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Chapter 25
Her eyes were tired, weak and she was tired. All night long Amy was crying in her hotel room. After Matt left she couldn't stop the tears from raining through her. It was true, she thought, Matt hated her. Trish left for her flight only an hour ago, even Trish was crying for a long while. She tried her best but that didn't make Amy feel any better than what she was feeling now: Alone. Trish had her own problems to deal with, at first when she heard of how Chris was blackmailing Amy, and that he was the one behind Jeff's recent beat-down made Trish burst into tears. In her heart, she still loved him, despite that Amy and Matt never quite accepted it, Trish still had feelings for him. But after last night it was completely sure that those feelings had faded. One more thing for Amy to blame herself in, she thought she broke her bestfriend's heart, that Trish's sudden change of heart was her fault. The more and more Amy laid there the more thoughts tortured her mind. She hadn't the slightest of clues what happened after Trish left, she hugged her goodbye and when she exited Amy didn't even bother to lock the door. The keys were left open, she returned to the double-bed and collapsed. Ever since she has been laying there, the only for of clothing on her was a white cotton nightgown. Last night she didn't eat, she didn't have lunch the other day, didn't even bothered to take a nap. The brown blanket was the only thing she was holding; her hair was a mess, like she cared.
Matt hated her, that thought kept on repeating over and over again. The Matthew Moore she knew, the Mathew she still loved was gone, and for what? He was gone because she was physically involved with another man? No, You did this Amy! She kept on yelling at herself, You brought this down on yourself, just what Jericho said. It was as if Y2J was screaming at her all over again, those words echoing through her head. You betrayed your own boyfriend for a guy like Batista! But that wasn't true, she didn't betray Matt, it was Batista who came to her room, he was the one who started it. And you ended it.
"I never wanted this to happen . . ." She whispered to the emptiness, her voice was so soft, so broken that the words could never be heard from the other side of the same room. "I still love you . . . I just want you to love me back," but as she sobbed, the tears poured down even harder. She pulled a pillow and buried her face in it, sobbing against it to muffle the noise. Amy couldn't control those tears anymore; she couldn't control anything after she began talking to Matt almost 24hours ago. And now, it had to be more than 20hours since she saw her Matty. The love from that man was everything she wanted, and she wanted so much to rewind her life and stop that night from ever happening. Amy really wanted her Matthew back, but she couldn't. Though it was about a week ago, Amy still remembered how frightening that night was, when Batista slung opened that shower curtain while she was taking a bath. How he laughed while she screamed, when he bent down and grabbed her hands and pushed his body against her naked form to stop her from escaping his grip, through it all his mouth kept hers shut tight so that the shout wasn't fully given. The memory after that was a fade, Amy couldn't remember for how long he kept on gripping her against his body, so long she almost fainted at one point, but he bit the tip of her breast to keep her awake. And then squeeze her again, most of the time all she could call back was how she had to give up her struggle to let him finally flood in to her body. She couldn't fight him anymore, she had to join him. And that part was the part she wanted to forget. But she remembered it clearly, at one point she remembered how he pulled off his pants and started to cum inside of her mouth, then when she dragged away he pulled her head to force her into sucking it. Later on when he took her to her bedroom he began redoing everything all over again, licking her entire wet soaking body with his tongue.
Amy wished she could forget; she wished she could just forget about it, she almost does every time Matt is there, but he isn't with her now. The deep cry of being alone, the tears that made her hate the world shook Amy's body against the bed. Her muffled sobs soaking the fabric of the pillow, in reality, it was Amy Dumas who was heartbroken, not Trish Stratus.
The silence was broken off with a sharp buzz of Amy's ringtone, a SMS alert on her cell phone, the phone was on the bed next to her. When Amy heard it for the sudden moment she thought it had to be him— Matt Hardy. Quickly she yanked the phone off the mattress and clicked on it to read who it was, it read:
'Turn on the radio- Station 54. ~Matty'
Her breath skipped a heartbeat, he wrote 'Matty' and not 'Matt.' Sniffing off the tear, Amy wiped her watery hazel eyes and turned on the radio of the hotel room, like he said to station number 54.
~ The other side of the line ~
"YO! Wuzzup? You're callin here on station 54 dog, name da song and listen to da luv."
