A/N - Hey people in cyber space (waves hello!) I hope you enoy this as much as I enjoy writing it for you :D
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Chris moved slowly along the hallway in his search for Stephanie. He had gone downstairs earlier for some food. He had been starving due to not getting anything to eat last night because of what had happened. He had walked back up to their bedroom and when he had entered it, Stephanie had been nowhere to be seen. He had turned on his heel and left the room and began his search. Chris had looked in nearly all the rooms and there was still no sign of her whatsoever. As he passed by the second story window he happened to look out it and saw her sitting on a stone bench, facing outwards towards the sky.
Making his way down the countless number of stairs and along the shiny marble flooring, Chris walked out the door, out into the fresh air of the brand new morning. He followed the path around the side of the building and came to a stop behind Stephanie. Chris knew that she knew he was there. People who had spent as much time together as they had form a bond. Which they had surely done, and for him it ran much deeper than just a new friendship, he hoped it was the same with her also. Chris walked up behind her and placed his arms on her shoulders and slid them down her arms giving her comfort. As Stephanie felt Chris's presence she relaxed and leaned into him, feeling the safety he offered and that she needed.
Chris looked down at her and couldn't help but see the bandage that covered the cut on her forehead, he had seen to it when they had gotten to her room last night. There was a bruise that could be seen clearly around the edges of the bandage. He silently cursed Hunter to death for harming her.
"Why are you out here all alone Princes?" He asked her softly.
"I was just thinking about things, this is my thinking place," she explained to him.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Steph?" he asked her with curiosity.
"Last night, what will happen now, how much I hate Hunter. You know, just the usual," Stephanie revealed to him.
"Well you'll never need to see that bastard again! I swear, not while I'm around you. He won't get a chance to hurt you again! I made the mistake of leaving you last night, that was the worst mistake I have ever made. If I had my way he wouldn't even breathe the same air as you or anyone in the world!" Chris told her passionately.
"But what if I want to see him again?" she questioned.
"Why? Why would you EVER want to see the man that physically hurt you for fun, mentally degraded you until he made you feel useless and unloved? He doesn't deserve the right to see the pain he caused you, what his hands did to you, how they hurt you!" Chris informed her intensely.
"Chris I need to do this! I need to do this for me! I need to understand why he did what he did, why he didn't love me! To figure out what I did to upset him. I just need to understand!" Stephanie told him helplessly.
"You didn't do anything! This isn't your fault, he's a bully. He gets off on this sort of shit! If it hadn't been you, it would have been some other girl who didn't deserve it! You just got stuck with him, you're not to blame for his violent outbursts, he's just a disturbed person that needs a lot of help. Believe me Steph, you were not the problem, you were the victim," Chris explained truthfully.
"I still need to go see him Chris, don't fight me on this, you know you'll lose," she told him lightly, causing him to laugh a little. It was hopeless to argue with a McMahon, they never let up and seemed to always win, no matter what. Chris pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let her go.
"Fine, you can go but you're not going alone I'm coming with you, no arguments! That's my decision and it's final!" he informed her with
authority.
"Fine, but you better hurry up and get ready because we're leaving soon," Stephanie told him, as she pulled out of his embrace and stood up and turned to face him for the first time that morning. "Ten minutes, and I leave with or without you." With that said she turned and walked into her home, with Chris following her.
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They were in the car, with Chris at the wheel and Stephanie in the passenger seat. They had left the house a while ago and were now minutes away from where Hunter was being held. Hopefully in chains and suspended painfully from hooks in the ceiling, Stephanie thought menacingly, although she doubted very much that, that had happened to him.
Chris took a left turn and they pulled up into the public parking-lot of the police station. Suddenly thinking that this had been a bad idea, Stephanie gripped onto Chris's hand for comfort. Chris turned his head to look at her, an he took in her panicked appearance.
"Steph, it's gonna be ok, he won't be able to hurt you! I swear on my life he'd have to kill me before he harmed you ever again!" Chris told her directly. "Come on, let's get in there," he instructed as they exited the car.
He reached forward and took Stephanie's hand in his, causing her to squeeze it in thanks. They walked to the entrance of the building and went in. Stephanie went up to the nearest policeman and asked if it was possible to see Hunter. After a few minutes, dealing with the legal procedures, she was led into a room to wait for him.
Stephanie had been sitting on an uncomfortable chair for at least five minutes waiting impatiently when the doors opened and Hunter shuffled in being escorted by two police officers. She took in his appearance and the smirk that covered her face couldn't be helped; he wore cuffs on both his ankles and his wrists, with a chain connecting them both, the orange jump suit that he had on over his body made her want to laugh, orange really wasn't his color. God, she thought, if only I had a camera with me.
He sat down across from her in another uncomfortable chair and sneered at her from his position. As he took her in, he noticed the bandage on her head and his sneer turned into an evil smirk. Stephanie noticing what he was smirking at, narrowed her eyes and slammed her hand down on the table with a bang, shocking him in the process and made him look up at her in surprise. Feeling some amount of satisfaction, Stephanie felt her own smirk come back with full force, rivaling Hunters own.
