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 7*~*
"What do you mean 'she isn't safe?'" Adam questioned, confusion showing in his gray eyes.
Amy sighed. "It's a long story, Adam, but Trish isn't safe with Chris. We need to get to her now." Turning around, Amy started to walk out the door, only to be stopped by Adam.
"Amy, why don't you think Trish is safe? Because Chris is upset? He would never do anything to hurt her, or you for that matter. I know my best friend, he's a good guy."
"You don't know him like you think you do," Amy muttered, hoping Adam hadn't heard her. When he didn't say anything, she came to the conclusion that he hadn't heard anything. Obviously, he believed that Chris was a great guy, just like everyone else. Maybe it was good that no one knew about what *really* happened in their relationship, becaue, knowing Chris' reputation, Amy would be the one blamed for everything that Chris had done. She didn't think she could handle that.
"Amy, why don't we just call Trish's cell? Then you can talk to her and she can assure you that she's okay."
Amy vehemently shook her head. "No, I want to go over there and get her. I need to know that she's fine. I don't want her with Chris." She sighed, noticing the look on Adam's face. He was obviously thinking that she was crazy. But, she wasn't the crazy one, Chris was. And as much as she didn't want to see him ever again, she knew she had to. She had to get Trish out of there. Trish and Adam didn't know how crazy Chris was, and how dangerous and sadistic he could get. No one was safe with him. And the worst part was that Trish had no clue. She was totally oblivious to Chris' other side. She just thought of him as the sweet guy she'd known for years.
"Amy, what is wrong with you?" Adam questioned, looking at her skeptically. "Chris is your boyfriend, and he's a great guy... why don't you want Trish talking to him? They *are* friends."
Amy sighed. "Adam, you don't get it," She explained. "We just really need to get to Trish. Please, please go with me on this."
Still confused, Adam relented. "Fine, fine, let's go. But, I really want you to explain this to me."
"I will," Amy replied, muttering the final part, "Someday", under her breath.
Not hearing her, Adam opened the door, letting Amy out first. He followed closely behind her and quickly got to the car.
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As soon as Adam stopped in front of Chris', Amy jumped out of the car and made a mad dash for the door. Adam followed closely behind her. Not hesitating, Amy reached for the doorknob, noticing that the door was locked. She quickly started pounding her fists into the door.
"Ames, calm down," Adam said quietly, taking Amy's hands in his own to prevent her from hitting the door anymore.
A few seconds later, the door opened and Chris stood before them. "Guys, what..."
Before he could finish, Amy pushed past him and ran into the house. "Trish?"
Giving Adam a confused look, Chris questioned, "What's wrong with her?"
Adam shrugged, not wanting to tell Chris what Amy had said to him. She'd basically insinuated that Chris wasn't a safe person to be with. Adam couldn't tell his best friend that his own girlfriend had something like that about him. "I dunno, man, she's being really weird, though."
Still looking confused, Chris backed up a little, letting Adam enter the house before he shut the door behind him.
"Trish?" The men heard Amy call again.
"Amy? I'm right here," Another voice, obviously Trish's, called out.
The two men walked into the living room, just in time to see Amy run to Trish and pull her into an embrace.
"Ames? What's wrong?" Trish asked, giving Adam and Chris confused looks, to which they both shrugged.
"I just needed to know that you were okay," Amy explained, pulling away from her best friend.
"Okay?"
"Amy, what's gotten into you?" Chris questioned, reaching out to touch his girlfriend's shoulder.
"Don't touch me," Amy warned, pulling away quickly.
Trish, Adam, and Chris all wore shocked expressions at their friend's attitude towards Chris.
"Amy, what's the matter?" Trish asked, looking from Amy to Chris.
"Yeah, Amy, what *is* the matter?" Chris questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Don't fucking play, Chris," Amy replied, her eyes dark. "I can't do this anymore, I need to get out of here. I just needed to know that you were okay, Trish."
As she started to walk past him, Chris grabbed her by the arm, twirling her around to face him. "Amy, baby, what's wrong?" He asked again, reaching his hand up to touch her hair.
Amy viciously pulled away, starting to walk away again. Chris just reached back out and grabbed her arm, a hurt look on his face.
"Baby..."
"Guys, we'll be in the kitchen," Trish said, grabbing Adam by the arm and walking out of the room.
