***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***
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He passes his brother, having noticed him and Sara but he didn't acknowledge either of them. To him they were nothing. Well...maybe he still thought of Sara as his sister-in-law, half sister-in-law if you wanted to get technical, but Taker was nothing. And he would be nothing for as long as Kane was still living his hellish life. Right now he hated his brother. Mainly for the things Taker had said to him, but also because of the way he had just been brushed aside when Taker found his new found look on life. He had pretty much been treated as a piece of garbage. Maybe he was one. He shakes his head. No. He was not going to let the little voice in the back of his head get to him again. He had done that in the past and look where it had gotten him.
He turns a corner and slams right into Matt Hardy. He remained standing while Matt himself went flying to the floor. He makes no move to help the younger man up. No he was also pissed off at Matt. Why? Because of the way he was treating Lita. Matt had a good thing in that girl and he couldn't even see it. Idiot. And people thought HE was stupid. No, infact Kane was quite smart. He just never actually THOUGHT when the time came to. He did that a lot. Which was why he fell into people's traps so often. Tori and X-Shit's trap for one. God he was such a fool to actually think a beautiful woman like Tori could have seen ANYTHING in him. After all, he was a monster.
He watches as Matt gets up, glaring daggers at Kane. Kane just tilts his head to the side and puts his hands on his hips, a posture that meant that Matt should get away while he could still walk. Matt, being the smart kid he was at times, rushes off in the opposite direction. Heading for the exit. Kane then hears sobbing coming from the hallway that Matt just left. He walks down it and looks into an open locker room. What he sees tugs at what was left of his heart. Lita sat on a bench in the room crying. He was about to enter when Jeff Hardy returns from the washroom and hands Lita a glass of water. He can't help but watch her take the glass and drink some of the water in it. As she is doing so her eyes catch him standing in the doorway. He blushes at being caught watching her and couldn't be more happier to be wearing his mask at that moment.
He turns quickly and heads back towards his locker room, catching a bit of what Jeff says before he closes the locker room door to get some privacy for Lita. "Wonder that he wanted...." Oh if they only knew. He walks back into his dark locker room, he preferred it that way. A towel covered the mirror. He had found covering it with a towel was cheaper then having to pay to get the mirrors repaired after he put his fist into them.
He begins to think of when he had started to like Lita. He knew that it had started before then, he had always liked how she seemed nice to him, although she still was slightly afraid of, like all the other woman in the Federation. And men as well. Sometimes he liked their fear but he also wished for them to like him. Oh they tolerated him. But they weren't his friends. He had no friends.
He sits down on the bench in the room and hangs his head, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. This thought brings him back to what he was thinking of before. Lita. He knew he had liked her for a while but he wouldn't admit that to himself until about a week before Vengeance. When Lita had tried her Litacurriania move on him. Oh god how much he had dreamt about that one move after she had done that to him. And damn that fucking Matt Hardy for pushing him into her after he had set her gently back on the top turnbuckle. He had wanted to check on her after the match, to see if she was okay, but when he had looked into the trainers' room, she had been surrounded by Matt, Jeff and the trainers. So he had just turned and left, going back to his locker room. After that he had tried his best to avoid her. Not wanting her to notice any change in him where she was concerned.
Lita takes the water from Jeff and shakes her head. "I don't know. He has been pretty much avoiding me since that match before Vengeance." She shrugs and takes another drink, wiping at her eyes. "I don't want anything to do with him, Jeff," meaning Matt. "And I would prefer if you don't say anything to him, but,' she gets up, "I am thinking about quitting. This is bullshit. He shouldn't have done what he did." She puts the glass down.
"I know, Lita, but that is the way it goes," Jeff says shrugging. "But you can't leave because of him. Just get mad or something. Beat someone up." He laughs, smiling. "Date someone else, that would kill him."
She sighs and shakes her head. "I just don't know." She walks over to the door, thinking about Kane. What had he wanted? And why was he avoiding her like he was? She wished she knew. He had seemed so nice before, but then... she frowns. Maybe he was just gloating or something, on Matt's side on this and just happy to see her hurt. Turning, she looks at Jeff. "I will be back. I need to go for a walk. You see Matt, you tell him I want his shit out of my house tonight. I won't put up with it anymore. He can't stay there just because he has no place to go. He can stay at your house." She then turns and leaves, pausing only long enough to throw over her shoulder, "And he better only take HIS shit." Then she is gone
She would ask Kane what he wanted. She was sick of men avoiding her and treating her this way. She doesn't even knock when she gets to his locker room, she just walks right in. "Kane..." she sees him sitting there and stops. "What did you want back then?" she asks, motioning to the door.
He snaps his head up, his long hair going flying back. And so does he. He falls backwards right off the bench, smacking the back of his head on the lockers behind him. He winces and grunts in pain, so glad he hadn't taken his mask off yet. And he was going to, a few seconds before she walked in. He straightens himself up, rubbing at the back of his head as he looks up at her, his confusion at having her there evident in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He just couldn't find the words, and even if he could he wouldn't have been able to say them. He was speechless. She seemed to have that effect on him.
She rushes over to him, holding out her hand. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." She smiles down at him. "I just came by to see what you wanted back there." Maybe a little different company would be good for her.
He stands up without her help, not really wanting to touch her, afraid to. He looks down at her, so glad for his mask right then. He opens his mouth to speak, knowing he should say something. But what? So he says the first thing that pops into his head.