"What do you want Stephanie?" Hunter asked in a bored tone.
"I want to know why you had to hurt me in order to control me? Why did you do it?" she asked painfully.
"Cause it was so easy. You had no one, HAVE no one, no matter what you think Chris Jericho will end up using you like I did. He doesn't care about you! He wants the power just like I did, remember that when he's the one beating you. You can live in the knowledge that I was right and you, as always were wrong!" he told her cruelly with a obnoxious smile.
"That's bullshit and you know it Hunter! Chris Jericho's a man and you're nothing but a fucking animal! NO ONE LOVE ME! No one fucking respects you, you only have the title because you're married to me. Do you think the fans respect an asshole who people job to? NO! There's millions of people out there who would rather see Chris Jericho, who actually works for title shots, be the Champion, than a controlling egomaniacal dick head like you!" Stephanie yelled at him seriously. This caused Hunter to look at her in nothing but surprise for a moment.
"But he's not the Champ baby, I am, and there's nothing you can do about it!" he told her smugly all the while, which faltered when he saw the genuine smile that covered her own face.
"Have you forgotten just who my father is? He's Vince McMahon! The Chairman of the WWE, he can do anything he wants to do! I hope you like the feeling of nothing around your waist Hunter, because in the unlikely pleasure of you ACTUALLY having a job when you get out of jail, you sure as hell won't be a main contender ever again, I can pretty much grant you that right now! My father loves me, and he's going to make sure that you are in here for as long as you can be, without bail, and no parole," Stephanie replied honestly while getting out of her seat and standing up and walking over to the door. "Enjoy your stay Hunter, if I was you I'd get comfortable, you're going to be here for a long, long time! Now remember, you ever fuck with a McMahon again, you're going pay big time! If there's a next time, you won't just lose you're title and job, you'll lose something much more precious." She finished as she opened the door and walked out of it leaving him in total disbelief.
Stephanie saw Chris waiting for her with a worried look on his face. She couldn't help but think he was the sweetest guy she had ever met. She walked up to him and entangled her arm with his, smiling up at him they went on their way and left Hunter to rot where he was. She may not have told Hunter how much she hurt because of what he had done to he, but she did realise that Chris was right, he did need help, but she had gotten some amount of revenge on him, and for the first time in a while she was full of joy. Maybe she was destined for someone else, someone who was next to her at this very moment. She needed to figure out what he felt for her, and if she actually stood a chance. She hoped she did.
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Chris moved slowly along the hallway in his search for Stephanie. He had gone downstairs earlier for some food. He had been starving due to not getting anything to eat last night because of what had happened. He had walked back up to their bedroom and when he had entered it, Stephanie had been nowhere to be seen. He had turned on his heel and left the room and began his search. Chris had looked in nearly all the rooms and there was still no sign of her whatsoever. As he passed by the second story window he happened to look out it and saw her sitting on a stone bench, facing outwards towards the sky.
Making his way down the countless number of stairs and along the shiny marble flooring, Chris walked out the door, out into the fresh air of the brand new morning. He followed the path around the side of the building and came to a stop behind Stephanie. Chris knew that she knew he was there. People who had spent as much time together as they had form a bond. Which they had surely done, and for him it ran much deeper than just a new friendship, he hoped it was the same with her also. Chris walked up behind her and placed his arms on her shoulders and slid them down her arms giving her comfort. As Stephanie felt Chris's presence she relaxed and leaned into him, feeling the safety he offered and that she needed.
Chris looked down at her and couldn't help but see the bandage that covered the cut on her forehead, he had seen to it when they had gotten to her room last night. There was a bruise that could be seen clearly around the edges of the bandage. He silently cursed Hunter to death for harming her.
"Why are you out here all alone Princes?" He asked her softly.
"I was just thinking about things, this is my thinking place," she explained to him.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Steph?" he asked her with curiosity.
"Last night, what will happen now, how much I hate Hunter. You know, just the usual," Stephanie revealed to him.
"Well you'll never need to see that bastard again! I swear, not while I'm around you. He won't get a chance to hurt you again! I made the mistake of leaving you last night, that was the worst mistake I have ever made. If I had my way he wouldn't even breathe the same air as you or anyone in the world!" Chris told her passionately.
"But what if I want to see him again?" she questioned.
"Why? Why would you EVER want to see the man that physically hurt you for fun, mentally degraded you until he made you feel useless and unloved? He doesn't deserve the right to see the pain he caused you, what his hands did to you, how they hurt you!" Chris informed her intensely.
"Chris I need to do this! I need to do this for me! I need to understand why he did what he did, why he didn't love me! To figure out what I did to upset him. I just need to understand!" Stephanie told him helplessly.
"You didn't do anything! This isn't your fault, he's a bully. He gets off on this sort of shit! If it hadn't been you, it would have been some other girl who didn't deserve it! You just got stuck with him, you're not to blame for his violent outbursts, he's just a disturbed person that needs a lot of help. Believe me Steph, you were not the problem, you were the victim," Chris explained truthfully.