"Hi, um, I'm Matt Hardy and I'd like you to re-air that song that played about a minute ago?"
"The WestLife? Swear it Again?"
"Yes."
"Oookay! Heh, heh, looks like we got here a love bird! Who you dedicating this song to Matt?"
"Yeah . . . uh . . . this is dedicated to—"
~ Her side of the connection ~
When Amy heard his voice, she at once recognized it to be the man who owned her heart, but what he said on the air made her rethink that if this was really a dream or not . . . she heard something she thought she would never hear.
"—My sweetheart; Amy Dumas. I still love you girl."
And his voice never sounded sweeter when it was spoken through the live sound of a radio.
"BOOM YEAH! Ha, ha, ha. Amy if you're listenin to dis you gotta know how much this guy cares for you! Here's Swear It Again (again) for Amy Dumas:
" . . . I wanna know . . . who ever told you I was letting go the only joy that I've ever known. Girl they're lyin'. Justspinaround, and all other people that we used to know, just give it up they wanna let it go. But we're still tryin.
So you should the stuff we share was never made to die, I'm glad we're on this one way street just you and I. Just YOU and I!"
The words, they were so related to what Amy was thinking, or possibly, this was Matt's way to tell her something?
"III Never wanna say good bye, cause I never wanna see you cry, I swear to you my love would remain. And I swear it all over again and I. I'm never gonna treat you bad, cause I never wanna see you sad, I just want to share your joy and your pain, and I swear it all over again!"
The tears somehow stopped dropping from her eyes, it was a shocker, and the entire lyric of the song was a shocker. Could it really be that Matt was saying these to her through Westlife?
"All over again . . . . . . .
Some people say; that everything has got its place and time, even the day must give way to the night. But I'm not buyin'! Cause in your eyes, I see your love that burns internally, and you see how beautiful you are to me. No WONDER I am."
It had to be Matt, he requested it, and he told her to listen to this. There was something in Amy's lips, which wasn't there for nearly days . . . a smile. As the song continued during that moment, Amy turned her head around to see him standing there. With the open door of their room, it was her Matty, once again, standing there. Smiling at her.
She couldn't help but jump off the bed and run to him, in his open arms,
"Shows every times we want to say good bye, but even if we try, there are somethings in this life. It won't be denied. Won't BE Denied!"
And it really wasn't denied the love Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas shared for each other was unbreakable. It was really him! Standing there, it really was her Matthew, he closed the open door and turned to capture Amy in his arms –once again back to his arms. The only place she found comfort and sanctuary in, it was he. Their hearts beat in a rhythmic tone as one, Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him in so many places on his face, she kissed his forehead, his temples, his eyebrows and then held him tight once again. Hugging for her soul to restore itself as his grip was tighter. Their love couldn't be broken. Amy felt that, she understood that. The tears once again started in her closed eyes and she felt teardrops dropping on her bare shoulder, Matt was crying too. The music of the song was exactly perfect to how they felt, how they both felt.
"III'm never gonna say goodbye! Cause I never wanna see you cry, I swear to you my love would remain, and I swear it all over again and I! I never gonna treat you bad, cause I never wanna see you sad, I just want to share your joy and your pain . . . . . . . and I swear it all over again!"
The moment seemed timeless, drawing away from him, Amy looked up at Matt's face. He hadn't shaved, she could feel that with her palm brushing against his cheeks. The tears in his eyes were the exact way her eyes rained them, "I love you . . ." She whispered to him, "I LOVE You!" She said it the second time to scream it out as loud as she could, with the power of her lungs she told him that.
Matt noticed her makeup was ruined, but yet she looked like the most gorgeous creature ever created, as for himself, he really didn't care he hadn't shaved for a full day. Nearing her ear, Matt whispered to Amy Dumas something she had been dying to hear all night long, "I love you more."
His hands found their way to pull Amy to his strong embrace, her arms once again pulled him by his neck. Matt tore in her lips and pushed on forward to physically tell her how she wasn't alone. That he still loved her, he kissed Amy hotly as she did the same. With the tears of joy finally bursting through her eyes, the kiss felt like home, it tasted like her soul was lifted up by his love . . . she kissed him back to give him the same feel of purity.