"I...I...w...w...wanted to m...m...make sure you were...a...a...all right." He frowns deeply and hangs his head. He was stuttering again. He hadn't done that in a while. And it pissed him off. Made him sound stupid. But he couldn't help it. She made him nervous and afraid.
She pulls her hand back, and frowns. "I am okay." Then she purposefully takes a seat, letting him know she isn't going to leave. "Matt and I broke up. He has been an asshole. Jeff was just helping me." She shrugs, then blurts out. "So why have you been avoiding me lately? "
He doesn't look at her, moving around the room and collecting up his things, mainly to just have something to distract him. "I......I uh......h.......h.......haven't be.....been." He closes his eyes and tries to stop the stuttering. "avoiding you. And I know that you broke up with him." He mumbles something quietly that sounds like 'And he's an idiot for treating you the way he did.' He looks back at her, looking surprised like he didn't expect her to still be sitting there.
She doesn't know if what she heard was right or not, so she just doesn't answer right away, instead she watches him. "Ummm" she clears her throat. "Should I leave? Cause if you are busy or something? I could leave. I mean..." she frowns. "You have been avoiding me. Ever since Matt pushed you into me."
He turns and looks at her, then looks down at the floor, frowning. "I am sorry about hurting you. If I had known that was going to happen I......well I'm sorry." He felt so guilty over what had happened to her in that match. When he had been pushed into her his mask covered forehead had smacked into her face. Then she had been thrown off the turnbuckle to the floor. He sighs and looks down at his hands, he was holding one of his shirts, so he busies himself with it while thinking of what more to say to her.
She gets up and walks over to him, putting one hand on his and smiling. "I know you didn't mean to, Kane. Matt was pissed. That is all. Wasn't you, it was him." She flashes him a lopsided smile. "You are forgiven. If that is what has been causing you to avoid me, then you don't have to worry about it anymore. You are totally absolved from any responsibility for that incident. Okay?" She didn't know why she felt something soft for this big man, but something in her seemed to want to protect him. She pushes those thoughts aside. It was just cause of Matt...or was it?...
He pulls his hand away from her's quickly, frowning behind his mask and literally shaking. His heart was racing a mile a minute and he actually felt faint. She had touched him. How many times had he dreamed of her actually doing that? And now to have her do it, well it scared the shit out of him. He didn't want to hear those dreaded words come from her mouth, or the look of fear in her eyes. He lowers his head and takes a step back from her, the knuckles on his one un-gloved hand white from clenching the shirt in his hands so tight. "I....I...I...." he was stuttering again so he falls silent, his head tilted down, his long hair falling around his masked face.
She can't understand why he was stammering so much and frowns. "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't be bothering you." Flashes him another lopsided smile. "You were probably getting ready to shower and all." She takes a few steps back towards the door. "Just remember, you don't have to avoid me anymore."
He frowns and watches her. "L.....Lita?" He curses at stuttering again. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing. He was 34 years old after all. He should be able to talk to a woman by now. He look over at her and just says what had been on his mind for a while. "You can do better than him."
She stops her backwards walk and tilts her head to the side. "You think so?" She takes a step forward. "Who do you think is better then him?" But she knew right now at this point anyone was better then him, but that wasn't what she wanted to know. She didn't know why she was saying what she was, but he pulled on her heartstrings. She had seen how women treated him. It just didn't seem fair to her.
He looks down at the floor and says something, but his mask muffles it. He then looks back up at her and speaks in his deep gravely voice, deciding to change the subject. Plus he really wanted to know the answer. "Are you and Jeff together now? I see how he's been comforting you and all."
She walks closer to Kane, trying to hear what he is saying, so that when he does look up she is only a foot away from him. "Jeff? Me?" She puts her hand to her chest and smiles, shaking her head. "No, we are just friends. We have always just been friends." She shrugs. "He was there when Matt and I started going out, guess he is just there now. He is more my brother then Matt's right now." She didn't think that Jeff was trying to hit on her, but she could be wrong.
He watches her and nods. A look of relief appearing on his face, although she can't see it. He smiles behind his mask, the mask lifting a little. "So what are you going to do about him then? Matt I mean." He was finding it easier to talk to her, and he was becoming more relaxed as well.
She snorts. "Matt? Well Jeff is supposed to be telling him as we speak to get his shit out of my place and ONLY his shit." She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I doubt he will though. He keeps thinking he has a hold on me. He doesn't." Then she gets mad suddenly. "If he thinks he can keep walking all over me and then I will take him back…" And it hits her all she is saying and she turns from him, tears streaming down her face again. Jeff was supposed to make sure. Finally Matt would be out of her life. Did she want that? YES! But it didn't hurt less either way.
Feeling he needed to some how comfort her he walks up behind her and touches her shoulder lightly, not really sure what to do in this situation since it never really came up when he was around. "Lita?" He doesn't see the chair coming, hadn't noticed he was standing with his back to the open doorway. So when the chair shot connects with the back of his head he can't help but stumble forward into Lita. He then turns around quickly only to see Matt with a chair, which as soon as he is turned around, connects with his head again with a sickening thud. He sees stars and then nothing as he falls to the floor unconscious, a bit of blood trickling from a wound on top of his head.