The hurt expression on Chris' face disappeared after his two fellow Canadians had left the room. "Think your plan is gonna work, Amy? It won't. Tell them if you want. Break up with me. It'll do you no good, no good at all. They think I'm an amazing guy, and their feelings won't change. They'll just think you're a psychopath, which isn't far from the truth."
The look on Amy's face got darker. "You're an asshole, Chris. They'll believe me once they know the truth about you. Once they see the bruises on me, they'll know what you've been doing to me. They'll know what an abusive son of a bitch you truly are. You'll be caught, and you'll get what you deserve... jail time."
Chris let out a deep, almost evil laugh. "Amy, please, think about this. After tonight, both Adam and Trish think you're insane. Telling them that I beat you is just going to add to that. They know you're mad at me, and they'll ust think that you're trying to get back at me. You got yourself into this situation, sweetheart, congratulations."
Closing her eyes, Amy took a deep breath. Part of what Chris was saying sounded right. But, she just *had* to tell Trish and Adam what Chris had been doing to her. She couldn't live with it anymore. She couldn't live with him, the abuse, the insults, everything. She wouldn't be able to live through it for another night. Trish and Chris had to know. "They'll believe me," She quietly told Chris.
Chris chuckled again, shaking his head. "If you're so sure, go ahead and tell them."
"Uh, guys... is it okay for us to come back out?" Trish questioned, poking her head back in the door. "We were gonna get going, and we wanted to say bye."
"Yeah, come on in," Chris replied, smiling again. He opened his arms to Trish embracing her quickly.
Adam walked in soon after, running his hand through his hair. "We should be going, we hope you two work everything out."
"Wait, Adam, Trish, don't go."
Both Canadians turned their heads to look at Amy, curious as to what she had to say.
"I... I have to tell you both something..."
"What is it?" Trish questioned, a curious look on her face.
"Well, um..."
Shaking his head, Chris couldn't help but smirk. Amy was about to prove to Adam and Trish just how crazy she was.
"Well?" Adam asked, looking down at his watch.
Amy sighed before continuing. "I have to tell you something about me and Chris. You see, I..."
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Cliffhanger!!! LOL. Will Amy tell them? Hmmm.. Lemme know what you think!
*~*Afraid to Breathe*~* *~*Chapter 7*~*
"What do you mean 'she isn't safe?'" Adam questioned, confusion showing in his gray eyes.
Amy sighed. "It's a long story, Adam, but Trish isn't safe with Chris. We need to get to her now." Turning around, Amy started to walk out the door, only to be stopped by Adam.
"Amy, why don't you think Trish is safe? Because Chris is upset? He would never do anything to hurt her, or you for that matter. I know my best friend, he's a good guy."
"You don't know him like you think you do," Amy muttered, hoping Adam hadn't heard her. When he didn't say anything, she came to the conclusion that he hadn't heard anything. Obviously, he believed that Chris was a great guy, just like everyone else. Maybe it was good that no one knew about what *really* happened in their relationship, becaue, knowing Chris' reputation, Amy would be the one blamed for everything that Chris had done. She didn't think she could handle that.
"Amy, why don't we just call Trish's cell? Then you can talk to her and she can assure you that she's okay."
Amy vehemently shook her head. "No, I want to go over there and get her. I need to know that she's fine. I don't want her with Chris." She sighed, noticing the look on Adam's face. He was obviously thinking that she was crazy. But, she wasn't the crazy one, Chris was. And as much as she didn't want to see him ever again, she knew she had to. She had to get Trish out of there. Trish and Adam didn't know how crazy Chris was, and how dangerous and sadistic he could get. No one was safe with him. And the worst part was that Trish had no clue. She was totally oblivious to Chris' other side. She just thought of him as the sweet guy she'd known for years.
"Amy, what is wrong with you?" Adam questioned, looking at her skeptically. "Chris is your boyfriend, and he's a great guy... why don't you want Trish talking to him? They *are* friends."
Amy sighed. "Adam, you don't get it," She explained. "We just really need to get to Trish. Please, please go with me on this."
Still confused, Adam relented. "Fine, fine, let's go. But, I really want you to explain this to me."
"I will," Amy replied, muttering the final part, "Someday", under her breath.
Not hearing her, Adam opened the door, letting Amy out first. He followed closely behind her and quickly got to the car.