"The more I know you, it's the more I know I love you. And the more that I'm sure, I want you forever and never more. And the more that you love me, the more I know ho! I'm never gonna let you go I gotta let you know that I:-
III never gonna say good bye, cause I never wanna see you cry! I swear to you my love would remain, and I swear it all over again and I. I'm never gonna treat you bad, cause I never wanna see you sad, I just want to share your joy and your pain, and I swear it all over again!
. . . . . . . . . All over again . . .
All over again . . .
I swear it all oveerr . . . agggain."
Matt lifted Amy off her feat with his masculine arms, never breaking a single moment of their kiss and gently dropped her to the soft springy bed. His tongue clasped over her own, together again, it felt so magical to be with her again, to be able to kiss her. In the short time he was away from her for only a few hours, Matt knew the real truth behind his very being, he knew just how much he loved this girl. And that amount was limitless. Their kiss deepened as Amy pulled him in her to wrestle in more and more of his essence, of Matt's essence. Her soul felt like it was finally growing and that it had the wings to fly with her mate, to fly with Matt again. With the move of her hand, Amy pulled off Matt's hair band to release his hair, but she still couldn't stop crying . . . these were tears of joy and pleasure. The pure feeling of able to hold him again, of being held by him again, she thought he left her for good and never wanted to be part of her. She was wrong.
The broke the kiss for the need of air in their lungs, but they never changed positions, Matt rested ontop of her body while her hands were around his nape.
"I thought you hated me . . . I thought . . . . . I thought you were mad at me," Amy breathlessly managed to say, not only did the kiss tried stopping her from talking but so too the tears that were coming out of her beautiful hazel eyes.
"I AM mad at you," He huffed out, to her surprising look, "Mad at you for ever thinking I'd hate you." And with that, the sensei of mattitude finished his sentence.
Amy smiled and that single smile gave new life to his cracked heart, she sighed out another grin as he crashed down against her chest for another tight grasp.
When she reopened her eyes after a long, waited hug, Amy saw Matt drawing away from her shoulder and back to the original spot above her, glaring down at her soft, still watery eyes. But she wasn't crying anymore, she didn't need to cry, she had him. But she still felt guilty, "But Matt, what about—"
"Shh," He hushed that thought, "Don't say anything," he whispered against her, "We're together, that's all that matters." Rubbing his forehead against hers, Matt continued to say what he had to: "The guy who did that to you, that M.Fing son of a bitch will pay."
"Matt . . . I . . . I tried to stop but I coul—"
"I know what happened, and believe me it isn't your fault. He invaded you, he . . ." Matt stopped, trying hard to say it, because if he said it then it had to forge into reality, but you have to face the truth. "You were raped, and I will do everything in my power to punish him for doing that to you. NO ONE can go away doing that to the Amy I love."
She saw it clearly in Matt's eyes, pure love and hatred mixed. The hate for him and the love for her, "Matt . . ."
"You only reacted Amez, there really wasn't anything left for you to do."
"I COULD have screamed, I could've—"
"If you screamed he would've hurt you." The tears once again found their way in her eyes, Amy closed them shut, she wanted to the memory to blank away to the corner of her mind and never come out of that little box ever again. "He already did." She whispered, trying to control herself.
"Don't worry anymore," He said to her, "It's over now, it's in the past, you're safe and what's done is really done. But he won't get away from doing what he did, judgement will come to us, and I promise you Batista get what he deserves." His words proved to be more comforting, she really felt safe in his arms, back inside his heart. She knew the man she could trust, the man she always adored, he who she always loved in every way, protected her. And nothing else could be more important than that love.
"Matt . . ." She whispered to him,
"Yeah?"
"Did . . . did you forgive me?" And that was a question that was troubling her for weeks. Would he forgive her? Could he ever be so reasonable?
"I . . . I never blamed you. It wasn't your fault," Her eyes went wide as she knew exactly what he was about to say, "Matt . . . no you—"
"It was mine,"
"NO! Don't say that! Matt . . . its not your fault."
"It's his fault, but I still have myself to blame." Amy pushed Matt off of her to sit up on the bed; she couldn't let Matt stay in the blame of himself forever, not for someone like Batista. "Well did you forgive yourself?" She had to know.