She feels his hand on her shoulder, and then the force of him being pushed up against her. She stumbles and wheels around, only to see Matt in the doorway and before she can even react, he had hit Kane with the chair, knocking him out. "MATT!" She goes after him and pushes hard against him. "You are SLIME! You hear me! DIRT! Get out of here and get out of my life!" She throws a wild punch at his face before turning and dropping to her knees. She picks up Kane's head and brushes the hair back from his forehead. "Kane? Kane?" Frowning, she thinks about taking off his mask, maybe that would help, but knows how touchy he was about that.
Matt glares at Lita. "He was touching you! What? Were you seeing him and Jeff while you were with me?" He ducks her punch and snorts. "You know what, screw this! I come back here to see if we can work things out and you've already moved on. Well screw you, Lita. Don't expect me back!" He turns and walks away, punching the wall on his way down the hall.
Kane starts to come around, groaning and wincing. He reaches up and holds his head, his eyes still closed. Then he notices his head is on something soft so he opens one eye, hoping to hell it wasn't a hospital bed. He hated hospitals. He sees Lita, although she is quite blurry so he's not too sure. "Lita?"
She yells after Matt. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Then as Kane comes to, she looks softly down into his eyes. "Yeah? It's me. Sorry." She frowns. "Matt...." She sighs and leans down, kissing his mask on the forehead. "I am sorry, Kane. Really I am. He thinks that you and I are a couple or something."
His eyes widen when she actually kisses his mask. He just stares up at her, not really sure what to do. Then he tries pulling away from her and sits up. He winces and holds his head, feeling very dizzy all of a sudden and also feeling nauseous. "Think I have a concussion." He holds his head, closing his eyes and trying not to vomit.
She frowns, she moves over towards him, then thinking, she turns and shuts the door, then walking back over to him, she gently tries to take off the mask. "Let me see what he did to you."
He pulls quickly away from her, fear showing in his eyes. "NO!"
He shakes his head and then suddenly regrets it as he feel faint and sick again. He takes deep breathes to calm his stomach down and once the nausea has passed he looks back up at her. "I'm fine. Just need to get some sleep is all."
Frowning as he pulls away she shakes her head. "No, you should have it looked at." She reaches for his mask again. "At least let me take a look to make sure nothing is hurt." She wasn't afraid what she would see under there, she didn't much care. Things like that never bothered her.
He frowns deeply. "N....n....no!" He was stuttering again but he doesn't really notice. He was now holding his mask to his face. He didn't want her to see how ugly he was under the mask. He didn't want to see the disgust in her eyes, or watch her turn away from him. "Can't see me!!"
She frowns, but doesn't stop. "Kane! Stop that! I want to make sure you aren't bleeding under there or something." She was still trying to take his mask off. Normally someone may not struggle with him for this point, his size alone would have scared them off, but she didn't care, she was more worried about what Matt had just done to Kane's face to worry about his size.
He frowns deeply. "Y...y.....you don't want to s....s......see my f....f...face." Notices he is stuttering again. He tries to stop, still holding his mask on tight. "You won't like what you'll see. No woman would."
She doesn't move her hands from his mask, but speaks softly. "Kane, let me take a look. I don't care what you look like under there. I care what Matt might have done. Okay?" She looks into his eyes. "Trust me? "
He frowns deeply and looks at her. Then he sighs and reaches behind his head, undoing the clips on the straps holding the mask to his face. Once they are undone he takes a deep breath and pulls it off, tilting his head down so his hair falls around his face, shielding it from her sight.
She reaches up and with one hand, tilts his head back, with the other brushes the hair from his face. The sight that greets her doesn't shock her. Not in the way one would think. He always makes it out like his is so burned and scared when in fact, the scars were minimal and he didn't look horrific at all. She smiles softly at him, her hand on his chin moving to lightly brush over his forehead. "You have a slight bump. You should have that looked at. He really hit you hard."
He keeps his eyes closed while she tilts his head back. He didn't want to see the disgust on her face. When she speaks he is confused. There was no sound of disgust in her voice. And she was still touching him. So he opens his eyes finally and looks at her, the confusion showing in his left eye, the good one. He can't help it but tilts his head to the side, wondering why she wasn't pulling away when every other person who had seen him had. All except for his father, brother, and Sara
Since he had moved his head slightly, she was better able to see and her free hand runs lightly over his cheek, checking his face to make sure there wasn't any more damage. Then she smiles into his eyes. "I think that it is just the bump. But you should have it looked at. That can't be good." She sighs softly, frowning. "I am so sorry about Matt." She shakes her head, still not releasing his face. "I knew he thought I was cheating on him with Jeff, but didn't think he would think that of you. I am sorry, I didn't mean to drag you into something you didn't ask to be a part of."
He searches for anything in her eyes or features that would suggest to him that she was disgusted by what she saw. When he can't find anything he looks even more confused, and finally speaks. "Don't I make you sick?"
She shakes her head. "Why would you do that?" Her fingers lightly trace a few soft scars and she smiles. "You know, you make it out to be worse then it is." She brushes the hair from his forehead, frowning. "But that bump is getting bigger."
"It just needs some ice. And I don't make it out to be worse. I look like a monster. Trust me. I've been told so by almost everyone I've known." He can't help but close his eyes as she runs her hands over his face. He liked it, a lot.
On impulse she goes up on tippy toe and kisses him, then drops her hand and backs up a little, realizing what she had just done. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It was totally inappropriate of me to do that." She chews on her bottom lip.
He stands there totally stunned. Tori had kissed him but those kisses always seemed forced. But Lita had just done that like she meant it. He once again tilts his head to the side, wondering why she did that. So he asks. "Why'd you do that? I......I mean.....uh......" he blushes and looks down. He was once again in a spot where he didn't have much experience. "It's okay that you did," he says it quietly.
