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The next day, Trish woke up to the sun shining in through her window. She squinted and rolled to pull the blinds shut. She was a little stiff, but she didn't feel as bad as she thought she would. She thought for sure that she would wake up with a killer headache. All night she dreamt. She had dreams about Dave and the kids and then she had a dream about Brock.
Trish threw the covers aside and decided that it was time to start her day. She slowly removed the bandage from her face and she unwrapped her wrist. She looked up into the mirror and gasped. The bruises were starting to turn that purple/yellowish color so it looked really bad. "I wonder if I could use make-up to cover these up now?" She thought to herself. She hopped in the shower and just sat there under the water.
She finished, dried herself off, she picked out a halter-top and some shorts. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and put on a baseball hat and decided it was time to start her day. She grabbed her purse and headed out. She stopped at her favorite coffee shop, she went down to the tanning salon, but all she could think of was Dave. Just as she was going to run to the video store, her cell phone rang. She looked and it was Brock. "Hello!?"
"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" Brock said to her in a smooth voice.
Trish chuckled, "Spending a day alone. What are you doing?"
"Headed home. I took your advice and I have a great evening planned. And if we can't work things out from there, then I guess it's in fate's hands. But I really thought about what you were saying, and it hit home."
"Well I wish you good luck. Nicole's a lucky woman and hopefully she'll realize it now before it's too late." Trish said to him with sincerity.
"How are you doin'? I was thinking about you last night, and I tried to call and check on you, but you didn't answer." Brock asked.
"You know, it hurts. I knew I loved Dave, but I never realized how much until this happened. But we talked in your room, and I broke down and told him about how he scared me in the limo and I told him about Peter and our explosive past and that I needed some time to sort everything out."
"So you finally told him about Peter huh? I told you that that is something that he needs to know about." Brock piped up.
"Yeah, yeah I know, but I didn't know how to bring it up because he had never scared me before." Trish said to him. "But it's killing me. I miss him, I just want to go to the house and tell him that I love him and I want to make this work, but he has to want to make it work too. I mean, will he be willing to compromise on some things and overcome others to make us work?"
"If he loves you the way he says he does then he will. I mean, he would be losing an incredible woman if he didn't."
"Thanks Brock, I really appreciate that. I've decided to make today me day. I'm going to do things for me, and tonight I'm going to decide on exactly what I'm going to do."
"That sounds like a great idea. If you need anything, let me know." Brock offered.
"Thanks Brock, but you need to concentrate on Nicole's night. Let me know how everything goes. Does she know that you guys have big plans tonight?"
"Nope, I'm going to tell her once I'm in town." Brock said happily. "I'm going to let you go, but I'm glad that you're holding up ok."
"Yeah I am. We Stratigias women are made strong." Trish said with a laugh.
"Alright sweetie, I'll talk to ya tomorrow."
"Alright, good luck!" Trish said happily and hung up. She was so happy that he was giving him and Nicole the chance to work. All of a sudden she realized, she didn't want to be with Brock, she was happy for him and Nicole, not him and her. "Mom was wrong. I don't want a relationship with Brock." Trish said out loud. She went to another coffee shop and bought a coffee and a tablet with a pen. She went and sat down and started writing her thoughts down. She looked down and smiled, "Yes, that's what I'll do."
Dave took a long hot shower, he couldn't believe what he had done. "What am I going to do now?" He thought to himself. He couldn't believe that he had gotten so drunk and did that. He dried himself off and put on a pair of windpants and a tank top. Today was his first day of rehab with the new therapist. He didn't know how well she would work out. All he knew is that he had to figure out how he could win Trish's love and trust back, but it was really hard when he had just slept with her sister.
He went downstairs and Aly was sitting at the table with Melissa and they were taking turns feeding Natalie her breakfast. "Hey dad!" Aly said with an enthusiastic smile.
He leaned down and kissed top of her head. "Have you eaten yet?"
"Yeah, I had some toast. Can I go to Terri's with Melissa tonight?" She asked.
