::I don't own Chris Jericho (Irvine), Lita (Amy Dumas), or Edge (Adam Copeland.) They own themselves and WWE and Vince McMahon own the characters. This is all fiction.
*~*Afraid to Breathe*~*
*~*Chapter 5*~*
Amy smiled to herself, despite the pain in her face. She'd finally admitted it to herself: she needed to leave Chris.
Her only dilemma was that she didn't know how she was going to get out. If she ever left Chris, he'd just come get and that would be that. Maybe she should tell Adam… no, he and Chris were best friends, they were almost like brothers. He wouldn't believe her.
There was always Trish. Trish would most likely believe her. But she couldn't burden her with that. It was her problem; she needed to deal with it.
"What do I do?" Amy quietly asked herself in the bathroom. She sat in silence, as if waiting for a response. When none came, she picked up her head, her eyes scanning the room for a way to escape. Then she found it, her only way out…
The window.
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"So, when's Amy getting home?" Adam questioned, his gray eyes focused on his fellow Canadian friend. Adam couldn't believe that Amy wasn't already home. Her and Chris were normally joined at the hip, and it normally bothered him, though he didn't know why. It had just been so long and he missed his redheaded friend.
"I dunno." Chris replied nonchalantly. "She didn't say. It could be late though."
"Oh." Adam responded, almost sadly. "I guess I won't get to see her then. I gotta get going soon."
"Aw." Chris replied sympathetically, faking sadness. "I'll make sure I tell her you were here. She'll be mad she missed you. I'll have her call you or something."
"Alright man, thanks." Adam gave Chris a smile, then turned to leave, not noticing the big, fake smile Chris wore on his face.
*~*~*~*~*
Amy stood outside in the dark, plotting out how she was going to escape. She was lucky Chris hadn't heard her yet. She'd climbed out the window slowly, seeing as how she didn't want to make any noise that Chris might hear.
She nearly jumped a foot in the air when she heard a car starting up. Adam! Adam was leaving! Maybe she should tell Adam about everything. Maybe she should leave with him. Adam wouldn't let Chris hurt her anymore. Adam would keep her safe.
Amy ran over to the driveway just in time to see Adam drive away. Her heart sunk, her hope fading away. Where could she go? It was late at night and her only choices were to run away or go back in the house. That house… no, she couldn't do it.
"I can't." She whispered, tears forming in her eyes yet again. She couldn't believe how much she'd been crying lately. She was so damn tired of crying. The only way she could be free and feel safe was when she was without Chris. And that meant she had to leave.
Looking out into the night, Amy finally made her decision and started walking forward. She knew that the closet place to her and Chris's was Trish's house. She *had* to go there. Trish would help her…
She hoped.
*~*~*~*~*
"Amy, what are you doing here?"
Amy looked up at Trish with tears in her eyes. "Can… can I stay here?" She questioned, her teeth clattering together from the cold. When she first started walking, she wasn't that cold, she figured she could deal… but now, the cold was almost unbearable, she wasn't even sure she was going to make it to Trish's. But she had, and now she just hoped she wouldn't have to explain everything to Trish. Trish was Chris's friend too; she didn't want to ruin that.
She hated that about Chris. He was such an amazing friend, but such a horrible boyfriend.
"Of course you can stay here. What were you doing out though?"
"I… um… my car broke down." She lied, feeling horrible for not telling her best friend the truth. "I was on my way home and it just died."
"Aw Ames, I'm sorry. Yeah, you can stay. Come on in. I don't want you to freeze to death."
"Thanks." Amy said with a smile, rubbing her palms over her upper arms in an attempt to warm herself.
"Do you want me to call Chris and let him know you're here?"
"No!" Amy yelled, too quickly. "I mean, I'll call him a little later."
"Alright." Trish agreed. "I'll go make you up a bed and I'll make some hot chocolate, just go ahead and get comfortable."
"Thanks." Amy said gratefully, giving the blonde a hug.
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"Ok Ames, here's the hot chocolate and I made up a bed for you too."
"Thanks so much Trish, it means a lot to me."
"No problem." Trish replied with a bright smile. "So… you wanna do something? Like, watch a movie?"
"Sure." Amy agreed, settling in on the couch with her hot chocolate.
Trish stood up and grabbed a DVD, which turned out to be Friday the 13th, a favorite of both of them. Trish had just put the DVD in when her doorbell rang.
Amy watched tentatively as Trish walked up to the door and opened it, smiling at the person behind it. "Amy, someone's here to see you."
Amy stood up, her knees shaking. She didn't want to see who was here for her, but she couldn't just not get up. She walked slowly to the door, taking deep breaths as she walked. When she finally approached the door, she looked at the person outside and gasped.
"Adam." She breathed, shocked.
"Yeah." Adam replied, his face full of worry. "I need to talk to you… I know about everything."
A/N: Hm… I've got some new ideas about this, so I'm gonna work them into the story. I hope you guys like it. R&R!!
Other A/N: This has nothing to do with my story but tomorrow is Edge's birthday~!! Happy birthday Edge!! :)Nicole***