She smiles at him saying it was okay and stops her backward retreat. It had been nice. "Because I felt you needed it." She shakes her head. "You don't really think very well of yourself. And you should. " She steps up and caresses his cheek again, not really seeing his face because his hair was in the way again. "Want to know what I think of you?" Then she spits it out before she can think and stop herself. "I think you are a very strong man who doesn't think highly of himself. I think you are also someone that when they love someone, they do it fully. I think that you just need the right person......" Her voice trails off, thinking she had said the wrong thing.
He listens to her, not being able to stop the single tear that runs down his cheek. He watches her carefully, still holding his head with one hand, although he wasn't noticing the pain or dizziness anymore. He was too busy watching Lita. "I doubt that will ever happen though. I don't have a good track record with women."
She instinctively wipes the tear away with her thumb. "Aw, Kane. You just haven't found the right person." She is speaking softly to him, getting closer, she doesn't know what the hell has gotten into her but she doesn't think, he had said he didn't mind... So she reaches up and kisses him again. This time she doesn't pull away so fast.
He tenses up a bit when she gets close to him. And once again he is stunned when she kisses him. But when she doesn't pull back right away he soon relaxes and begins to return her kiss, his eyes closing for a moment so he can savor the feeling of her lips on his.
She lets herself melt against him, not really noticing as her arms snake around his neck. He was a good kisser and she wondered vaguely why they hadn't done this before.
He feels her arms around his neck and can't help but smile against her lips. His arms go around her waist and he holds her close, hoping this wasn't all a dream. Cause he couldn't deal with it if it all was just a dream. He tilts his head a bit and kisses her more passionately, bringing one hand up to run his fingers through her hair.
As he deepens the kiss, she leans further against him, the feel of his fingers in her hair sending a new thrill through her. She keeps kissing him, then finally, leans back only breaking the kiss barely, her eyes searching his. "Kane...." It was both a statement of wonder and a question.
He frowns slightly when she pulls back from the kiss. He looks down at her, moving his hand to her face and lightly caressing her cheek, then traces her jawbone, wanting to memorize how she looked just then. She looked more beautiful now then she did in his dreams. When she speaks he looks back at her. "I don't want to be your rebound guy, Lita."
She nods, still not pulling back. His touch on her cheek was like a new fire in her veins. When she speaks, it is softly. "I don't want you to be either, Kane. I don't know why I am standing here. I don't know why I kissed you. It just seemed natural." She shakes her head. "If someone was going to be that, it would have been Jeff probably." She shakes her head again, her eyes not leaving his. "I don't know what is going on." The she takes a slow breath. "But Kane.. I know I like where I am standing."
He leans down and kisses her lightly again, then pulls back. "So do I. But I would like to get out of this arena. So...uh...if you want to wait a moment I can go take a quick shower and then I'll take you home. That way if Matt is there I can stomp a mudhole in his ass." He snorts, anger showing in his eyes.
She lets him go and instantly feels the loss. It was odd... she didn't want him to be her rebound man, she didn't know what she wanted, but she did know that what she had been feeling lately for him was more then friendship. She nods and moves to take a seat. "The way he was acting.... when you were out...." She doesn't meet his eyes. "It would be better if you did take me......." She chews on her bottom lip. Nervous now.
He pulls down the straps on his ring gear, rolling it down to his waist before turning back to her. He walks over to her and grabs hold of her chin lightly, tilting her head back and leaning down, kissing her lightly. "He won't hurt you. If he does he won't be able to do anything but suck food through a straw for the rest of his life." He grins and kisses her once more before straightening up and walking into the bathroom. He shuts the door but doesn't lock it, wanting to be able to hear her and be out of there quickly in case Matt came back. He undresses the rest of the way and climbs into the shower, hating how the jet of water only hits him in the chest. Sometimes he really hated being tall.
She can't believe he keeps kissing her and sits there and just grins. Then as he goes into the bathroom she gets up and automatically starts to pick things up, packing his shit away so that they could go when he got done. She walks over to the door and cracks it slightly, not looking in, yelling, "Kane.... Thank you." She wasn't sure what else to say.
He bends down a bit to get his head under the water. He then gets himself all clean and is just stepping out when Lita calls into him. He grabs a towel quickly and puts it around his waist, holding it closed before walking to the door and pulling it open. " For what? Mind handing me the jeans and black shirt there?"
She walks over and gets his clothes, coming back and handing them to him before answering. "For.... I don't know... For just being here. For taking me out to my place. It don't know what I would do if he was there alone.... and....." she sighs and looks away. "I am not saying that I would go with him, I am saying that he.... he just.... gets mad a lot."
He takes the clothes from her and pulls on the jeans and does them up, then pulls on the shirt. Once done with that he opens the door so she can see into the bathroom. He picks up his brush and starts brushing the knots out of his hair. Once done with that he ties it back in a ponytail and then gathers up his things in the bathroom. Taking it out he puts it into his duffel bag and then sits down to pull on his shoes. He stops and looks at her as he hears the last thing she says. "Has he ever hit you, Lita? I mean on purpose?" He knew if she said yes Matt would be a dead man. He never thought it right for any man to raise a hand to a woman. Which is why he tried his best never to hurt a woman in the ring. Oh of course he had tombstoned Tori, but he didn't consider Tori a woman, not anymore anyways.