Matt edged the bed and quickly removed his warm black T-shirt and deep blue jeans, inside the room it was warmer than outside in the cold wind. "That's really up to you, you sly little Woman's champion!" As she sat there she saw that look of devilish smile on his face again, forcing her to burst into laughter. When Matt was done with his clothes and wore nothing but his night boxers, he nailed her once again to the bed with his body, keeping the smile and letting her grin at him. Giggling by his touch, Amy locked lips with him a second time, this one to be deeper and more lasting than the first. When they broke off for breath, she saw him once again glancing down at her, eyeing her facial structures. Matt loved to look at her beauty, the way she laid cuddled inside his arms was enough to make him forget about the feeling of hate. He was glad he found his way back to her and not lose it like other people do. It wasn't Amy's fault Batista came to her room and . . . sexually assaulted her. God, for what Batista did his life would be a living hell, but for now, Matt only cared for one thing— the love he almost lost. "Aren't you gonna ask what you're supposed to forgive me about?" He pleased her,
"What?" Her voice was more stable now, and though there was no other form of make up done to her face, Matt enjoyed its beauty on its own.
"You have to forgive me for . . . letting you go like that." He said, explaining everything slowly as to the quickness in his voice might ruin the moment.
"Matt what are you saying?" A confused Amy asked him, he answered: "I . . . I was an ass for leaving you alone like that this morning. I . . . I was confused." He told her, "I just, didn't know what I was supposed to do y'know?"
"Matty . . ." Amy tapped his cheek gently with her palm, "It's alright, you . . . don't be sorry for that. Like you said, the important thing now is that we're together."
"Did you forgive me?"
"Of course, I never blamed you." She said back.
It felt so good to finally be together with him again, to know how understanding her Matt really was. Amy never knew he had so much hope, and that only made him even sweeter. She slowly pulled him for another kiss, but an interruption was heard.
And from the most unlikely of places:
"OOKAY! That was 'Love is just a feeling' by The Darkness! And now folks, since we don't got any more calls for the moment, ah . . . do you remember our last caller? Matt you still there dog? Hope so man! Listen, your little request back there was just too damn sweet that we here at station 54 thought about a call back! Here's another Westlife song, a more recent one might ah add, for you and your lovely gal Amy!"
The DJ was more than thoughtful to grant the young couple something they really needed. Matt gave her a wink to which Amy could only smile as their special song played through the speaker of the radio, and it only gave them more snug than they originally had.
"Took my hand . . ." The voice from the radio echoed through the room, as Matt knew these guys just had the right stuff to give him the perfect song. "Touched my hearrt . . ." With his free hand he opened the blanket in one swift motion, with a kiss on his chin by the girl who he loved, Matt rolled her over ontop of him and glided the blanket over them. "Held me close," Amy's burning red hair fell on his head while her hands made cozy to his body, his grasp on her entire body and around it grew tighter as she dropped the third kiss on his lips, with their tongues once again mending as one.
"You were always there, by my siide. Night and daay." She felt the lyrics so deep with her spirit as having Matt back brought determination back to her heart. "Through it all, baby come what's ready."
The kiss was more sexual when Matt rolled over once again and laid her flat on her back, gently of course, "Swept away on a wave of emotion, according to the eye of our soul. And whenever you smile I can HARDLY believe that you're mine . . . believe that you're miine!"
Her love was all he needed, Matt knew Amy Christine Dumas was his destiny. With her, anything was possible, and with her love everything was possible.
"This love is unbreakable, its unmistakable! And each time I look in your eyes, I know why . . . this love is untouchable, I'm feelin my heart just cant deny! Each time I look in your eyes, oh baby! I know why this love is unbreakable"
He felt exactly what they were saying, and she felt the same. Together as one, their love was never breakable. As the song continued, as time passed, Amy found herself in the complete cuddle of her love with Matt Hardy, as they started to share their love in the best physical manner, together and never alone. With that kiss, she knew she could never be alone. She had her Matthew, and he knew he had his Amy.
"Share the laughter, share the teears. We both win, we'll go on from here, cause together we are stroong! In my arms, that's where you belong. I've been touched by the hands of an angel, I've been blessed by the POWER of love! And whenever you smile I can hardly believe that you're mine!"