"Who's Terri?" Dave asked.
"She's a friend of mine. She was at Aly's birthday party. She's having a facial party tonight." Melissa piped up looking up at Dave.
"We'll see, I'm not sure what all is going on tonight." Dave said rubbing his forehead.
"Dad, it's so cool that Melissa and I are only two years apart. She's helped to introduce me to lots of people up here." Aly said getting up. "I'm going to go and get dressed." And she ran upstairs.
"Morning," Melissa said to him getting up to rinse out Natalie's cereal bowl. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast before you go?" Melissa offered.
"No thanks, actually, we need to talk." Dave said sitting down.
Melissa took a deep breath, she couldn't believe what she had done the night before, and she had been hoping that he wouldn't want to talk about it. "Alright, what's up?" She said sitting down.
"Melissa, let's go outside, I don't need Aly's over-active ears hearing this." Dave said standing up and walking out the back door.
Melissa picked Nattie up and put her in her playpen. She walked outside pulling her hair up. "Ok, Natalie's in her playpen, and Aly's not downstairs."
"Melissa, last night something happened between us, and I think, I hope that we both know that it shouldn't have happened." Dave started slowly.
Melissa nodded, "Dave I'm so sorry to put you in the position that I did. You're right, it shouldn't have happened. I lost control and I'm sorry."
"Well, at least we're both understanding that it shouldn't have happened. Now I don't want there to be anything weird between us, we can still be friends, we just have to be careful." Dave said to her.
"Which one of us is going to tell Trish?" Melissa asked slowly.
"First of all, I would be the one to tell Trish, I'm just not quite sure how I'm going to yet." Dave said quickly.
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her. I mean, if we're the only two who know, then we'd be the only two who could tell her and if we're in agreement, then she wouldn't know and you guys can get on with your lives." Melissa offered.
"Tell me something, are you and Aly really only two years apart?" Dave asked in an unbelieving tone.
Melissa put her head down, "Yeah, I'm 17. But I'll be 18 in a few months. And I have to tell you something that you're not going to like."
"What's that?" Dave said looking at her.
"Melissa heard us last night. She doesn't know it was me, but she told me that you were with someone, but that it wasn't Trish, and she wanted to know what that meant regarding you and Trish's status."
Dave nodded, "Yeah I know, she brought it up to me because at first she thought that it was Trish."
"Dave, I'm so sorry." Melissa said, "And I hope that you don't hate me."
"Melissa, I was involved too, no I don't hate you. And I don't know what's going to happen yet. But I've got to get going, I'll be back after rehab."
Dave turned and left. He got in the car and shook his head. "Great, not only have I slept with my girlfriend's sister, but her underage sister." He muttered as he backed out of the driveway and headed to rehab.
Trish left the coffee shop with a smile. She knew exactly how she was going to approach Dave. She walked down the street with a smile, she felt confident and had decided to buy a new outfit for the occasion. As she was cutting through an alley, she could tell that there was someone walking behind her, but she didn't think anything of it, everyone cut through here. All of a sudden she heard a deep, throaty voice say, "Why hello there my Patty."
She froze, she slowly turned around and there was her ex-boyfriend Peter. "What do you want?"
"Gee, what do you think that I want? I want revenge for you sending me to jail you ungrateful bitch." He snarled at her.
"Ungrateful bitch? Where the hell do you get off? Apparently you have forgotten who didn't work and who did. When I was able to, when I didn't have bruises or cuts that prevented me from working. Look, I've had a really bad weekend, so I suggest that you don't fuck with me. Back off, I still have a restraining order and I'm not afraid to call the cops." Trish said to him sharply.
"Oh, I see someone has forgotten that your restraining order terminated yesterday. And because I know you so well, I'm pretty sure that you have forgotten to renew it. Now I'm willing to give you one more chance at making our love work. Otherwise, I'm going to have to." He said to her but Trish cut him off.