She avoids the question all together, and looks around. "So, are you ready to go?" She then looks at him. "I just have my bag back with Jeff that I need."
He frowns deeply when she doesn't answer him. But not being the kind of man to push someone into telling him something he just nods and stands up, pulling on his mask and working the straps tight at the back. He then picks up his duffel bag and walks over to the door, opening it for her. "If he is there I'll set him straight for you." He wasn't about to admit though, that he had been itching to hit the younger man ever since he had started treating Lita like crap.
She smiles a dazzling smile, just for him, as she walks out the door and heads down the hall, stopping in the locker room, she finds her bag packed. "Jeff must have..." She bends and picks it up, her shirt hiking up and showing a huge bruise on her back. "Okay, this is all that I need." She nods and turns, smiling again at Kane as she walks by him. She heads out of the arena and towards her car, then stops in the parking lot. "Did you bring a car or anything?" and she turns to look at him.
He watches her as she bends over, catching sight of the bruise on her back. His protective instinct kicks in and he has to use all his will power not to ask her about it. She'd tell him eventually. Besides, now wasn't the time. But damnit if Matt Hardy did that to her, the boy was going to get beat within an inch of his life Ghod how he hated men who beat women. He follows her out of the arena, stoppin beside her and nodding, gesturing over to what looked like a brand new truck. Usually he would have never bought himself anything new like that, but seeing as his old truck was pretty much useless to him he had decided on getting something nice. So what he was gesturing to was a nice red 2002 Dodge Ram Quad Cab that looked like it could fit him comfortably. Which is why he had picked it out in the first place. "Yeah. Brought my truck. I could follow you to your place if you want me to."
She looks at the truck and had to agree that it did indeed fit him. She motions to the little car she was driving. "Yeah, but don't forget to stop. That truck of yours could roll over my little car." She laughs. She had reason to laugh, her's was a little purple Bug, one of the new ones. She flashes him a smile and winks, then trots over to the car. She throws her bag in the back, and waits for him, then after he is ready, she takes off, leaving the arena and heading across town towards her little apartment. A little while later she was pulling up outside the building, and gets out and looks around for Kane.
He walks over to his truck and unlocks it, climbing into it and tossing his duffel bag onto the seat beside him. He starts to truck up, reaching over to turn down the volume on the CD player. He waits for her to leave before following along behind her car. Not very close, but close enough so he doesn't lose her. He drives with one hand, using the other to mess with the pile of CD's he had on the back seat, pulling one up after the other, searching. He finally finds the one he wanted and while stopped at a light he quickly puts it in. Now satisfied with what music is playing, he pays more attention to actually following Lita's car, having already lost sight of it once. He loses sight of her again until he turns a corner and sees her car up ahead.
He finds a spot nearby to park the truck, then gets out, locks the doors and switches on the security system before heading over to where she was standing. "You live in an apartment?" He can't help but smile. He'd tried that once. Never could get used to the small space. "Shall we head up there?"
She nods and motions to the place. "Home sweet home." She sighs. "Cheaper to live in an apartment for me right now." She wasn't, like him, one of the highest paid wrestlers. "Of course, -he- lives there too. Or did." She looks around, seeing his car and sighs. "He is here." She frowns then she slips her hand into Kane's and starts heading for the elevator.
He shivers slightly as she takes his hand and can't help but smile. She did it without hesitating. He follows her into the building, having to duck his head a bit to miss the exit sign hanging over the doorway. "Well if you ever need a place to stay I got plenty of room. Although you have to like dogs." He follows her into one of the elevators and waits for it to reach her floor. Once there he follows her out and into the hallway, looking around and memorizing the number on the door she stops at. Or at least what was left of it. The door had been kicked in and he could see from where he stood that her apartment had pretty much been trashed. He could just feel the anger welling up inside of him. If that boy was here he was going to get his ass kicked. He also felt that protective nature kicking in and he moves closer to Lita, not wanting her to get hurt but also he had moved closer to her to give her support, knowing this was probably going to be hard for her.
She looks at him questioningly. "Dogs?" Then moves with him towards the door, or what was left of it. She blinks, and just stands there. In total shock at what she was seeing "I..." She leans against him a moment, then straightens and takes a deep breath, anger rising now. "That little son of a bitch," she says through gritted teeth. "How can he think...." her voice lowers and she walks into the apartment. Everything was trashed. There was a chair through the TV set and not a single thing seemed to still be where it was when she left that morning. She walks over to a frame that lay on the ground and picks it up. Glass falls out, broken, as she turns it over to see where someone had put a fist through a picture of them, a picture that now had a slight trace of blood. She carefully sets it back on the table it had started on. Putting it up like as if it wasn't broke, still in a sort of daze. She then walks through the broken living room and down the hall to the bedroom.... And stands there in shock. Her hand flutters to her chest and she feels faint. She wasn't one to normally faint... but this... this was....
He follows Lita down to her bedroom and sees her looking slightly dazed so he puts his hand on the small of her back, then looks in the room and sees why she was acting that way. The damage in there was worse then the other rooms. Way worse then anything he had ever done to a locker room. He can't help but get angry, finally noticing Matt leaving the bathroom with a bandage around one hand. He glares at the younger man and then walks into the room, stalking over towards him. Matt see him and smirks.
"Oh don't worry. I'm done here," Matt says as he makes to move by Kane but is grabbed by the throat and pretty much thrown across the room.
