Salveme.
A/N: I've been getting a pretty good response to this story, so I thought I'd upload an extra chapter. ENJOY!!!
Also, language in this part. A couple of f***, b******, and other things.
Also, in the next few weeks I'll start uploading another story called Metamorphosis, which is another Lita/Evolution fic where everyone actually gets along.
Thanks guys for your reviews,
Samantha.
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"So if you could sleep with any guy on the roster, who would you sleep with?"
"Not another one of your lists Ivory." Gail whined.
"Come on." Ivory prodded her. "It'll be fun."
"In that case I'll take... Chris Jericho." Victoria grinned. "He has a cute face, and a gorgeous accent."
"I think Randy Orton." Gail answered, no one noticing as Lita closed her eyes in pain, putting the book she was reading down on the bench, an expression of horror fleeting across her features.
"Why?" Ivory asked.
"I think he would be great in bed." Gail announced. "I think he'd be a great lover."
"I don't think he'd know much more than the basics." Lita told her, finally entering the conversation. "He's too young to know anything real about women, other than to give them a quick, animalistic fuck."
"Are you an authority figure on the matter?" Molly looked up at her thoughtfully.
"Wouldn't touch the little bastard if he was the last man on earth." She answered turning away to start getting changed, pulling her sweatshirt over her head.
"Girl what have you been doing to yourself?" Gail stood up, reaching out to touch some of the bruises that still hadn't faded on Lita's back, chest and sides.
"Got clumsy." She shrugged, biting her lip so that she wouldn't wince as she pulled her wrestling tank top over her head to begin getting dressed for her walk on.
"Pretty clumsy." Trish observed, leaning against the doorjamb. "Are you going to tell us where you really were for those two weeks, or do we have to keep guessing?"
"I was sick." Lita repeated, the story getting a little old. "Look I'm heading back to the hotel for a little while, but I'll be back later."
**********
Trish knocked lightly on the door to the Co-GM's office.
"Trish, come on in." Steve told her, looking pretty happy, a can of beer in his hand. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about Lita." Trish began uncertainly. "I know that she's adamant that she was sick for those two weeks, but I can't help but think that there's something she's not telling us, and it's really bothering her."
"I have noticed that her recent behavior has been a little... off." He nodded. "Do you know anything?"
"Not really. She's quiet, but she's really jumpy, almost paranoid. And while she's pretty comfortable just hanging out in the diva's locker room when it's just us in there, get her around anyone else and she makes some excuse to leave. Rob told me that he tried to get her to stay in the cafeteria the other day, by grabbing her hand, but the way she pulled away was more like she was flinching, and he told me that she was trembling. She'd told him that she was cold."
"That's fair enough." Steve shrugged.
"Rob only thought to tell me because he thought it was weird." Trish told him. "How many people do you know who can claim to be cold when they're wearing a sweater, coat and a scarf?"
"No one."
"And just before when she was getting changed. She's covered in bruises, all down her ribs, back, and hips."
"Bruises?" Steve sat up, looking concerned.
"She told the girls she'd just been clumsy." The blonde told him. "But she was covered in them."
"You might be on to something." He nodded, thinking. "What do you propose we do about it?"
**********
"Hey Lita," Stacy called from down the hall. "Steve said he wanted to see you in his office when you got here."
"Thanks Stac." Lita answered, dumping her bags just inside the door of the women's locker room, and starting down the hall towards the co-GM's office, half dreading what might happen.
Trying to maintain her composure Lita knocked loudly on the door, opening it when she heard Steve call out. 'Come in.'
"What's going on?" Lita asked as she opened the door and walked into the co- GM's office.
Steve, Eric, Trish, Jeff Hardy and Christian sat on the couch and in various chairs.
"Jeff, what are you doing here?"
"Take a seat." Steve told her, gesturing to a vacant armchair.
"This is an intervention." Jeff told her. "Li, we're all worried about you."
Lita stared at them for a moment, before making a move towards the door.
"Sit down please." Steve repeated firmly.
Looking at him through her eyelashes she complied, sitting in the chair, resting her head on her hand.
"What's going on, hey?" Trish asked, leaning forward. "You won't come out anywhere, you refuse point blank to get in the ring."
"I haven't been feeling well."
"You don't return my calls, you refuse point blank to see me." Jeff told her, "That's not the person I know."
"I've been busy."
"That's not it." Jeff told her. "You're different. Somewhere deep inside you've changed, even if you haven't realized it yet."
"I've just been sick." She repeated, sounding like a parrot.
"Stop lying to yourself honey." Trish told her gently. "You know that you can always tell me, us, anything."
Lita shook her head, her red hair tumbling around her face. "I can't."
"What could you have possibly done to make us mad at you?" Jeff asked.
"You'd be so disappointed in me." She said softly.
