To Find Love Again
A Sean O'Haire fan fic
Author note: I don't own anything. And thank you for the reviews. More is welcome!!!! Yea I'm a review whore lol.
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Chapter Five
Within three days, Trista moved her things out of the house and got settled in to Stacy's guesthouse. It was a two story house, but it wasn't gigantic, maybe big enough for like two people. It had modern furniture in there and very cozy. Stacy was too good to Trista.
Dwayne, Glen, and mark helped the girls get Trista's stuff out and helped her get situated. Once settled, Trista was just as beat as everyone else was. After eating some lunch, she decided to take a small nap. Dwayne wanted to come back with her, but she declined. She needed to be alone.
Trista changed in to a short grey nightgown and crawled into the huge bed. Looking up at the ceiling, she began to think. In the Office Procedures class, she lectured about being tough emotionally. She always told her students that no matter what the situation was, they should act accordingly and in a professional matter. Fighting was not the answer.
Tears trickled down her face, but she quickly wiped them away. That was another thing. She also told them to be strong and not to fail themselves. There is always something better. Now Trista was being a hypocrite. Letting Sean get to her was not the option to choose. She was a role model to her students, and she did the exact opposite.
Trista woke up three hours later, thanks to Shelly. Mercedes, Leia, and Stacy were all downstairs. Figuring it was just the girls, Trista didn't bother to put on a robe. Shelly giggled and took Trista's hand, leading her down the spiral like stairs.
Much to her luck, Mark, Glen, and Dwayne were all downstairs too. Shelly kept leading Trista through the living room. She fought with Shelly, trying to go back upstairs and get her robe. Trista was turning redder by the minute. Now she was really embarrassed.
Dwayne smiled at the fiasco in front of him, while Mark and Glen just laughed. 'O'Haire really missed out on this one,' Dwayne thought. He admired Trista once more. She had on this short grey nightgown the pretty much covered what she had, yet it was very short. The gown also left very little imagination of her backside. Dwayne could also tell that she was wearing a thong.
Mercedes and the rest of the girls were in the small kitchen, making some brownies. Once in the kitchen, Trista sat in the chair farthest from the guys' view and yanked the gown down as much as possible. Cursing Shelly, Trista hung her head down for a few minutes, trying to clear up her reddened face.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang, and Mark went to answer it. Calling Trista, she went to the living room and instantly saw fire. Leia happened to walk with her too. She smirked as Torrie stood at the door, greeting her.
"Hello," Torrie said. "I need to speak with Trista."
"That's the bitch who stole my husband too!" Trista shouted angrily.
Leia looked at Trista, then to Torrie. "You got to come back tomorrow, that is when Mrs. O'Haire talks to hoes." Leia then slammed the door in Torrie's face.
Everyone all started to laugh except for Trista, who was madder then hell. She kept glaring at the door, expecting Torrie to show up through the door. About five minutes passed, and she had not made her way through. Trista looked out the window to see that Torrie had left the premises.
Trista made her way to a rocking chair next to where Mark was sitting. Pulling a blanket up to her, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to relax. Tomorrow she had to call her lawyers, seeking divorce. She didn't want to do it, but she really had no choice.
Figuring that Torrie was not coming back, Trista went upstairs to change. Soon after, everyone went to Stacy's again and cooked out in the backyard, where her huge pool was. Mercedes and Shelly made the food while everyone else hung out and played in the pool. Trista sat back and enjoyed the view. She really didn't feel like playing in the water.
"Hey Mercedes?" Shelly asked.
"What is it Shell?"
"Trista is being very quiet over there, I figured she would be in the pool, she loves to swim."
Mercedes put the chicken in the grill and closed it before speaking again. "Well honey, divorce is not easy. You have to realize Tristy has a lot on her mind. She doesn't want you to worry about her, but deep down she is hurting bad."
Shelly thought for a moment. "Oh, I guess we need to let her be."
Mercedes lit up a cigarette. "I would like to hurt that son of a bitch." Taking a puff she added, "I always thought something was up with him. I mean, I knew he took good care of her and everything, and I just don't get why all of a sudden he felt Torrie would do him better."
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Supper was soon finished and everyone gathered around the patio table and began to eat. Trista remained quiet throughout the evening and acknowledged any joking conversation or whatnot by smiling warmly. After about an hour, everyone was ready to settle in the living room watching a movie and having a couple of drinks. Trista, feeling sick from all the memories and depression, decided to leave. Slipping on her flip flops, she was about to head for the back door when Dwayne stopped her.
"Trista let me walk you back to the guest house."
"Dwayne, it's only 30 feet away." Trista said with a laugh.
"I just want to make sure you are safe." He said with innocence. With that, Trista gave in and let him taker her to the guest house.
As they walked along the path, Dwayne put his hand on the small of her back, as the guide her; show her the way. The light outside was rather dim, but it was enough to see clearly. Dwayne watched to see if Torrie was around, as if she was going to try to do anything. Trista moved ahead, trying to escape his soft touch. She wasn't successful, as he reached up to her again.
From what seemed like forever, the two finally reached the guesthouse. Inviting him in, Trista and Dwayne managed to hold a pretty good conversation, talking about general things. Trista made sure to stray far away from the marriage. Dwayne could tell that she was trying to. She wanted to say so much, but wasn't letting herself. However, he continued to listen intently.
"Aren't you going to talk anymore?" She asked.
"I was, but by looking into your eyes, I was just speechless." He said with a lopsided grin.
Trista laughed, while slightly blushing. "Is that a pickup line?"
"Is that how you take it?" he said back, smiling.
"I'm sorry." She continued to blush more.
"Don't be. I was just about to ask you for a date."
"A date??"
"Sure. Trista, you deserve so much better. From what I hear, Sean didn't treat you as others would have loved to treat someone as classy and sweet as you."
"Well, he didn't walk with me to make sure I was safe," she pondered.
Dwayne laughed before continuing on. "Let me be the one to do so." He took her hand in his and waited for an answer.
Trista was about to faint. The Rock, Dwayne Johnson, asking her out on a date? It isn't like she is really married anymore. She said yes, and basically was out after that.
Dwayne chuckled slightly and carried her to the bedroom. Once tucking her in, he kissed her temple lightly and headed out.
"Goodnight, love."