Kane was now fueled by anger. He figured that if Matt had done this damage he had probably also put that bruise on Lita's back. He stalks over to the younger man and grabs him by he throat again, hauling him up. All of a sudden Matt sprays something in is eyes. He yelps in pain and drops the younger man, rubbing at his now very painful eyes. This had happened to him before, when he had been in one of the hospitals. They had used this pepper spray on him once to calm him down. But this time it only served to make him angrier. He rubs at his blurred vision and sees Matt smirking at him, then watches as the younger man turns to look at Lita now, tossing her the small canister of pepper spray.
"Here you go." Matt smirks. "Thanks for letting me use it." He glares at her. "I don't know what you see in that fre..." He is stopped in mid sentence as Kane grabs him by the back of the neck. He then is hauled unceremoniously out of the apartment and thrown halfway down the hall. Kane starts to stalk after him but only gets to the elevator doors just as they close, letting Matt get away pretty much unscathed. Kane punches the doors and then winces, rubbing at his red and watering eyes. Ghod how he hated that stuff. He shakes his hand too, seeing as the metal elevator doors didn't give way very much under his fist.
She watches it all, in shock, but doesn't move to stop Kane in anyway. When he is done, she moves over to him, and throws herself at him, sobbing, unable to stop the tears the keep flowing, her whole body not really realizing what is going on, her soul hurt so much.
He doesn't really know what to do with her so he does the only thing he can think of and wraps his arms around her, holding her close and protectively, wanting to help her somehow but not really knowing how. He doesn't say anything until she finally pulls away from him. He also wasn't sure how long the two of them had been standing there. He looks at her. "As I said before, you could come stay with me. Or I can help you clean this mess up."
She finally stops crying and stands there, looking at him, then looking at the room around them. She pulls out of his arms and starts to clean up, picking things up and putting them back where they were supposed to be, numbly doing it, not saying anything at first. She was loosing the shock, the tears having helped. She bends down, once more revealing the bruise to Kane's eyes, picking up a stuffed bear. She straightens, holding the bear out and staring blindly at it. It had been gutted. "He gave this to me a few months ago when we went to the carnival in Atlanta." She just keeps staring, then with her other hand she tries to put the stuffing back in, though it was a useless venture, seeing the whole belly had been slashed.
Walking over to the bed, she sets the pathetic bear on the nightstand, picking up another ruined picture of them that had been left smashed there. She turns and drops it into the can near the bed. "The glass is broken. The frame is trashed. Will have to get another one I suppose." Then she starts to make the bed, still doing things automatically, talking as she makes it. "I should have seen it coming. He has a temper you know. He gets upset sometimes and just hits m---things. He broke my stereo once. He was sorry later and bought me a new one. But it wasn't the same. Had that stereo since I was a kid. Mom gave it to me for my graduation present."
She fluffs the pillows, though they weren't really pillows anymore either as they had hardly any stuffing in them. She doesn't seem to notice that though and stands back, looking at the pathetic excuse for a bed. "Will have to replace all that too." Her eyes going to the dresser, the clothes there torn and shredded. She walks over to them and starts to fold them, totally numb now. "I don't think the Good Will will even want these. Might be able to sew them or something," she says with a humorless laugh. "But I can't sew."
She then just stands there, with a red dress in her hands. It too had been ripped and lay in two pieces in her hands. "I loved this dress." The dress falls from her fingers onto the floor and she turns slowly to look at Kane. "I am going to need garbage bags for most this stuff I guess."
He pretty much just stands there and watches her, frowning again at the sight of the bruise on her back. His heart ached, wanting nothing more then to just take her away from all this pain and misery. He knew that kind of life all too well. When she stops and looks at him he moves closer to her. "Lita, maybe you should just leave this for tonight. We can come back tomorrow and clean up more. A good nights rest might help."
She looks around, then at him. "I don't have anything to wear?" She nods, goes to the closet, but can't find anything that isn't shredded or ruined. She then looks around the room, her eyes lighting from one thing to the next. Then she moves by him and into the living room, looking around at the mess there. She hears him behind her and she turns to look at him. "Kane? Please take me back to your place." She can't deal with this anymore. She didn't care if she didn't have any clothes, she just couldn't look at her things any longer. He had done a number on it. She knew he would probably say he was sorry, but never again. She knew better. He would never be sorry for this.
"He really didn't love me, did he?" Her eyes search his, a deep pain reflected in her's. "Suppose I should have seen it coming." She shrugs. "Please... just... take me away from here."
He watches her and frowns. "I'm sure he did love you. Just not in the way you needed." He reaches out with his un-gloved hand and lightly caresses her cheek. Then he takes her hand in his and maneuvers her out of the apartment and back over to the elevators. He waits for it and looks at her. "Do you want to drive your own car or just come with me in my truck?" He didn't think she should drive in her condition. So when she just shrugs he waits for the doors to the elevator to open and pulls her gently inside. Once the doors close he wraps his arms around her and holds her close.
"You'll come with me tonight. Then tomorrow we'll figure out what to do here. Don't worry, Lita. I'm here for you. I know how you feel." Well...he knew how she felt about getting dumped and screwed over. He knew about that well. The elevators doors open so he lets her go and takes her hand again, leading her from the elevator and out the front doors of the building. As he smells food in the air, it's only then that it hits him. He would need to go shopping if he was going to have Lita over. Or maybe he could get Sara to do it for him. That had happened before. When he had been sick she had just showed up with a ton of groceries. Maybe he could get her to do that again.
