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They arrived at the hospital and Trish filled out the forms and sat in the waiting room with the girls. About 20 minutes later they called her in and performed the x-rays.
Trish came out with her face bandaged and her wrist in a sling. Her bruises were more prominent than ever. She walked out of the room with such a defeated look, it made Steph and Nidia just want to give her a big hug. "Hey guys, Steph, I'm not going to be able to wrestle for a little while." Trish said with her voice quivering, "I have a fractured orbital bone," Trish said pointing to the bone under her eye, "And a badly sprained wrist." She finished trying not to cry.
Nidia and Steph both reached out and held her, "I'm so sorry Trish. Why don't we go and get your things, and we'll get you on a flight home."
"No, I promised you guys lunch for bringing me here, so we'll go get lunch and then I'll worry about getting home." Trish answered.
"We don't need lunch for bringing you here, we're your friends, that's what we're here for. Let's get you back to the hotel." Steph reassured her.
"If you insist, I'm not in the fighting mood." Trish said with a slight smile.
The girls laughed a little, and they hopped in the car. On the way back to the hotel, they almost passed a Starbucks Coffee shop. "Girls, let's stop and get coffee, it's going to be a long day." Trish said.
They ran in and grabbed coffee and headed to the hotel.
Brock knocked on the door to his room and Dave answered it, "Hey." Brock said to him as he walked in.
"Did you get everything worked out?" Dave asked.
"The new stuff yeah, but not everything. Have you heard anything about Trish yet?" Brock replied.
Dave shook his head, "No, not yet. Did she take it well?"
Brock shook his head, "No she didn't, but now she's ok. Probably a little nervous about other women for awhile, but nothing that I can't fix."
Dave nodded, "I don't think she'll ever look at me again. I can't believe I let myself get so out of hand. I just got so worked up and didn't think straight."
"It happens. I broke a guy's jaw in 4 places because I thought he was hitting on Nicole. It turns out they were just old friends and hadn't seen each other in a long time. She was pretty pissed and we didn't speak for awhile but now we're ok." Brock replied. "Just make sure you give her her space if she asks for it."
Dave nodded in agreement.
The girls arrived at the hotel and Trish got out of the car and took a deep breath, "guys I have to do this on my own. Thanks for all of your help today."
They both nodded and gave her a hug. "Remember, if you need anything, let us know." Steph reassured her.
Trish gave a half smile, "thanks again." And she turned and walked up the stairs to Brock's room. She took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.
Brock answered and couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Are you alright?"
"Why don't I come in out of the hall and explain." Trish said quietly.
He opened the door and she seen that Dave was sitting in there. He couldn't believe his eyes. The bruises had really started to form, and she had a huge bandage on her face and then her arm was in a sling. He knew it was all his fault, he looked down trying not to cry."
She walked in and started trying to pack her stuff one-handed. "I can't wrestle for awhile, so I'm heading home." Trish said not looking at either of the guys. She could feel them looking at her.
"Trish, I'm so sorry." Dave started to say when Trish spun around furiously.
"Right now do me a favor and don't talk to me. I need to sort some things out and I'm not very stable right now, and I can't even do most things by myself, I have more bruises from this morning than I do from my HARDCORE match with Victoria and Jazz last night." Trish said shaking and crying at the same time. "You are supposed to trust me, that's what a relationship is is trust. I know that it seemed bad, and I'm sure you heard rumors, but you didn't even give me a chance to explain. Yes I probably should have called you and told you, but I figured I could tell you when I got home and it wouldn't have been a problem. I have a badly sprained wrist, a fractured orbital bone, and I have a killer headache that won't go away. I'm shaken up, I just want to go home."
"Trish wait, can we please just go somewhere and talk? Brock told me all about it, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Dave pleaded.
"Dave," Trish said with tears streaming down her face, "I'm scared right now. I was scared before, and I didn't have a chance to talk to you about why, and this didn't help. Lately I've been seeing a different side of you that I'm not used to. I really think that right now I need a little time, and we'll sit down and we'll talk. But right now I need me time." Trish said crying.
Brock knew what she was talking about, "Look, I'm going to head out for awhile, stay here as long as you need." He said with a wave and bowed out.