"This love is unbreakable, its unmistakable! And each time I look in your eyes, I know why . . . this love is untouchable, I'm feelin' my heart just cant deny! Each time I look in your eyes, oh baby! I know why this love is unbreakable"
"This love is Unbreakable through fire and flame. And when all this is over, our love will still remain!"
"This love is unbreakable, its unmistakable! And each time I look in your eyes, I know why . . . this love is untouchable, I'm feelin my heart just cant deny! Each time I look in your eyes, oh baby! I know why this love is unbreakable"
And together, they rested in each other's arms, their bond never separable . . . Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas refound love and shared it in a climax just as memorable as finding each other was. Slowly, they both drafted to sleep, in a dreamland together . . . as one.
~ Greenwich ~
"MMmmMph, I don't wanna!" The sound of a comfortable moan and uncontrolled giggles waved throughout the gigantic mansion-like house of the Levesque's, or the Helmsley's as they are more commonly known.
"Paul!" Stephanie's voice cooed, "Don't be such a baby! You'll miss your flight." But she couldn't help but giggle at her husband's childish way of keeping her company.
They were both sitting on their couch, watching the 10 o' Clock news but as the times turned, Paul Levesque didn't bothered to go and get ready for his coming flight, he preferred to stay home and rest with his wife, the beautiful Stephanie McMahon. His head pillowed Stephanie's chest, snuggling too her breasts, that was where Hunter wanted to stay all day long. He snorted.
"Ha, ha, ha! PAUL! Come on," Steph laughed, she knew there was no other person in that large house of theirs to disturb this moment of cuddling, she was seated properly and slightly leaned against the sofa, to give Hunter a more better way to rest on top of her. She suspended her legs and lifted them to the couch, as Paul positioned them just under his body. Suddenly, Steph was laying there with her husband's head on her stomach, she laughed hard.
"Why don't you tell our daddy to book me in the evening flight? He owns that damn company anyway!" He joked; Triple H had only finished his morning exercise so he laid there with his gym wear. As for Stephanie, she wore her favorite light-green blouse and a comfortable pair of red ladies trousers. "So what do you want me to do? Tell the Chairman of the Board that the World Heavyweight Champion is busy seducing his daughter and can't make it to the House Show tonight?" Her fingers toyed with Hunter's golden hair, he looked up at her and nodded. Correctly he said, "Or that THE World Heavyweight Champion seduced his wife and is reaching orgasm so he has to miss the show?"
"Shut up." Clearly, Hunter saw her cheeks turn red, he sighed at that view. Steph was still like that when they first married, she still blushed whenever he mentioned sex! He smiled. "You really want me to shut up?" He asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yess!" She sneered off a grin, but only laughed harder when Hunter fully got on top of her and pursed their lips in a hot smooch. He held her hand in his and spread them away from neither of their bodies, but she escaped from his mighty grip and held up his chin to secure their kiss more perfectly while his free hands roamed down the flat of her spine. Rounding her waist, Paul lifted up Stephanie's blouse to reveal her ticklish sensitive area around her belly. Letting go of her lips, Hunter skimmed his tongue to the bare skin of her stomach, flickering it through her navel to force Stephanie to laugh hard against him. "STOP IT!" She chuckled, "Okay! OKAY! I'll call him! I'LL CALL HIM!" Only then did Hunter stop his sweet torture. Raising by his arms, Hunter locked straight to her eyes, and looked at them with a glance that showed how much he enjoyed every moment with her.
Stephanie squinted her eyes and pushed him off of her, quickly maneuvering off the couch she walked to the other way and stood, fixing her clothes. "Y'know sometimes you act like a child."
"Well I am your baby aren't I?"
"Ohh . . . I thought you were my tough daddy?"
"A little of both," Hunter grinned to Steph's shake of her head. He raised from the couch and glided his arms around her body, from her back, he whispered to Stephanie's ears of how she was his queen and not princess. She was his girl and not Vince's as he said, "And besides," Paul blew in her ear, "I thought you were complaining of I'm never there to please you physically?" She let him control her, in every way, His hands were on her boobs and there she felt them being squeezed by Hunter's palm, taking her breath away.