"Make our love work? What love? The only words I have for you is go to hell. I don't have shit for you." Trish said and she turned and started to walk quickly away. Her mouth always got her in trouble with him and she didn't have much luck. She reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
He grabbed her by her injured arm and spun her around to face him, "Wrong decision bitch. You're coming with me whether you like it or not."
"I'm calling the cops right now, when they have my number on the system, they'll come find it." Trish said trying to pull her arm free.
He twisted her arm, which brought her to her knees in pain, "Let go of me." She hissed. He snatched the phone from her and threw it aside. "You're coming with me."
He pulled her up and held her tightly. "Don't fight me if you know what's good for you."
"Alright, just please let go of my arm." She cried. She knew she was defeated. She would have to try to gain his trust.
"Nope, I'm not letting go of what will keep you calm. If you fight me, I'll twist it harder." He growled. He pulled her out onto the street and shoved her into his car. "We're headed home."
They drove for awhile, and soon things looked familiar, next thing she knew they were driving by her mom's house. They pulled into a driveway about 5 houses down from her mom's. She smirked to herself and let him lead her into the house. They walked in and he locked the door.
"Go in the kitchen and make something to eat." He said shoving her towards the kitchen.
She walked in and shut the kitchen door. She started banging pots and pans around while grabbing the phone off the wall. She quickly called her mom, "Mom, open the back door, prop the door open, trust me." She hung up just as he walked in.
His eyes went black, "You stupid bitch." He shouted at her and he lunged at her. She quickly kicked him in the knee, which dropped him to the floor. She elbowed him in the face and started to try to run past him. He reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, which made her slam to the floor. She kicked at him trying to get him to let go of her. Finally she kicked him in the face with everything she had. He let go and fell back a little. She went over to him and kicked him in the crotch. She grabbed the phone and dialed 911 and started screaming something and hung up. He started to get up and Trish ran out of the house and cut threw the yards and ran in her mom's back door and she slammed the door shut.
"Oh my god Trish what happened?" Her mom shreiked.
Trish wiped her face and wound up smearing blood across it. "Shit." She said panting. "Peter, Peter found me."
"I'm calling the cops." Her mom said.
"I called 911 and yelled and hung up, so they should be coming anytime and I'll go over. The only problem is that my restraining order against him expired yesterday and I didn't renew it." Trish said to her mom.
"I did. The letter came here and I forged your signature, I'll go get your copy of the new one." Her mom said matter-of-factly. "I wasn't going to let that jerk get away with terrorizing my little girl."
Trish laughed a little. "Mom, what would I do without you?" Then Trish seen the cops racing down to the address. "They're here, I'm going to head over, meet me there with it."
Trish walked down there and she seen they were in there questioning him. She cleared her throat, "Excuse me?" She said to a cop.
He turned around, "Yes," Then he noticed the bruises and smeared blood. "Are you ok? Do you need medical attention?"
"No, nothing like that. I'm here because." She started to explain but was soon interrupted by Peter's screaming.
"There's the bitch. She's the bitch that beat the hell out of me just because she's a wrestler."
Trish sighed and shook her head, "Like I was saying, he's my ex-boyfriend and I have a restraining order against him. He took me from downtown and forced me to come here with him to this house. He was in jail for assaulting me."
"Do you have a copy of the restraining order ma'am?" the cop asked her.
"Yes, my mom is bringing it over. And I'm fully prepared to press charges and testify against him." Trish said to the cop loud enough for Peter to hear.
Peter tried to lunge through the cops' arms at Trish but they held him back. She looked at him with a vengeful look, "I'm not your little girl anymore."
Trish's mom handed it to Trish, "Here you go."
Trish turned back to the cop, "Here's the order."
"Do you mind coming down to the station to answer some qustions?"
"No, I'll be more then happy to." Trish answered. "Mom, I'll call you later."
Trish left with the officer to put Peter away.
