Disclaimer:: I don't own Amy Dumas, Adam Copeland, Chris Jericho, Trish
Stratus, or anyone else mentioned in this story. They own themselves. This
is just a work of fiction.
*~*Afraid to Breathe*~* *~*Chapter 6*~*
"You know everything?" Amy questioned, raising an eyebrow. If Adam really did know *everything*, it could be a good thing. Adam could help her with her Chris problems. He could save her. But, what if he thought it was Amy's fault? Then she was *really* screwed.
Adam nodded. "You and Chris had a fight, right?"
Amy's head shot up. She tried to hide her shocked look. "Um... a fight... yeah."
Adam gave her a worried look. "Well, how bad was it?"
Amy shrugged. "Uh... pretty bad." That was technically the truth. Every fight they had was pretty bad... well, more than pretty bad. But, she wasn't lying to Adam, she just wasn't telling him the whole truth.
"Well, I'm sure everything will be fine," He replied, placing a hand on Amy's shoulder. Amy tried not to wince, feeling that there was a bruise right under his hand. She hoped Adam hadn't noticed her wince. He hadn't... she didn't think.
"Yeah, fine."
"Maybe you should go back home," Adam suggested.
Amy gave him an unreadable look. She couldn't believe he was serious. But, then again, he didn't know what was going on. It didn't know all the hell Chris had put her through. All he wanted was for his friends to get back together, and be the perfect couple he once knew. Well, that couple was dead... it was just that Chris liked to pretend that they were alive and well.
"I don't think I should go back home, Adam," Amy replied quietly, focusing her gaze on her shoes.
"Why not?" Adam questioned, focusing his eyes on the pretty redhead.
Amy shrugged slightly. "Chris is pretty mad right now... and I think it would be best to let him calm down for a while." Or a month. She knew how dangerous Chris was when he was mad and/or drunk. If she were to go home now, she might not make it until the morning.
"How about I go talk to him?" Adam asked, raising any eyebrow. "I mean, we're good friends, I'm sure I can calm him down... or at least try to understand his side of things. I'll make sure he's calmed down, then you can go home."
"Adam.. I don't think it's a good idea. Chris was really mad when I left. I'll let him calm down, and then I'll go home tomorrow. I mean, as long as Trish lets me stay here tonight."
"Yeah, you can stay," A soft voice said. Both Adam and Amy turned around to find Trish standing behind them. "I can make you up a bed."
"Are you sure?" Amy questioned.
Trish nodded. "Yeah, I'll go grab some blankets. You guys can go in the living room if you want."
Adam led Amy into the living room, sitting down beside her on the couch. "Are you okay?"
Amy nodded as she stared at her hands. "I'm okay."
"You just look really shaken up," He explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I don't think you have any reason to be afraid of Chris. He's a really good guy."
"Yeah, a great guy," Amy replied, rolling her eyes. She couldn't believe how much Chris had Adam and everyone else wrapped around his finger. They thought he was some sort of God. She couldn't comprehend how he could be so nice and kind around his friends, then turn so vicious and violent when the two of them were alone. Maybe she had done something wrong... something to make him so angry around him. Or maybe there was just something wrong with him. "Adam, why are you so intent on helping me and Chris work things out?"
Adam looked surprised at the question. "Well, uh," He began, running a hand through his long blonde hair. "You guys are a great couple, and I don't want to see either of you upset."
"But..." Amy began, only to be cut off by Trish's voice.
"Adam!" She yelled. "Can you help me get these blankets?"
"I'll be right back," He said, patting Amy on the knee.
Amy sat quietly, her head in her hands. She was trying not to cry. If Adam walked in while she was crying, he would know there was something big going on. He would know that it wasn't just some normal couple's spat. He would know it was serious. But, it *was* serious. Chris had been hurting her... mentally *and* physically. Why she hadn't told anyone about what was going on, she didn't know. She guessed that she had been trying to protect Chris, but he didn't deserve her protection. Maybe it would be better if she just told Adam or Trish what was going on. If she just explained everything, maybe they would help her. But, maybe they wouldn't. If she told, it could just get worse. Adam might not believe her. Chris might tell him that Amy was just saying it because she was angry. It would make sense.
"Ames, I'm back," She heard Adam say as he sat back down on the couch. She lifted her head slowly, sniffling quietly. She looked at the blankets in Adam's hand.
"Where's Trish?"
"Uh... she's not here," Adam replied.
Amy's eyes widened as they met Adam's. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Adam, where did she go?"
"It's not a big deal, Ames," He said, reaching out to grab her hand. Amy pulled away.
"Adam, please tell me where she went," Amy said again, standing up.
Adam noticed how she was raising her voice, and it scared him. "Amy, it's not a big deal. She just went to go visit someone."
"Adam, this isn't a joke. Where did Trish go?"
Adam gave her another confused look. "Um... she said she wanted to help you. So... she went to visit Chris."
"Adam, we have to go get her. She isn't safe," Grabbing Adam's hand, Amy pulled him off the couch as she quickly made her way to the door.