"What do you mean?" Dave asked. He had no clue what she was talking about.
Trish sighed, she didn't want to do this now. Not in a hotel, not when her head hurt so bad. "The night in the limo."
"I thought you had a good time." Dave started to say when Trish interrupted him. She sat down by him. "Dave, do you remember what we did in the limo?"
"Yeah, how could I forget?" Dave said to her.
"Dave, you threw me around, pulled my hair, you were so rough and forceful, I hate to say it but I felt like I was being raped more than I was making love to you." Trish said to him.
Dave was stunned, he looked at her, "But you liked it. You were moaning."
Trish cut him off, "Dave I was crying. I was moaning because it hurt. You never even noticed me crying."
"I guess I was caught up in the moment. I've always been that way in bed. When you and I were first sleeping together, my arm hurt too bad to be as rough as I liked, so I didn't perform normally." Dave said to her.
"I'm not that way in bed. I like to be snuggled and loved, and I'm all for different positions, but I'm not into submission." Trish said to him.
"Trish, you know that I didn't mean to hit you right? I thought you were Brock and I was so furious.." Dave started to say to her when she cut him off.
"First of all, why are you changing the subject? Second of all, what about the wall incident? I know that you were doing it in self-defense because I was going to slap you for calling me a tramp but when I told you that it hurt, you didn't stop, you twisted harder. The only thing that got you to release me was Brock." Trish said to him.
"I figured we were done with the sex issue, and I wasn't thinking straight. I never should have pinned you to the wall. I should have let go, I was letting my anger do my thinking." Dave said to her.
"And how often does that happen? Honestly, did you ever hit Angie?" Trish asked.
Dave shut up real quick. No one knew about their explosive past. "Umm..." He said and looked down to the ground.
Trish let out a frustrated scream, "More secrets? How often did you hit her? Is this part of the dark side she warned me about?"
Dave took a deep breath, "See, when Angie and I used to fight, it would get heated from time to time. She knows that I've always been a guy who has liked things rough whether it be sex or what not. She was probably trying to tell you about that in that way. Yes I used to hit Angie, not often, but I can't deny that it didn't happen."
Trish shook her head, "Dave, I.I don't know.I think right now it's best if we both take a few days to breathe and figure stuff out in our head. I mean what if you and I were to get into a heated fight in front of Natalie or Aly? And I'm sorry, but I'm not living my life as a battered woman, I'll be damned if I go through that again." She let slip out. She quickly turned and went to grab her stuff.
Dave got up and walked over to her, "Wait a minute, what do you mean again?'
"Nothing, never mind, I'm just going to head out." Trish said trying to get around him.
"No, Trish, please talk to me about this." Dave pleaded with her. "I love you, I don't want to leave like this."
"Look, I was in a bad relationship a few years back, everytime I left, he would track me down and beat me worse. The way that I got away was that he found me after I left him, beat me unconscious and I happened to live near a cop who was coming home as he was running out and he left my apartment door open and she seen me laying there. She knew my situation and I had given her a picture of him. I'm not going through that again." Trish said shaking. "I was with him for 3 years because I couldn't get away from him. Restraining orders didn't work because no one could prove he violated it."
"Trish, I'm so sorry. Listen, I'm not like that, I didn't mean to hurt you." Dave said rubbing her shoulder.
"And if you loved me, then why wouldn't you talk to me about something that is bothering you then letting your friends get you all riled up? I know that I made a bad decision, and I don't deny that, but it was purely innocent. He was trying to look out for me." Trish said to him with tears in her eyes.
Dave didn't know what to say, he tried to hold her, but she got up. "Look, I've gotta go, I'll call you."
"Trish, could you at least recommend a hotel for me, I have my rehab up there." Dave asked her.
Trish looked at him, "You go to my house, I'll go mom's or something, don't leave, I'll call you. I just need a day or so to think. I'm sorry, but I have to."
Dave nodded. He knew that he had really blown it. He let her by. She took her bags and headed downstairs.
**Alright, I did it!! Here's a chapter to get you through the weekend. I hope that everyone is still enjoying the story. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please feel free to let me know! Please continue to read and review!**
They arrived at the hospital and Trish filled out the forms and sat in the waiting room with the girls. About 20 minutes later they called her in and performed the x-rays.