**Please read and review! I'm off today, so I'll have another chapter posted today. Will Dave and Melissa tell Trish what happened?**
The next day, Trish woke up to the sun shining in through her window. She squinted and rolled to pull the blinds shut. She was a little stiff, but she didn't feel as bad as she thought she would. She thought for sure that she would wake up with a killer headache. All night she dreamt. She had dreams about Dave and the kids and then she had a dream about Brock.
Trish threw the covers aside and decided that it was time to start her day. She slowly removed the bandage from her face and she unwrapped her wrist. She looked up into the mirror and gasped. The bruises were starting to turn that purple/yellowish color so it looked really bad. "I wonder if I could use make-up to cover these up now?" She thought to herself. She hopped in the shower and just sat there under the water.
She finished, dried herself off, she picked out a halter-top and some shorts. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and put on a baseball hat and decided it was time to start her day. She grabbed her purse and headed out. She stopped at her favorite coffee shop, she went down to the tanning salon, but all she could think of was Dave. Just as she was going to run to the video store, her cell phone rang. She looked and it was Brock. "Hello!?"
"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" Brock said to her in a smooth voice.
Trish chuckled, "Spending a day alone. What are you doing?"
"Headed home. I took your advice and I have a great evening planned. And if we can't work things out from there, then I guess it's in fate's hands. But I really thought about what you were saying, and it hit home."
"Well I wish you good luck. Nicole's a lucky woman and hopefully she'll realize it now before it's too late." Trish said to him with sincerity.
"How are you doin'? I was thinking about you last night, and I tried to call and check on you, but you didn't answer." Brock asked.
"You know, it hurts. I knew I loved Dave, but I never realized how much until this happened. But we talked in your room, and I broke down and told him about how he scared me in the limo and I told him about Peter and our explosive past and that I needed some time to sort everything out."
"So you finally told him about Peter huh? I told you that that is something that he needs to know about." Brock piped up.
"Yeah, yeah I know, but I didn't know how to bring it up because he had never scared me before." Trish said to him. "But it's killing me. I miss him, I just want to go to the house and tell him that I love him and I want to make this work, but he has to want to make it work too. I mean, will he be willing to compromise on some things and overcome others to make us work?"
"If he loves you the way he says he does then he will. I mean, he would be losing an incredible woman if he didn't."
"Thanks Brock, I really appreciate that. I've decided to make today me day. I'm going to do things for me, and tonight I'm going to decide on exactly what I'm going to do."
"That sounds like a great idea. If you need anything, let me know." Brock offered.
"Thanks Brock, but you need to concentrate on Nicole's night. Let me know how everything goes. Does she know that you guys have big plans tonight?"
"Nope, I'm going to tell her once I'm in town." Brock said happily. "I'm going to let you go, but I'm glad that you're holding up ok."
"Yeah I am. We Stratigias women are made strong." Trish said with a laugh.
"Alright sweetie, I'll talk to ya tomorrow."
"Alright, good luck!" Trish said happily and hung up. She was so happy that he was giving him and Nicole the chance to work. All of a sudden she realized, she didn't want to be with Brock, she was happy for him and Nicole, not him and her. "Mom was wrong. I don't want a relationship with Brock." Trish said out loud. She went to another coffee shop and bought a coffee and a tablet with a pen. She went and sat down and started writing her thoughts down. She looked down and smiled, "Yes, that's what I'll do."
Dave took a long hot shower, he couldn't believe what he had done. "What am I going to do now?" He thought to himself. He couldn't believe that he had gotten so drunk and did that. He dried himself off and put on a pair of windpants and a tank top. Today was his first day of rehab with the new therapist. He didn't know how well she would work out. All he knew is that he had to figure out how he could win Trish's love and trust back, but it was really hard when he had just slept with her sister.
He went downstairs and Aly was sitting at the table with Melissa and they were taking turns feeding Natalie her breakfast. "Hey dad!" Aly said with an enthusiastic smile.
He leaned down and kissed top of her head. "Have you eaten yet?"
"Yeah, I had some toast. Can I go to Terri's with Melissa tonight?" She asked.