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I know it's been a REALLY long time since I've updated.. and I'm sorry. I didn't have any idea where to go with this story, but now I think I have a good idea. So, I'm sorry... but to those of you who are still reading, let me know what you think. Thanks! ~Nic~
*~*Afraid to Breathe*~* *~*Chapter 6*~*
"You know everything?" Amy questioned, raising an eyebrow. If Adam really did know *everything*, it could be a good thing. Adam could help her with her Chris problems. He could save her. But, what if he thought it was Amy's fault? Then she was *really* screwed.
Adam nodded. "You and Chris had a fight, right?"
Amy's head shot up. She tried to hide her shocked look. "Um... a fight... yeah."
Adam gave her a worried look. "Well, how bad was it?"
Amy shrugged. "Uh... pretty bad." That was technically the truth. Every fight they had was pretty bad... well, more than pretty bad. But, she wasn't lying to Adam, she just wasn't telling him the whole truth.
"Well, I'm sure everything will be fine," He replied, placing a hand on Amy's shoulder. Amy tried not to wince, feeling that there was a bruise right under his hand. She hoped Adam hadn't noticed her wince. He hadn't... she didn't think.
"Yeah, fine."
"Maybe you should go back home," Adam suggested.
Amy gave him an unreadable look. She couldn't believe he was serious. But, then again, he didn't know what was going on. It didn't know all the hell Chris had put her through. All he wanted was for his friends to get back together, and be the perfect couple he once knew. Well, that couple was dead... it was just that Chris liked to pretend that they were alive and well.
"I don't think I should go back home, Adam," Amy replied quietly, focusing her gaze on her shoes.
"Why not?" Adam questioned, focusing his eyes on the pretty redhead.
Amy shrugged slightly. "Chris is pretty mad right now... and I think it would be best to let him calm down for a while." Or a month. She knew how dangerous Chris was when he was mad and/or drunk. If she were to go home now, she might not make it until the morning.
"How about I go talk to him?" Adam asked, raising any eyebrow. "I mean, we're good friends, I'm sure I can calm him down... or at least try to understand his side of things. I'll make sure he's calmed down, then you can go home."
"Adam.. I don't think it's a good idea. Chris was really mad when I left. I'll let him calm down, and then I'll go home tomorrow. I mean, as long as Trish lets me stay here tonight."
"Yeah, you can stay," A soft voice said. Both Adam and Amy turned around to find Trish standing behind them. "I can make you up a bed."
"Are you sure?" Amy questioned.
Trish nodded. "Yeah, I'll go grab some blankets. You guys can go in the living room if you want."
Adam led Amy into the living room, sitting down beside her on the couch. "Are you okay?"
Amy nodded as she stared at her hands. "I'm okay."
"You just look really shaken up," He explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I don't think you have any reason to be afraid of Chris. He's a really good guy."
"Yeah, a great guy," Amy replied, rolling her eyes. She couldn't believe how much Chris had Adam and everyone else wrapped around his finger. They thought he was some sort of God. She couldn't comprehend how he could be so nice and kind around his friends, then turn so vicious and violent when the two of them were alone. Maybe she had done something wrong... something to make him so angry around him. Or maybe there was just something wrong with him. "Adam, why are you so intent on helping me and Chris work things out?"
Adam looked surprised at the question. "Well, uh," He began, running a hand through his long blonde hair. "You guys are a great couple, and I don't want to see either of you upset."
"But..." Amy began, only to be cut off by Trish's voice.
"Adam!" She yelled. "Can you help me get these blankets?"
"I'll be right back," He said, patting Amy on the knee.
Amy sat quietly, her head in her hands. She was trying not to cry. If Adam walked in while she was crying, he would know there was something big going on. He would know that it wasn't just some normal couple's spat. He would know it was serious. But, it *was* serious. Chris had been hurting her... mentally *and* physically. Why she hadn't told anyone about what was going on, she didn't know. She guessed that she had been trying to protect Chris, but he didn't deserve her protection. Maybe it would be better if she just told Adam or Trish what was going on. If she just explained everything, maybe they would help her. But, maybe they wouldn't. If she told, it could just get worse. Adam might not believe her. Chris might tell him that Amy was just saying it because she was angry. It would make sense.
"Ames, I'm back," She heard Adam say as he sat back down on the couch. She lifted her head slowly, sniffling quietly. She looked at the blankets in Adam's hand.
"Where's Trish?"
"Uh... she's not here," Adam replied.
Amy's eyes widened as they met Adam's. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Adam, where did she go?"
"It's not a big deal, Ames," He said, reaching out to grab her hand. Amy pulled away.
"Adam, please tell me where she went," Amy said again, standing up.
Adam noticed how she was raising her voice, and it scared him. "Amy, it's not a big deal. She just went to go visit someone."
"Adam, this isn't a joke. Where did Trish go?"
Adam gave her another confused look. "Um... she said she wanted to help you. So... she went to visit Chris."
"Adam, we have to go get her. She isn't safe," Grabbing Adam's hand, Amy pulled him off the couch as she quickly made her way to the door.
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I know it's been a REALLY long time since I've updated.. and I'm sorry. I didn't have any idea where to go with this story, but now I think I have a good idea. So, I'm sorry... but to those of you who are still reading, let me know what you think. Thanks! ~Nic~