"Mmm," She moaned, "Well if sex is what you want now Hunter Hearst Helmsley . . ." She turned to face his taller structure, " . . . then sex is exactly what my baby will get!" Without letting him think twice, Stephanie pushed her husband back on the couch and pulled off the green blouse she wore, exposing the black bra, bending down, Stephanie slid off the ladies trouser to stand in the perfect pose of the matching lingerie. She tossed the blouse and the trouser to a standing chair near by and with her hand on her waist, she asked him the one question he wanted to hear. "What do you think?" The blush was gone.
Hunter looked up at the standing 'goddess' as he pictured in his mind and told her the first thought that came to his head: "Bedroom?"
The devilish look on Stephanie Levesque's face was just as much as confirming when her husband lifted her up on his shoulder and headed for their master bed, the same place they had only exited a short 3 hours back.
~ North Carolina ~
"Thanks for the autograph miss!" The shabby cab driver took the money she handed to him and drove off once Trish was outside the taxi. All she could do was sigh, the wind was so cold that a fog vaporized from her mouth as she breathed! She looked around the familiar whereabouts of this area; its true that at some places the weather always stays the same. And today, as she walked onwards, she noticed that Cameron North Carolina was not very different from that quote.
The house that stood in front of her was very big and almost felt like home, she heaved another sigh and pulled up the two luggages on each hand and proceeded onwards the stairs of the house. The mailbox had the nameplate 'Hardys' written on it. And there was no doubt that his was the ever-homely Hardy-House the group always called.
It was quiet though, very silent, and she could hear every step she made through the soft snow as it slurped below her shoes. The snow was very tender that morning, and made it all the more relaxing. Trish never liked rain; she actually preferred summer but what the heck. She wasn't here for to judge the weather, she was here for a reason.
Sighing out another icy fog, Trish decided that it was finally time what could she lose? Her boyfriend was the one who made it harder by paying goons to beat up her ex and then blackmailing her best friend! And those were just the key reasons she left Chris Jericho. Lying to her, avoiding her, and the other things he did, those were even more hurt. After all, the small things mattered the most.
A spine-shaking wind from behind tore Trish off from her thoughts and brought her back to reality, there she was, standing just in front of the house of her ex-boyfriend, the boyfriend who called only a day before to tell her that he still had feelings! And to think that she broke up with him because of age differences yet she was the one standing outside in this cold weather, running away from her home to meet with him! Yeah, very mature.
Trish dropped the bags to the floor and rang the bell, in hope that someone would answer to it.
~ Inside ~
Jeff Hardy, the youngest boy of the Hardy family, how long has it been since he stopped his in ring career as a wrestler really made life more difficult to go through. He sat on the kitchen table, munching on the cereal in his bowl and a glass of milk. He woke up late, but who would blame him? After those punks beat him up the world seemed so unfair. He ate another spoon before thinking again what was going on; he took the advice from Britney and where did that bring him? To Chris Jericho hanging up on his bare ass and Trish acting all confused. God that's the last thing he needed, for Trish to think he's some kind of a psycho and break away their friendship! 'Yeah, sweet move Jeff,' He thought to himself, 'very sweet just like these stupid corn flakes!'
Suddenly he felt he heard something, like a bell . . . he looked towards the main gate all the way past the living room and heard it again. Someone was at the door, the first thing that came to mind was the time, he looked at the opposing black clock resting near the fridge. It said 10:15.
"Now?" He let out a uncomfortable sigh and dropped the spoon on the bowl and got up from his chair, Jeff took his steadily tried to walk with the casket still in his leg, it had to heal sometime soon. Either way, the Hardy went to the door to see just who the hell was bothering him at the unholy hour of 10 in the morning!
~ Outside ~
She ringed it again, "Come ON! Open up already," She muttered under her cold breath, it was getting chilly out there.
The wooden door slowly opened and there she saw him, the boy, the boy who was now a man. Jeff stood there, with a confused look on his face.
"Trish?"
"Hey! Um . . . how's your leg?" She asked, suddenly feeling that awkwardness swelling through her.
"F . . . fine, but what are you doing here?" He asked it all too fast.
