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-March 2009, London, England-
She wiped at her eyes, cursing every tear that fell and every damn sob that escaped her lips. She couldn't believe she'd let him reduce her to this...to some helpless, crying wreck.
"He's never going to hurt you again,"
Sobbing once more, she looked up at the woman seated next to her. The woman who was her best friend, her only friend, and the woman who'd saved her from him.
"How do you know that?" She asked, the tiniest hint of hope in her words, her big blue eyes shining.
The other woman sat in silence for a while, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her long dark hair. She could answer her friend's question easy enough, but didn't want to put any more pressure on the girl...not yet.
"Michelle? Answer me?" the teary-eyed woman demanded.
"I...um...I don't know." Michelle shrugged, studying her friend's appearance; messy blonde hair that hung just above her shoulders, red-rimmed eyes, pale skin, and her lip was bleeding from where he'd struck her.
"So that's it then...we have nothing left." The blond sighed miserably; "we can't go back to work, not after..."
"The asshole fired us on the way out,"
"At least you got a chance to punch him before he left," She said, smiling for the first time since her friend had arrived.
"Yeah, well nobody hurts my best friend and gets away with it." Michelle smiled back, glad to see that the blond was livening up a little.
"But we'll have to leave here, because you know what he's like, he'll want to hurt us, I just know it," The woman spoke, and Michelle had to tell her to breathe before she gave herself a panic attack.
"Eve I-"
"Don't call me that anymore." The blonde snapped, taking in her friend's surprised look.
Michelle's eyes suddenly gleamed with something they hadn't done for a long time...fire and energy...a lost life.
"So what do you want me to call you?" She asked, feeling the excitement building up inside her...
"You can call me by my real name, if you haven't forgotten it," She smiled slightly, just eyeing the other woman's reaction to what she'd said.
"Of course I haven't forgotten your name," Michelle said, rolling her eyes and letting out a small laugh. Then she sighed, "But are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to go back?"
The blonde thought for a moment. She could go back, she could be the same person that she was six years ago...that same lonely person, who had nothing to lose, simply because she had nothing at all. Or she could go back and she could be stronger, she could be happy, and she could have what she'd wanted for so long...revenge.
"Only if you come back with me,"
Michelle smiled and nodded, "Did you really have to ask? Of course I'll go back. I miss that place like crazy."
"I bet a lot of things have changed though,"
"Yeah, there'll probably be different wrestlers, different referees, and different announcers..." Michelle, pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and stood to her feet. She reached a hand down to help up the slightly younger woman.
"We haven't changed though," the blond shrugged, and the brunette smiled back.
"Well if you don't count appearances, then no, we haven't." She said.
"So this is it then, we are definitely going home,"
Michelle nodded, "yeah, we're definitely going home, Stephanie."
The blonde's eyes widened at the use of her real name. She hadn't been called that in six years and it was so strange to hear her friend say it. "Okay Lita," She smiled, "Home it is then."
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-March 2009, London, England-
She wiped at her eyes, cursing every tear that fell and every damn sob that escaped her lips. She couldn't believe she'd let him reduce her to this...to some helpless, crying wreck.
"He's never going to hurt you again,"
Sobbing once more, she looked up at the woman seated next to her. The woman who was her best friend, her only friend, and the woman who'd saved her from him.
"How do you know that?" She asked, the tiniest hint of hope in her words, her big blue eyes shining.
The other woman sat in silence for a while, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her long dark hair. She could answer her friend's question easy enough, but didn't want to put any more pressure on the girl...not yet.
"Michelle? Answer me?" the teary-eyed woman demanded.
"I...um...I don't know." Michelle shrugged, studying her friend's appearance; messy blonde hair that hung just above her shoulders, red-rimmed eyes, pale skin, and her lip was bleeding from where he'd struck her.
"So that's it then...we have nothing left." The blond sighed miserably; "we can't go back to work, not after..."
"The asshole fired us on the way out,"
"At least you got a chance to punch him before he left," She said, smiling for the first time since her friend had arrived.
"Yeah, well nobody hurts my best friend and gets away with it." Michelle smiled back, glad to see that the blond was livening up a little.
"But we'll have to leave here, because you know what he's like, he'll want to hurt us, I just know it," The woman spoke, and Michelle had to tell her to breathe before she gave herself a panic attack.
"Eve I-"
"Don't call me that anymore." The blonde snapped, taking in her friend's surprised look.
Michelle's eyes suddenly gleamed with something they hadn't done for a long time...fire and energy...a lost life.
"So what do you want me to call you?" She asked, feeling the excitement building up inside her...
"You can call me by my real name, if you haven't forgotten it," She smiled slightly, just eyeing the other woman's reaction to what she'd said.
"Of course I haven't forgotten your name," Michelle said, rolling her eyes and letting out a small laugh. Then she sighed, "But are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to go back?"
The blonde thought for a moment. She could go back, she could be the same person that she was six years ago...that same lonely person, who had nothing to lose, simply because she had nothing at all. Or she could go back and she could be stronger, she could be happy, and she could have what she'd wanted for so long...revenge.
"Only if you come back with me,"
Michelle smiled and nodded, "Did you really have to ask? Of course I'll go back. I miss that place like crazy."
"I bet a lot of things have changed though,"
"Yeah, there'll probably be different wrestlers, different referees, and different announcers..." Michelle, pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and stood to her feet. She reached a hand down to help up the slightly younger woman.
"We haven't changed though," the blond shrugged, and the brunette smiled back.
"Well if you don't count appearances, then no, we haven't." She said.
"So this is it then, we are definitely going home,"
Michelle nodded, "yeah, we're definitely going home, Stephanie."
The blonde's eyes widened at the use of her real name. She hadn't been called that in six years and it was so strange to hear her friend say it. "Okay Lita," She smiled, "Home it is then."
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