Trish came out with her face bandaged and her wrist in a sling. Her bruises were more prominent than ever. She walked out of the room with such a defeated look, it made Steph and Nidia just want to give her a big hug. "Hey guys, Steph, I'm not going to be able to wrestle for a little while." Trish said with her voice quivering, "I have a fractured orbital bone," Trish said pointing to the bone under her eye, "And a badly sprained wrist." She finished trying not to cry.
Nidia and Steph both reached out and held her, "I'm so sorry Trish. Why don't we go and get your things, and we'll get you on a flight home."
"No, I promised you guys lunch for bringing me here, so we'll go get lunch and then I'll worry about getting home." Trish answered.
"We don't need lunch for bringing you here, we're your friends, that's what we're here for. Let's get you back to the hotel." Steph reassured her.
"If you insist, I'm not in the fighting mood." Trish said with a slight smile.
The girls laughed a little, and they hopped in the car. On the way back to the hotel, they almost passed a Starbucks Coffee shop. "Girls, let's stop and get coffee, it's going to be a long day." Trish said.
They ran in and grabbed coffee and headed to the hotel.
Brock knocked on the door to his room and Dave answered it, "Hey." Brock said to him as he walked in.
"Did you get everything worked out?" Dave asked.
"The new stuff yeah, but not everything. Have you heard anything about Trish yet?" Brock replied.
Dave shook his head, "No, not yet. Did she take it well?"
Brock shook his head, "No she didn't, but now she's ok. Probably a little nervous about other women for awhile, but nothing that I can't fix."
Dave nodded, "I don't think she'll ever look at me again. I can't believe I let myself get so out of hand. I just got so worked up and didn't think straight."
"It happens. I broke a guy's jaw in 4 places because I thought he was hitting on Nicole. It turns out they were just old friends and hadn't seen each other in a long time. She was pretty pissed and we didn't speak for awhile but now we're ok." Brock replied. "Just make sure you give her her space if she asks for it."
Dave nodded in agreement.
The girls arrived at the hotel and Trish got out of the car and took a deep breath, "guys I have to do this on my own. Thanks for all of your help today."
They both nodded and gave her a hug. "Remember, if you need anything, let us know." Steph reassured her.
Trish gave a half smile, "thanks again." And she turned and walked up the stairs to Brock's room. She took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.
Brock answered and couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Are you alright?"
"Why don't I come in out of the hall and explain." Trish said quietly.
He opened the door and she seen that Dave was sitting in there. He couldn't believe his eyes. The bruises had really started to form, and she had a huge bandage on her face and then her arm was in a sling. He knew it was all his fault, he looked down trying not to cry."
She walked in and started trying to pack her stuff one-handed. "I can't wrestle for awhile, so I'm heading home." Trish said not looking at either of the guys. She could feel them looking at her.
"Trish, I'm so sorry." Dave started to say when Trish spun around furiously.
"Right now do me a favor and don't talk to me. I need to sort some things out and I'm not very stable right now, and I can't even do most things by myself, I have more bruises from this morning than I do from my HARDCORE match with Victoria and Jazz last night." Trish said shaking and crying at the same time. "You are supposed to trust me, that's what a relationship is is trust. I know that it seemed bad, and I'm sure you heard rumors, but you didn't even give me a chance to explain. Yes I probably should have called you and told you, but I figured I could tell you when I got home and it wouldn't have been a problem. I have a badly sprained wrist, a fractured orbital bone, and I have a killer headache that won't go away. I'm shaken up, I just want to go home."
"Trish wait, can we please just go somewhere and talk? Brock told me all about it, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Dave pleaded.
"Dave," Trish said with tears streaming down her face, "I'm scared right now. I was scared before, and I didn't have a chance to talk to you about why, and this didn't help. Lately I've been seeing a different side of you that I'm not used to. I really think that right now I need a little time, and we'll sit down and we'll talk. But right now I need me time." Trish said crying.
Brock knew what she was talking about, "Look, I'm going to head out for awhile, stay here as long as you need." He said with a wave and bowed out.