"Who's Terri?" Dave asked.
"She's a friend of mine. She was at Aly's birthday party. She's having a facial party tonight." Melissa piped up looking up at Dave.
"We'll see, I'm not sure what all is going on tonight." Dave said rubbing his forehead.
"Dad, it's so cool that Melissa and I are only two years apart. She's helped to introduce me to lots of people up here." Aly said getting up. "I'm going to go and get dressed." And she ran upstairs.
"Morning," Melissa said to him getting up to rinse out Natalie's cereal bowl. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast before you go?" Melissa offered.
"No thanks, actually, we need to talk." Dave said sitting down.
Melissa took a deep breath, she couldn't believe what she had done the night before, and she had been hoping that he wouldn't want to talk about it. "Alright, what's up?" She said sitting down.
"Melissa, let's go outside, I don't need Aly's over-active ears hearing this." Dave said standing up and walking out the back door.
Melissa picked Nattie up and put her in her playpen. She walked outside pulling her hair up. "Ok, Natalie's in her playpen, and Aly's not downstairs."
"Melissa, last night something happened between us, and I think, I hope that we both know that it shouldn't have happened." Dave started slowly.
Melissa nodded, "Dave I'm so sorry to put you in the position that I did. You're right, it shouldn't have happened. I lost control and I'm sorry."
"Well, at least we're both understanding that it shouldn't have happened. Now I don't want there to be anything weird between us, we can still be friends, we just have to be careful." Dave said to her.
"Which one of us is going to tell Trish?" Melissa asked slowly.
"First of all, I would be the one to tell Trish, I'm just not quite sure how I'm going to yet." Dave said quickly.
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her. I mean, if we're the only two who know, then we'd be the only two who could tell her and if we're in agreement, then she wouldn't know and you guys can get on with your lives." Melissa offered.
"Tell me something, are you and Aly really only two years apart?" Dave asked in an unbelieving tone.
Melissa put her head down, "Yeah, I'm 17. But I'll be 18 in a few months. And I have to tell you something that you're not going to like."
"What's that?" Dave said looking at her.
"Melissa heard us last night. She doesn't know it was me, but she told me that you were with someone, but that it wasn't Trish, and she wanted to know what that meant regarding you and Trish's status."
Dave nodded, "Yeah I know, she brought it up to me because at first she thought that it was Trish."
"Dave, I'm so sorry." Melissa said, "And I hope that you don't hate me."
"Melissa, I was involved too, no I don't hate you. And I don't know what's going to happen yet. But I've got to get going, I'll be back after rehab."
Dave turned and left. He got in the car and shook his head. "Great, not only have I slept with my girlfriend's sister, but her underage sister." He muttered as he backed out of the driveway and headed to rehab.
Trish left the coffee shop with a smile. She knew exactly how she was going to approach Dave. She walked down the street with a smile, she felt confident and had decided to buy a new outfit for the occasion. As she was cutting through an alley, she could tell that there was someone walking behind her, but she didn't think anything of it, everyone cut through here. All of a sudden she heard a deep, throaty voice say, "Why hello there my Patty."
She froze, she slowly turned around and there was her ex-boyfriend Peter. "What do you want?"
"Gee, what do you think that I want? I want revenge for you sending me to jail you ungrateful bitch." He snarled at her.
"Ungrateful bitch? Where the hell do you get off? Apparently you have forgotten who didn't work and who did. When I was able to, when I didn't have bruises or cuts that prevented me from working. Look, I've had a really bad weekend, so I suggest that you don't fuck with me. Back off, I still have a restraining order and I'm not afraid to call the cops." Trish said to him sharply.
"Oh, I see someone has forgotten that your restraining order terminated yesterday. And because I know you so well, I'm pretty sure that you have forgotten to renew it. Now I'm willing to give you one more chance at making our love work. Otherwise, I'm going to have to." He said to her but Trish cut him off.