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As soon as Adam stopped in front of Chris', Amy jumped out of the car and made a mad dash for the door. Adam followed closely behind her. Not hesitating, Amy reached for the doorknob, noticing that the door was locked. She quickly started pounding her fists into the door.
"Ames, calm down," Adam said quietly, taking Amy's hands in his own to prevent her from hitting the door anymore.
A few seconds later, the door opened and Chris stood before them. "Guys, what..."
Before he could finish, Amy pushed past him and ran into the house. "Trish?"
Giving Adam a confused look, Chris questioned, "What's wrong with her?"
Adam shrugged, not wanting to tell Chris what Amy had said to him. She'd basically insinuated that Chris wasn't a safe person to be with. Adam couldn't tell his best friend that his own girlfriend had something like that about him. "I dunno, man, she's being really weird, though."
Still looking confused, Chris backed up a little, letting Adam enter the house before he shut the door behind him.
"Trish?" The men heard Amy call again.
"Amy? I'm right here," Another voice, obviously Trish's, called out.
The two men walked into the living room, just in time to see Amy run to Trish and pull her into an embrace.
"Ames? What's wrong?" Trish asked, giving Adam and Chris confused looks, to which they both shrugged.
"I just needed to know that you were okay," Amy explained, pulling away from her best friend.
"Okay?"
"Amy, what's gotten into you?" Chris questioned, reaching out to touch his girlfriend's shoulder.
"Don't touch me," Amy warned, pulling away quickly.
Trish, Adam, and Chris all wore shocked expressions at their friend's attitude towards Chris.
"Amy, what's the matter?" Trish asked, looking from Amy to Chris.
"Yeah, Amy, what *is* the matter?" Chris questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Don't fucking play, Chris," Amy replied, her eyes dark. "I can't do this anymore, I need to get out of here. I just needed to know that you were okay, Trish."
As she started to walk past him, Chris grabbed her by the arm, twirling her around to face him. "Amy, baby, what's wrong?" He asked again, reaching his hand up to touch her hair.
Amy viciously pulled away, starting to walk away again. Chris just reached back out and grabbed her arm, a hurt look on his face.
"Baby..."
"Guys, we'll be in the kitchen," Trish said, grabbing Adam by the arm and walking out of the room.
The hurt expression on Chris' face disappeared after his two fellow Canadians had left the room. "Think your plan is gonna work, Amy? It won't. Tell them if you want. Break up with me. It'll do you no good, no good at all. They think I'm an amazing guy, and their feelings won't change. They'll just think you're a psychopath, which isn't far from the truth."
The look on Amy's face got darker. "You're an asshole, Chris. They'll believe me once they know the truth about you. Once they see the bruises on me, they'll know what you've been doing to me. They'll know what an abusive son of a bitch you truly are. You'll be caught, and you'll get what you deserve... jail time."
Chris let out a deep, almost evil laugh. "Amy, please, think about this. After tonight, both Adam and Trish think you're insane. Telling them that I beat you is just going to add to that. They know you're mad at me, and they'll ust think that you're trying to get back at me. You got yourself into this situation, sweetheart, congratulations."
Closing her eyes, Amy took a deep breath. Part of what Chris was saying sounded right. But, she just *had* to tell Trish and Adam what Chris had been doing to her. She couldn't live with it anymore. She couldn't live with him, the abuse, the insults, everything. She wouldn't be able to live through it for another night. Trish and Chris had to know. "They'll believe me," She quietly told Chris.
Chris chuckled again, shaking his head. "If you're so sure, go ahead and tell them."
"Uh, guys... is it okay for us to come back out?" Trish questioned, poking her head back in the door. "We were gonna get going, and we wanted to say bye."
"Yeah, come on in," Chris replied, smiling again. He opened his arms to Trish embracing her quickly.
Adam walked in soon after, running his hand through his hair. "We should be going, we hope you two work everything out."
"Wait, Adam, Trish, don't go."
Both Canadians turned their heads to look at Amy, curious as to what she had to say.
"I... I have to tell you both something..."
"What is it?" Trish questioned, a curious look on her face.
"Well, um..."
Shaking his head, Chris couldn't help but smirk. Amy was about to prove to Adam and Trish just how crazy she was.
"Well?" Adam asked, looking down at his watch.
Amy sighed before continuing. "I have to tell you something about me and Chris. You see, I..."
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Cliffhanger!!! LOL. Will Amy tell them? Hmmm.. Lemme know what you think!