"Nothing could make us disappointed in you." Christian told her, reaching out to touch her face. Unexpectedly, she recoiled, moving as far back in the chair as she could, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He told her gently, moving away, while Lita abruptly got to her feet, then put one hand to her head, and sat back down, almost as if she was falling back into the chair.
"If you're sick," Eric began, "What's wrong with you?"
Lita looked at the floor when she answered. "I have the stomach flu."
"Not for four weeks." Eric told her.
"Are you pregnant?" Trish asked, suddenly feeling that it was the only other possible explanation.
Slowly Lita nodded.
"The why didn't you tell us, silly?" The blonde Canadian knelt down in front of her friend. "No one's going to be mad about that."
"How long have you been pregnant?" Steve asked gently.
Lita's voice shook when she answered him. "About five weeks, maybe five and a half weeks."
"So when you took two weeks off you were having a vacation?" Eric asked her, doing the quick calculation in his head.
"I wouldn't say that." Lita's voice was barely a whisper.
"Who is the baby's father?" Christian asked, trying to hide the hurt on his face.
"I don't know." Though her lips moved, no sound came out.
Trish laid a reassuring hand on Lita's arm.
"I don't know." Lita repeated, her words audible the second time. She bit her lip, trying not to cry as memories of her captivity sprung to mind.
"That's no big." Jeff said gently. "Who were you with?"
"I was... with more than one person." The look in her eyes was pained as she answered.
"So get a paternity test done." Christian told her.
"I can't."
"Honey, did someone do something to you that you didn't want them to?" Trish asked gently.
Lita bit her lip again, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Did someone force themselves on you?" Steve asked.
"I can't talk about this." She whimpered.
"Why not?" Christian asked.
"They'll get me."
"No one can get you Lita," Jeff said gently. "You're safe now."
"You don't understand, they watch me, check up on me." Lita said softly, her voice filled with fear.
"So you know whoever did this to you?" Eric asked, a little surprised.
"I try not to know them, I don't like thinking about them, or what they did to me." Lita told him. "I hate the fact that I still see them at night and wake up screaming. Most of all I hate the thought of them knowing my body so... intimately."
"You say 'them'." Jeff said softly. "You mean as in more than one?"
She nodded silently.
"Could you tell the police?" Steve asked, "I mean, would you prefer to talk to them, or a counselor?"
"How long did it go on for?" Trish asked, her accent soothing and familiar to Lita's ears.
"Fourteen days, twenty-one hours and fifteen minutes, from the time that I left my hotel to fly home to the time I was free of them."
"They held you hostage?" Jeff asked, his eyes wide.
"When I convinced them to let me go I said that I would tell everyone that I had gone up to the cabin in North Carolina because I was unhappy. I was supposed to say I had sent a fax to RAW administration, but that it must have been lost, or not gotten through."
"What changed?" Jeff asked, "You went around telling everyone that you'd been sick."
"At the airport I didn't count on running into Rob and Christian." Lita answered him, coming as close to telling them as she dared, hoping that Christian would put two and two together. "Once I met them in Oklahoma my lies didn't make sense anymore. I had to come up with new ones."
"When you say 'they', you mean that there was 'four', don't you?" Christian asked her, understanding.
Finally Lita began to sob, leaning forwards into Trish's arms as Christian swore.
"Sons of bitches! Absolute fucking sons of bitches!" There was a loud thump as he drove his fist through the plaster in one of the walls.
"You know who did this to her?" Steve stood up, his close proximity calming the smaller man.
"Evolution." Christian dropped down beside Lita, offering his hand to her, wanting to give her some kind of comfort, but at the same time not wanting to frighten her. "They were with her when Rob and I met her at the airport."
In Trish's arms Lita began to sob harder, her tears soaking through the blonde's shirt.
"It's okay now honey." Trish reassured her. "We're going to make it better now, I promise."
"How do we handle this?" Eric asked Steve. "It's her words against theirs, and I think a judge would be more inclined to side with the four of them."
"I have proof, if that's what you want." Lita said softly, her voice raspy.
"What sort of proof?" Eric asked her.
"Photographs they took on my digital camera, a journal, sheets, the phone call they used to get me to leave the hotel in the first place will be on record too. They got someone to call my room and pretend to be from a hospital in Florida. They told me my mom was sick and I was needed right away." She bit her lip again. "I left my hotel as fast as I could, meaning to call Trish and administration from the airport. They were waiting for me in the parking garage."
"Screw whupping a man's ass, I'm going to kill Hunter fucking Hearst, fucking Helmsley." Steve growled.
"He's the one who let me go." Lita dropped her eyes back to the floor. "I begged them to let me go for two weeks, and I managed to convince him."
"Here's what we're going to do," Trish told everyone. "We'll take Lita to the police station and she can make a statement. Even if she doesn't want to press charges, at least it will be on record."
"They'll still come after me." Lita told her. "You've seen them, they're calculated, and they always get their revenge."