He walks down the sidewalk to his truck and switches off the security system before unlocking the passenger door and opening it. He grabs the CD's on the seat and shoves them into the back seat before helping her up into the truck. He then closes the door once she is in and walks around to the driver door. He unlocks it, opens it and climbs in. Closing the door he turns and looks at her.
"It'll be okay. You just need a good nights sleep. Let the shock wear off." He then pulls on his seat belt and starts the truck. Moving it away from the curb he starts to drive for home, glancing at her and frowning under his mask, wishing he could somehow make her feel better.
The whole time he was taking her down to his truck, she really couldn't think. She was thinking, but she wasn't coming up with answers. Automatically she leans against him in the elevator and feels a loss when he pulls away.... Climbing into the truck, she looks at him as he speaks. "Shock?" She takes a deep breath. "Yeah, but I should have known. He was always like this. So demanding." She moves over in the truck so that she is sitting next to him, needing that comfort at the moment, she leans her head on his shoulder and stares out the window as they take off. "I can't live there anymore, Kane. I will have to find someplace else to live." As she talks, her voice is soft, almost emotionless. "It holds too many memories for me." She shakes her head slightly, getting a whiff of his cologne she rests her forehead against his shoulder, her voice lower now, but still dead. "Looks like I have to get more then just an apartment. He pretty much trashed all my clothes too. And the TV..." she shrugs, then lets out a humorless laugh. "Funny thing, it was HIS TV. Guess he forgot that. But it was my bear..." Silent tears wet his shoulder as she sits there, no longer looking out the window at where they were going. "I could go live with my mother for awhile I suppose. She isn't too far from here." She feels a sob wrenched through her body and she can't talk any longer, she just sits there, leaning heavily against him, crying silently.
He drives with one hand again, putting his other arm around her shoulders and holds her close. It felt good to hold her. Right somehow. He hated to see her in so much pain though. When she speaks he just listens, unless asked a question. When she speaks of needing to find some place else he suddenly feels worried. If she went away. "Why don't you just stay with me till you find a new place? I mean.....I have a ton of room. And tomorrow you and I could go find you some clothes. Be like your Christmas present "
She glances up at him, and thinks about that a moment. She could do that, stay with him. Maybe it would be.... "Actually, Kane, it would probably be wise to. I mean," she looks out the window again, "when he finds out that I am staying there... I mean, I don't know." She sighs deeply. "I am sure that he will be around and all that." She starts to chew on her bottom lip. "You think he wasn't happy today... If he finds out I am staying with you..." She shivers at the thought. "I may not be safe." The last is said softly, almost as an after thought, not really meant for him to hear. "Christmas?" She had forgotten about that, and then she remembers they hadn't even gotten a tree yet. They were supposed to get one, last week, but he kept making excuses. So she didn't have a tree, even though she wanted one. She wondered if the box with the bulbs and stuff had been trashed... it was all in the... SHED!
"Oh no." she groans and shakes her head, "I had stuff in the shed. There is an apartment shed that you can use..." sighs deeply. "I hope he forgot about that...." Her voice once more trails off. She had never coward before him, but that only made his temper worse at times. He kept saying he was sorry. He kept saying he wasn't cheating, that he would make everything up to her. He kept telling her a lot of things that she knew she couldn't trust.... Could she trust Kane? Her eyes go to his face. He had let her see it before... that he taken trust. She still didn't see why he hated to be seen. She hoped he would trust her again when they got to his place and didn't wear that godawful mask while around his own home. That would make her feel even worse, as she knew he probably didn't. It couldn't smell too great. Leather and sweat didn't mix well. She reaches up and lightly runs a finger along the exposed part of his jaw, tenderly, softly, watching him.
He shivers slightly as he feels her touch again. Usually when a woman touched him he would pull away, but for some reason he didn't want to do that with Lita. Maybe he was getting soft. He pulls into the driveway of his home, stopping the truck by the house and shutting it off, he then turns and looks at her. "You'll be safe here." He cracks a smile. "I've got a good security system." He reaches out and lightly touches her cheek with his gloved hand this time, doing it out of habit since he was right handed. "Don't worry. Tonight you can just relax. Tomorrow we'll get you all settled in. You can even help me go find a tree. Seeing as I haven't gotten around to that yet." Usually he didn't decorate for celebrate Christmas, seeing as almost every single one he's ever had was a disaster. But he knew that it might help Lita so he was willing to try anything.
He turns and opens the door, climbing out the driver's side and then helping her out of the truck. He walks up to the front door of his home and unlocks it, but doesn't open it. Still holding her hand he turns and looks at her. "You might want to get behind me. They can be a little rowdy when they first see me." At her questioning look he smiles. "You do like dogs right?" He then opens the door, letting all 5 dogs out. They jump and run around them, stopping once or twice to sniff at Lita before finally listening to their master. He watches as all 5 dogs sit down on the porch and wait.
"They're nice. Won't hurt anyone unless told to or forced to." He grins and gestures to the dogs. "My security system. They'll look after you." He then whistles and all the dogs get up and move into the house. He follows behind them, stopping once he and Lita are in the house, he turns and closes the door, locking it. Then, purely out of habit, he pulls off his mask and tosses it onto the bench by the door. He had learned that he didn't need to wear his mask when he was at home. There was no one there to make fun of him. He just didn't have any mirrors. At least not in any room he ever went into. He turns and looks at Lita, wondering briefly why he didn't want to put his mask back on in her presence. He assumed it probably had something to do with the fact that she didn't seem scared of him. He smiles at her. "Want a tour?"
