared of me. Hardly anybody knows about my past, I've always been very private."
Trish looked him in the eyes, "Dave, I'm not scared of you. I'm shocked, and I wished you had been honest with me about Natalie, but I don't hate you. I just.don't know what to say right now, I need to let all of my thoughts settle. Can you give me a couple minutes?"
Dave nodded, "Yeah, not a problem."
**Well, he told her. But now, what is she thinking of him? Will she still want to be there for him, or will this scare her away? I'll update soon, promise! Please read and review!! Thanks!!**
Trish arrived at Raw and Brock was already there. They started talking about how Dave was doing when Trish remembered that Brock had some stories to share with her. So she decided that he hadn't told her the stories that Dave told him while he was on the painkillers.
After the show was over, she went up to Brock, "Hey, wanna ride to the next show together? You could tell me those stories of Dave on painkillers." Trish offered.
"Sure, we can do that. But we have to stop and get something to eat, I'm starving." Brock replied.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you in the parking lot in 10." Trish said.
They wound up meeting up in the parking lot and heading to the nearest restaurant. They were sitting in a small booth and they ordered their food. "So, spill the goods." Trish said with a smile.
Brock and Trish were sitting at the booth together, and they were leaning in very close to each other so no one around would hear them. Stacy and Andrew walked in and Stacy was shocked. It looked like Brock and Trish were together on a date from the body language they were giving off. "You don't think?" Stacy said to Andrew.
"No, Brock is engaged. And I thought that you said Trish was happy with Dave." Andrew reasoned.
"They are. Or at least I thought that they were." Stacy said with a slight frown.
Trish noticed Stacy and Andrew staring at them. She shook her head and looked at Brock, "I hate to interrupt, but I think that Stace is getting the wrong idea. Do you mind if I invite them to sit with us?" Trish asked.
"No, go ahead." Brock replied.
Trish waved them over. "Do you think that she would invite us over if she was cheating on Dave?" Andrew asked.
"Good point, I can be so stupid sometimes." Stacy said with a laugh.
At the end of the week, Trish had heard all of the stories that Dave told Brock, and she was flying to his house to see how he was doing. Her sister had sent some clothes to his house for her so she wouldn't have to fly to Toronto first. It was their 2 month anniversary and she was happy that she could arrive on it. She got there and walked in and Dave was sitting on the couch in the dark. "Hon?"
"Come sit down, I need to talk to you about something." Dave said in a serious tone.
She hung up her coat and went and sat down by him. "What's up?"
He turned on the light and his eyes were all bloodshot. "There's some stuff that I haven't been honest with you about, and I really care about you. And I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot."
Trish moved closer, "You can tell me anything. I don't want you to think that you can't."
Dave got up and started pacing. "Trish, you mean the world to me. And I don't want you to think that I haven't told you this stuff because I don't trust you or anything wacky like that, some of it is because we've never talked about it, and the other is my own stupidity."
"Hon, you can tell me. Go ahead." Trish said concerned. She didn't know what to expect.
"Well, first of all, I don't only have two daughters. I have three daughters."
"Three?" Trish pondered out loud.
"Natalie is my daughter." Dave finally admitted. "I should have said something, and I."
Trish cut him off, "Natalie is YOUR daughter? Why didn't you say something? Isn't she only like 3 months old?"
"Almost 4 months old. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was worried because I know that you said it was a little odd being with someone who has children almost as old as your little sister and I worried." Dave said trying to rub her arm.
Trish took her arm back, "And why does Ashley have her? Who is Natalie from? Do the girls know that she's yours? You still should have told me."
"I know, I'm sorry. Ashley has Natalie because when Cindy told me that she was pregnant and she was going to give her up for adoption I flipped. I didn't know what to do, so I went to Ashley and told her everything and I couldn't bring a newborn on the road with me, she said that she would take care of her until she was old enough for me to take her. So I try to spend as much time with her as I can and I've never heard from Cindy since she delivered her and requested for the baby to go home with me and she didn't want any ties to her."
"Jesus Dave, what were you going to do, bring her home one day and then tell me?"
"No, I just wasn't sure how to tell you, and then I wanted to see where we were in our relationship and I couldn't lie to you. The girls don't talk about Natalie much because they've only seen her a few times. And Angie doesn't handle it very well when she's brought up so the girls normally don't talk about her much."
"What else do you have to tell me?" Trish asked.
"I don't have a squeaky clean past. I.well.I used to drink a lot. I would dabble around with drugs, but I wasn't a drug addict. I would go out drinking with my buddies, and then we would go out and start fights. Well, one night, some friends of mine decided to get some drugs and some alcohol and have some fun. So we all got drunk, and once we were all thoroughly intoxicated, we got high. We then proceeded to go down to the local bar to play some pool. Well, I wound up getting into a fight, and the fight escalated and escalated some more, until I completely lost my temper. Mind you, I had just turned 17 the week prior. I jumped on the guy and started punching him. I just lost it, I kept hitting him and hitting him, and slamming his head into whatever I could find until the police came and broke it up. When I dropped the guy, he collapsed to the ground. They rushed him to the hospital and me to jail. It turned out that I gave the guy a serious head injury, and he was in a coma."
Trish gasped. When he looked at her, he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He felt so bad, but he couldn't keep secrets from her for any longer.
"I had always been a fighter, and I usually won. I had the size, the strength, and I had the martial arts background. Well, while in jail, I passed out and they had to rush me to the hospital and pump my stomach because I had poisoned myself. When I became conscious, I found myself surrounded by police and my mom and dad crying. I was going to be arrested and charged for the assault. The guy almost died, but the doctors were able to save his life. I was in jail for 2 years. I straightened myself up, got my diploma, got out and decided it was time to reinvent myself. I started working towards becoming a wrestler, and that's when I met Angie, and you know most of that."
Trish was in another world. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She never, ever saw it coming. She started to open her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She got up and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Trish, I'm sorry that I wasn't completely honest with you in the beginning. I was scared to tell you. I didn't know what you would think, or what you would think of me. I didn't want you to be scared of me. Hardly anybody knows about my past, I've always been very private."
Trish looked him in the eyes, "Dave, I'm not scared of you. I'm shocked, and I wished you had been honest with me about Natalie, but I don't hate you. I just.don't know what to say right now, I need to let all of my thoughts settle. Can you give me a couple minutes?"
Dave nodded, "Yeah, not a problem."
**Well, he told her. But now, what is she thinking of him? Will she still want to be there for him, or will this scare her away? I'll update soon, promise! Please read and review!! Thanks!!**