"What do you mean?" Dave asked. He had no clue what she was talking about.
Trish sighed, she didn't want to do this now. Not in a hotel, not when her head hurt so bad. "The night in the limo."
"I thought you had a good time." Dave started to say when Trish interrupted him. She sat down by him. "Dave, do you remember what we did in the limo?"
"Yeah, how could I forget?" Dave said to her.
"Dave, you threw me around, pulled my hair, you were so rough and forceful, I hate to say it but I felt like I was being raped more than I was making love to you." Trish said to him.
Dave was stunned, he looked at her, "But you liked it. You were moaning."
Trish cut him off, "Dave I was crying. I was moaning because it hurt. You never even noticed me crying."
"I guess I was caught up in the moment. I've always been that way in bed. When you and I were first sleeping together, my arm hurt too bad to be as rough as I liked, so I didn't perform normally." Dave said to her.
"I'm not that way in bed. I like to be snuggled and loved, and I'm all for different positions, but I'm not into submission." Trish said to him.
"Trish, you know that I didn't mean to hit you right? I thought you were Brock and I was so furious.." Dave started to say to her when she cut him off.
"First of all, why are you changing the subject? Second of all, what about the wall incident? I know that you were doing it in self-defense because I was going to slap you for calling me a tramp but when I told you that it hurt, you didn't stop, you twisted harder. The only thing that got you to release me was Brock." Trish said to him.
"I figured we were done with the sex issue, and I wasn't thinking straight. I never should have pinned you to the wall. I should have let go, I was letting my anger do my thinking." Dave said to her.
"And how often does that happen? Honestly, did you ever hit Angie?" Trish asked.
Dave shut up real quick. No one knew about their explosive past. "Umm..." He said and looked down to the ground.
Trish let out a frustrated scream, "More secrets? How often did you hit her? Is this part of the dark side she warned me about?"
Dave took a deep breath, "See, when Angie and I used to fight, it would get heated from time to time. She knows that I've always been a guy who has liked things rough whether it be sex or what not. She was probably trying to tell you about that in that way. Yes I used to hit Angie, not often, but I can't deny that it didn't happen."
Trish shook her head, "Dave, I.I don't know.I think right now it's best if we both take a few days to breathe and figure stuff out in our head. I mean what if you and I were to get into a heated fight in front of Natalie or Aly? And I'm sorry, but I'm not living my life as a battered woman, I'll be damned if I go through that again." She let slip out. She quickly turned and went to grab her stuff.
Dave got up and walked over to her, "Wait a minute, what do you mean again?'
"Nothing, never mind, I'm just going to head out." Trish said trying to get around him.
"No, Trish, please talk to me about this." Dave pleaded with her. "I love you, I don't want to leave like this."
"Look, I was in a bad relationship a few years back, everytime I left, he would track me down and beat me worse. The way that I got away was that he found me after I left him, beat me unconscious and I happened to live near a cop who was coming home as he was running out and he left my apartment door open and she seen me laying there. She knew my situation and I had given her a picture of him. I'm not going through that again." Trish said shaking. "I was with him for 3 years because I couldn't get away from him. Restraining orders didn't work because no one could prove he violated it."
"Trish, I'm so sorry. Listen, I'm not like that, I didn't mean to hurt you." Dave said rubbing her shoulder.
"And if you loved me, then why wouldn't you talk to me about something that is bothering you then letting your friends get you all riled up? I know that I made a bad decision, and I don't deny that, but it was purely innocent. He was trying to look out for me." Trish said to him with tears in her eyes.
Dave didn't know what to say, he tried to hold her, but she got up. "Look, I've gotta go, I'll call you."
"Trish, could you at least recommend a hotel for me, I have my rehab up there." Dave asked her.
Trish looked at him, "You go to my house, I'll go mom's or something, don't leave, I'll call you. I just need a day or so to think. I'm sorry, but I have to."
Dave nodded. He knew that he had really blown it. He let her by. She took her bags and headed downstairs.
**Alright, I did it!! Here's a chapter to get you through the weekend. I hope that everyone is still enjoying the story. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please feel free to let me know! Please continue to read and review!**