"I . . ." But nothing came out. 'Trish come on think of something!' "I . . . I was thinking about your call the other night." She blurted out off her mouth, it just slid out, and Trish really had more to say before that but yeah! When you're talking to the person you are secretly in love with and decide it's the perfect time to tell them you love them back, 'I was thinking about your call' really doesn't shape things through. Especially when its your current boyfriend who hung up on that particular call! But she had to say it, the sooner the better.
"Oh . . . that." Jeff's quick attitude broke apart by the mention of that call. He was thinking about it all night long last night, and the night before, but did he get what he wanted? He was waiting for the perfect time to tell her about his feelings and when he finally did the guy she's living with broke in and closed the cell off! He needed to react to it as manly as he could, but yet again he himself was lost for words, "I . . . y'know about that I—"
"—Aren't you gonna let me in?" She cut his sentence in half before it was to be finished. Truth said, Trish wanted to be with Jeff, she wanted to make him feel back in 100% before all those other feelings would come through, but her big mouth blurted in too fast.
"Yeah! Sorry, ah . . . you want me to grab those bags?" The man generally offered his assistance, anything was better than talking about that call, not until he knew the real reason behind her visit. It all seemed so weird all of the sudden.
"Ah . . . can you carry?"
"Of course! Here let me help you," Jeff snatched one of the bags and proceeded to let the blonde girl enter his house. When he looked at her from behind he felt his heart being squeezed; she looked so perfect. He pictured how perfect they looked together in the old RAW tapes but now, in reality they weren't together.
"Where's your dad?" She asked the second she entered the warm indoors. Trish dropped the bag to the side where she always kept her bags and took off her jacket.
"Yeah, he's not here. He . . . ah . . . he went out to do some groceries, won't be back until dinner so I kinda have the whole place for my self." He told her once he placed the other bag next to the first one, in the closet. "Ah . . . come on in, I was just having breakfast you want some?" He asked, and for the first time in the longest days he felt like smiling.
"Oh GOD yes!" She almost exclaimed, "I am SO hungry!" She saw that smile spreading at her hunger.
"Well, I hope cereal is okay with you!" He laughed and directed the shorter diva towards his kitchen, as the day continued to grow.
~ Connecticut ~
"Mmmmpfh," muffled moans and squidgy sounds could be heard from the moving bed in the Levesque mansion. The bed was king-sized and manually built for their special times, and the couple who moved and groaned under the warm white sheets found it just perfect for this cold morning. There was a disturbing chime that distracted the motions of the covered bodies, it was perfectly clear they rolled together to that side of the bed.
The upper part of both of their bodies emerged from the soft blanket finally after the forth ring, Hunter shoved off the white comforter but never left his wife's tongue in the sexual kiss they were locked down on. Stephanie held his jaw and chin and slowly released her husband as he grabbed the phone. She was breathless.
"Does someone ALWAYS have to call when we're having sex?" She huffed in a frustrated tone.
"Sorry kiddo," her husband apologized back before talking in to the phone. "Who is this?!" And he was barking at the person who interrupted his one morning with his wife. The busy WWE schedules never gave Hunter the time he needed with Stephanie and now someone had the god-for-freakin nerve to call at an hour like this!
"Dude! Easy! It's me, Dave! Sorry I interrupted your play-time with Steph!"
"This had to be good." Paul growled, behind him his wife got off from the laying and exited the huge bed to stand on the other side.
"Look man, there's a problem with tonight's show-plans." Batista said over the other side of the phone.
"Just make it short Dave!"
When she heard that name, Stephanie blew out a sigh of complete disbelief. Yes, it was once again they who were responsible for her husband's occupation over their private time as a married couple. It was always Ric, Dave or Randy calling to break in their romantic of moments. And all of the time it had to be important! She thought about the times when she was the General Manager of Smackdown! She never called other superstars for sudden turn ins, if Hunter would only come over to Smackdown when she returns everything would be just fine, that was Stephanie's plans, that was the only thing she wanted from her father's company.
When she looked back, she saw Paul giving a whispered 'sorry' to her, the former GM shook her head and stood there with crossed arms, she was still wearing the black set of bikini which made her look so damn hot with the messed hair that fell on her shoulders.