"I still need to go see him Chris, don't fight me on this, you know you'll lose," she told him lightly, causing him to laugh a little. It was hopeless to argue with a McMahon, they never let up and seemed to always win, no matter what. Chris pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let her go.
"Fine, you can go but you're not going alone I'm coming with you, no arguments! That's my decision and it's final!" he informed her with
authority.
"Fine, but you better hurry up and get ready because we're leaving soon," Stephanie told him, as she pulled out of his embrace and stood up and turned to face him for the first time that morning. "Ten minutes, and I leave with or without you." With that said she turned and walked into her home, with Chris following her.
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They were in the car, with Chris at the wheel and Stephanie in the passenger seat. They had left the house a while ago and were now minutes away from where Hunter was being held. Hopefully in chains and suspended painfully from hooks in the ceiling, Stephanie thought menacingly, although she doubted very much that, that had happened to him.
Chris took a left turn and they pulled up into the public parking-lot of the police station. Suddenly thinking that this had been a bad idea, Stephanie gripped onto Chris's hand for comfort. Chris turned his head to look at her, an he took in her panicked appearance.
"Steph, it's gonna be ok, he won't be able to hurt you! I swear on my life he'd have to kill me before he harmed you ever again!" Chris told her directly. "Come on, let's get in there," he instructed as they exited the car.
He reached forward and took Stephanie's hand in his, causing her to squeeze it in thanks. They walked to the entrance of the building and went in. Stephanie went up to the nearest policeman and asked if it was possible to see Hunter. After a few minutes, dealing with the legal procedures, she was led into a room to wait for him.
Stephanie had been sitting on an uncomfortable chair for at least five minutes waiting impatiently when the doors opened and Hunter shuffled in being escorted by two police officers. She took in his appearance and the smirk that covered her face couldn't be helped; he wore cuffs on both his ankles and his wrists, with a chain connecting them both, the orange jump suit that he had on over his body made her want to laugh, orange really wasn't his color. God, she thought, if only I had a camera with me.
He sat down across from her in another uncomfortable chair and sneered at her from his position. As he took her in, he noticed the bandage on her head and his sneer turned into an evil smirk. Stephanie noticing what he was smirking at, narrowed her eyes and slammed her hand down on the table with a bang, shocking him in the process and made him look up at her in surprise. Feeling some amount of satisfaction, Stephanie felt her own smirk come back with full force, rivaling Hunters own.
"What do you want Stephanie?" Hunter asked in a bored tone.
"I want to know why you had to hurt me in order to control me? Why did you do it?" she asked painfully.
"Cause it was so easy. You had no one, HAVE no one, no matter what you think Chris Jericho will end up using you like I did. He doesn't care about you! He wants the power just like I did, remember that when he's the one beating you. You can live in the knowledge that I was right and you, as always were wrong!" he told her cruelly with a obnoxious smile.
"That's bullshit and you know it Hunter! Chris Jericho's a man and you're nothing but a fucking animal! NO ONE LOVE ME! No one fucking respects you, you only have the title because you're married to me. Do you think the fans respect an asshole who people job to? NO! There's millions of people out there who would rather see Chris Jericho, who actually works for title shots, be the Champion, than a controlling egomaniacal dick head like you!" Stephanie yelled at him seriously. This caused Hunter to look at her in nothing but surprise for a moment.
"But he's not the Champ baby, I am, and there's nothing you can do about it!" he told her smugly all the while, which faltered when he saw the genuine smile that covered her own face.
"Have you forgotten just who my father is? He's Vince McMahon! The Chairman of the WWE, he can do anything he wants to do! I hope you like the feeling of nothing around your waist Hunter, because in the unlikely pleasure of you ACTUALLY having a job when you get out of jail, you sure as hell won't be a main contender ever again, I can pretty much grant you that right now! My father loves me, and he's going to make sure that you are in here for as long as you can be, without bail, and no parole," Stephanie replied honestly while getting out of her seat and standing up and walking over to the door. "Enjoy your stay Hunter, if I was you I'd get comfortable, you're going to be here for a long, long time! Now remember, you ever fuck with a McMahon again, you're going pay big time! If there's a next time, you won't just lose you're title and job, you'll lose something much more precious." She finished as she opened the door and walked out of it leaving him in total disbelief.
Stephanie saw Chris waiting for her with a worried look on his face. She couldn't help but think he was the sweetest guy she had ever met. She walked up to him and entangled her arm with his, smiling up at him they went on their way and left Hunter to rot where he was. She may not have told Hunter how much she hurt because of what he had done to he, but she did realise that Chris was right, he did need help, but she had gotten some amount of revenge on him, and for the first time in a while she was full of joy. Maybe she was destined for someone else, someone who was next to her at this very moment. She needed to figure out what he felt for her, and if she actually stood a chance. She hoped she did.