Being tackled by the dogs wasn't a problem, she was used to large animals. But one of them unfortunately jumped on her back and on the bruise, reminding her painfully that it was there. She turns her head quickly to see if Kane was watching, hoping that he hadn't noticed her wince in pain. When he does ask her about the dogs, she shakes her head. "No, don't mind large animals. I work with wrestlers, remember?" She was glad that he had taken the mask off, it did make her feel more welcome then to have him running around with it on. She stands there, looking around, then back at him. "Sure." She nods slightly. "Might as well." Once again she walks over to him and slips her hand into his left one, liking the feel of his strong fingers threading with hers. It dawns on her that she feels safe here and a soft smile plays at her lips.
He smiles, glad she wasn't afraid of his dogs. Most women, most people actually, were. Which is why they were his security system. He had meant it when he had said that she would be safe here. Those dogs wouldn't let Matt anywhere near her. He holds her hand in his and starts walking around the 5-bedroom 2-bath ranch home. Actually it was a 3 bathroom but he didn't really count the small room by the living room a bathroom. It only had a toilet and sink. He finishes off the tour by showing her the room she'll be staying in. "And you can stay in here. I know it's not much but you're welcome to decorate it any way you want. My room is just 2 doors down the hall to your right and the main bathroom is next to this room." He looks at her. "I need to make a call." He had caught a message from Sara on the fridge and knowing how the woman worried about him he wanted to get back to her before she called the cops and reported him missing. "You can stay here or you can come with me if you want."
She walks around with him, admiring the house. It was nice. Not really really clean, but nice. Men... She smiles as he leads her into the bedroom. "No, if I start to decorate, then I might not want to leave." Her head swivels sharply at his question and her hand tightens in his. "No!" She pauses. "I mean, no, if you don't mind.... I will come with you." She felt safer. "Besides, nothing really to do in here but sleep." And she was afraid of what she would dream about when she finally did sleep. But she didn't think she would be getting much sleep now... She just didn't want to be left alone yet.
He smiles and nods. He really hadn't wanted to leave her alone just yet. He leaves the room and heads back to the kitchen. As he walks into the room he grabs the phone off the wall and takes it over to the table. After she has a seat he sits down in the chair next to her and dials his brother's number. He waits a minute before the machine comes on. He sighs and RHE. He absolutely hated answering machines. "Uh.....yeah it's me. Just wanted to let Sara know I'm home and safe. So she doesn't have to come over." He switches off the phone and looks at Lita. "Hungry? Cause I can order in something. Maybe some pizza or chinese food or something?" He then smiles at her. "Anything you want."
She listens to the call, smiling. "I take it Sara worries about you?" She reaches over and slides her fingers through his. "Does she have a reason to?" She gets up, looking around. "Um, I could cook something...." She opens the fridge and looks inside, then laughs, closing it. "Or not." Shaking her head, she walks back over to him. "You don't cook much?" She gets right up next to him, smiling down into his face, her eyes caressing his face as she looks at him, then her smile leaves and her face becomes serious. "Thank you, Kane." And she leans down and kisses him softly.
He smiles and shrugs. "She just likes to mother me." He watches her get up and walk over to the fridge, wincing as she opens it and sees the little there was in it. He smiles sheepishly and again shrugs. "It's not much fun cooking for one. Whenever I am hungry I either get delivery or some conveyance food. You'll see the freezer is full of stuff." He smiles and watches her walk back over to him, then tilts his head as she thanks him. "For wh..." he is cut off as she kisses him and can't help but groan softly. He wasn't used to any of this. Sure he'd had relationships before, just not in a long time.
She pulls back from the kiss and smiles softly at him. "For being here for me. You didn't have to be." She caresses his cheek softly. "Most men wouldn't want to even get in the middle of all this." She shakes her head. "I know that it won't be easy on me to do all this... and you are still sitting here. You even asked me if I wanted to stay here. "she chews on her bottom lip" I need to tell you something.... "she takes a deep breath and pulls back from him. "I am not a weak person. Really I am not. But sometimes, men... well... Matt, he would get mad and hit me." Her eyes search his and she rushes on before he can speak. "Oh he never really beat me or anything, he would just be 'wrestling' and hit harder then he should. Usually when he was upset at something. I don't think he did it on purpose." She doesn't know if he did or not, as he was always sorry when they would find a new bruise that had nothing to do with the show. "But I wanted you to know, I am not afraid of you. I mean, Kane, that I feel safe here. With you. For some reason, I know you won't hurt me."
He watches her, not saying a word till she is finished. When she speaks of getting hit, even if it wasn't intentional, he can't help but feel his anger rising again. But he didn't want to get angry with her around. No he'd save that for whenever he was alone with Matt. He nods, watching her. "I know you're strong." He smiles. "Not many woman would have the guts to try their finishing move on me." He nods again. "I would never hurt you. I don't like hurting women." He holds his hand up, "Tori isn't a woman," snorts. "She's as bad as Stephanie McMahon." He rubs at his throat. It was hurting a little. That always happened when he talked too much. But he really didn't mind. He liked talking with Lita. She listened to him and acted interested in what he had to say. "Anyway, lets not dwell on it tonight. How about we order some food and see what is on PPV?" he asks, getting a nod from her.