"Okay Paul look, this is about the whole Matt Hardy thing alright? He knows."
"He knows? He knows what?" Hunter was really angry at his team mate,
"Man . . . he knows I . . . I . . . had sex with his girlfriend." Batista completely said it out loud.
"You didn't have sex with no one Dave you abused her!"
"Abused who?!" Stephanie asked a rather demanding attitude.
Hunter showed her his hand, to indicate to wait for a second.
"Listen man, the main thing is now that he KNOWS he's probably gonna go nuts over me! He can kill me!" Batista cried,
"Yeah and I think he should! Dave! What the hell were you thinking?!"
"Look bro, that doesn't matter! I want my head where it is, I don't want to be brutalized by an angered Hardy who probably thinks I was the one who paid the goons to beat up his kid brother! That's Jericho's problem and now that the Hardy knows he wants my head!"
"What do you want me to do?" Hunter yelled at him.
"Look . . ." Batista took a deep breath before continuing, talking to Hunter was like talking to his oldest brother, "Me and the guys . . . we've decided that its best for me to NOT appear on tonight's show or on any other show at least until Sunday Night Heat alright? Cause, after RAW there's probably gonna be a little bit of a segment involving the roster to jump in on Matt for the Hardcore belt. In which it'll save my ass by a dozen mile!"
"I thought you wanted that damn belt yourself?"
"I do! I just need some time and now isn't the exactly perfect time. I want to fight on my terms not his. You get what I'm sayin?"
"WHAT. Do. You. Want. ME to do?!" His voice was getting louder as he spoke,
"I'm not gonna be on tonight's house show, Randy will, taking my place on Ric's match. I won't be there tomorrow or on Sunday night, that's just what I wanted you to know."
"Yeah and have you spoken to Bischoff or any body about it?" Hunter asked, more like shouted.
"Yes I have! He says its alright."
"Great . . . so what about if I need Evolution in any of the House Shows?"
"You still get Ric and Randy!"
"Y'know what Dave? At times like this I wish I were still part of DX! At least then the guys talked to the 'leader' about any decisions before making one themselves! Next time you do something as stupid as this you talk to me first you got that?!"
"Yeah . . . yeah I got that." Batista lowered his voice, after all Hunter was the leader of the group, he couldn't argue with that fact. If Evolution together was one big family, Hunter was the oldest 'son' and the eldest 'brother'. Flair being the 'father'.
"Good." The Game told him and clicked off the phone. Cutting the line completely before sniffing out a sweaty sigh.
"What were you talking about?" When Hunter turned around, he saw his wife standing there with her arms crossed against her breasts. She had on a look that demanded an explanation.
Paul sighed, "Dave is scared to show up on any of the House Shows because he thinks Matt Hardy is gonna kill him." He said the truth,
"Why would Matt Hardy, of all people, want to 'kill' Batista?"
"Because . . . Steph . . . ugh . . . I haven't told you about it have I?" Hunter raised from the bed on the opposite that of Stephanie's.
"No, you haven't." She sternly informed him.
"A few nights ago . . . possibly the monday after Armageddon, Amy Dumas . . . Lita—"
"Yeah what about her?" The billion dollar princess was very still of what her husband was telling her. Something was hidden from her and she felt that.
"I didn't know this until last Monday, and I should've told you."
"What happened?" Her voice was soft as the tightness of her jaw gradually decreased when she heard of the events that took place.
"She was alone in her hotel room because the previous night Matt was injured to the pulp of the Elimination Chamber match. You remember that right?"
"YES now tell me what happened to her? I know Amy very well for god's sake, at least we're closer than I am with any of the Smackdown divas! What happened to her that night?"
Hunter swallowed hard before telling her the sick truth of what his teammates did to a helpless girl; "Batista broke into Lita's hotel room and . . ." He looked towards the floor slightly before looking back up into Stephanie's green eyes, "And he raped her."
The shock in his wife's eyes proved to be just how much of a bad deed this really was. Hunter didn't know what else he could say.
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: "This Friday night! The next update will take place and will prolly put in the Friday-Night-House-Show! It'll b cool so don't miss out! Hope you liked this chapter coz boy was this big or what? Lol. Lemme know ur thoughts!
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