"Make our love work? What love? The only words I have for you is go to hell. I don't have shit for you." Trish said and she turned and started to walk quickly away. Her mouth always got her in trouble with him and she didn't have much luck. She reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
He grabbed her by her injured arm and spun her around to face him, "Wrong decision bitch. You're coming with me whether you like it or not."
"I'm calling the cops right now, when they have my number on the system, they'll come find it." Trish said trying to pull her arm free.
He twisted her arm, which brought her to her knees in pain, "Let go of me." She hissed. He snatched the phone from her and threw it aside. "You're coming with me."
He pulled her up and held her tightly. "Don't fight me if you know what's good for you."
"Alright, just please let go of my arm." She cried. She knew she was defeated. She would have to try to gain his trust.
"Nope, I'm not letting go of what will keep you calm. If you fight me, I'll twist it harder." He growled. He pulled her out onto the street and shoved her into his car. "We're headed home."
They drove for awhile, and soon things looked familiar, next thing she knew they were driving by her mom's house. They pulled into a driveway about 5 houses down from her mom's. She smirked to herself and let him lead her into the house. They walked in and he locked the door.
"Go in the kitchen and make something to eat." He said shoving her towards the kitchen.
She walked in and shut the kitchen door. She started banging pots and pans around while grabbing the phone off the wall. She quickly called her mom, "Mom, open the back door, prop the door open, trust me." She hung up just as he walked in.
His eyes went black, "You stupid bitch." He shouted at her and he lunged at her. She quickly kicked him in the knee, which dropped him to the floor. She elbowed him in the face and started to try to run past him. He reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, which made her slam to the floor. She kicked at him trying to get him to let go of her. Finally she kicked him in the face with everything she had. He let go and fell back a little. She went over to him and kicked him in the crotch. She grabbed the phone and dialed 911 and started screaming something and hung up. He started to get up and Trish ran out of the house and cut threw the yards and ran in her mom's back door and she slammed the door shut.
"Oh my god Trish what happened?" Her mom shreiked.
Trish wiped her face and wound up smearing blood across it. "Shit." She said panting. "Peter, Peter found me."
"I'm calling the cops." Her mom said.
"I called 911 and yelled and hung up, so they should be coming anytime and I'll go over. The only problem is that my restraining order against him expired yesterday and I didn't renew it." Trish said to her mom.
"I did. The letter came here and I forged your signature, I'll go get your copy of the new one." Her mom said matter-of-factly. "I wasn't going to let that jerk get away with terrorizing my little girl."
Trish laughed a little. "Mom, what would I do without you?" Then Trish seen the cops racing down to the address. "They're here, I'm going to head over, meet me there with it."
Trish walked down there and she seen they were in there questioning him. She cleared her throat, "Excuse me?" She said to a cop.
He turned around, "Yes," Then he noticed the bruises and smeared blood. "Are you ok? Do you need medical attention?"
"No, nothing like that. I'm here because." She started to explain but was soon interrupted by Peter's screaming.
"There's the bitch. She's the bitch that beat the hell out of me just because she's a wrestler."
Trish sighed and shook her head, "Like I was saying, he's my ex-boyfriend and I have a restraining order against him. He took me from downtown and forced me to come here with him to this house. He was in jail for assaulting me."
"Do you have a copy of the restraining order ma'am?" the cop asked her.
"Yes, my mom is bringing it over. And I'm fully prepared to press charges and testify against him." Trish said to the cop loud enough for Peter to hear.
Peter tried to lunge through the cops' arms at Trish but they held him back. She looked at him with a vengeful look, "I'm not your little girl anymore."
Trish's mom handed it to Trish, "Here you go."
Trish turned back to the cop, "Here's the order."
"Do you mind coming down to the station to answer some qustions?"
"No, I'll be more then happy to." Trish answered. "Mom, I'll call you later."
Trish left with the officer to put Peter away.
**Please read and review! I'm off today, so I'll have another chapter posted today. Will Dave and Melissa tell Trish what happened?**