"So we'll get you someplace safe, on your turf." Jeff told her. "You could go back to Mexico and stay with Rey and his mother and their family. No one would be able to find you there, and the other luchadors would offer you some form of protection. Plus we can find you a good counselor there and you'll be able to work through all of this." He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and smiled gently at her.
"Let's get going, honey." Trish told her, helping her to her feet as the six of them began to leave the room, all making their way towards the parking lot.
A/N: I've been getting a pretty good response to this story, so I thought I'd upload an extra chapter. ENJOY!!!
Also, language in this part. A couple of f***, b******, and other things.
Also, in the next few weeks I'll start uploading another story called Metamorphosis, which is another Lita/Evolution fic where everyone actually gets along.
Thanks guys for your reviews,
Samantha.
**************
"So if you could sleep with any guy on the roster, who would you sleep with?"
"Not another one of your lists Ivory." Gail whined.
"Come on." Ivory prodded her. "It'll be fun."
"In that case I'll take... Chris Jericho." Victoria grinned. "He has a cute face, and a gorgeous accent."
"I think Randy Orton." Gail answered, no one noticing as Lita closed her eyes in pain, putting the book she was reading down on the bench, an expression of horror fleeting across her features.
"Why?" Ivory asked.
"I think he would be great in bed." Gail announced. "I think he'd be a great lover."
"I don't think he'd know much more than the basics." Lita told her, finally entering the conversation. "He's too young to know anything real about women, other than to give them a quick, animalistic fuck."
"Are you an authority figure on the matter?" Molly looked up at her thoughtfully.
"Wouldn't touch the little bastard if he was the last man on earth." She answered turning away to start getting changed, pulling her sweatshirt over her head.
"Girl what have you been doing to yourself?" Gail stood up, reaching out to touch some of the bruises that still hadn't faded on Lita's back, chest and sides.
"Got clumsy." She shrugged, biting her lip so that she wouldn't wince as she pulled her wrestling tank top over her head to begin getting dressed for her walk on.
"Pretty clumsy." Trish observed, leaning against the doorjamb. "Are you going to tell us where you really were for those two weeks, or do we have to keep guessing?"
"I was sick." Lita repeated, the story getting a little old. "Look I'm heading back to the hotel for a little while, but I'll be back later."
**********
Trish knocked lightly on the door to the Co-GM's office.
"Trish, come on in." Steve told her, looking pretty happy, a can of beer in his hand. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about Lita." Trish began uncertainly. "I know that she's adamant that she was sick for those two weeks, but I can't help but think that there's something she's not telling us, and it's really bothering her."
"I have noticed that her recent behavior has been a little... off." He nodded. "Do you know anything?"
"Not really. She's quiet, but she's really jumpy, almost paranoid. And while she's pretty comfortable just hanging out in the diva's locker room when it's just us in there, get her around anyone else and she makes some excuse to leave. Rob told me that he tried to get her to stay in the cafeteria the other day, by grabbing her hand, but the way she pulled away was more like she was flinching, and he told me that she was trembling. She'd told him that she was cold."
"That's fair enough." Steve shrugged.
"Rob only thought to tell me because he thought it was weird." Trish told him. "How many people do you know who can claim to be cold when they're wearing a sweater, coat and a scarf?"
"No one."
"And just before when she was getting changed. She's covered in bruises, all down her ribs, back, and hips."
"Bruises?" Steve sat up, looking concerned.
"She told the girls she'd just been clumsy." The blonde told him. "But she was covered in them."
"You might be on to something." He nodded, thinking. "What do you propose we do about it?"
**********
"Hey Lita," Stacy called from down the hall. "Steve said he wanted to see you in his office when you got here."
"Thanks Stac." Lita answered, dumping her bags just inside the door of the women's locker room, and starting down the hall towards the co-GM's office, half dreading what might happen.
Trying to maintain her composure Lita knocked loudly on the door, opening it when she heard Steve call out. 'Come in.'
"What's going on?" Lita asked as she opened the door and walked into the co- GM's office.
Steve, Eric, Trish, Jeff Hardy and Christian sat on the couch and in various chairs.
"Jeff, what are you doing here?"
"Take a seat." Steve told her, gesturing to a vacant armchair.
"This is an intervention." Jeff told her. "Li, we're all worried about you."
Lita stared at them for a moment, before making a move towards the door.
"Sit down please." Steve repeated firmly.
Looking at him through her eyelashes she complied, sitting in the chair, resting her head on her hand.
"What's going on, hey?" Trish asked, leaning forward. "You won't come out anywhere, you refuse point blank to get in the ring."
"I haven't been feeling well."
"You don't return my calls, you refuse point blank to see me." Jeff told her, "That's not the person I know."
"I've been busy."
"That's not it." Jeff told her. "You're different. Somewhere deep inside you've changed, even if you haven't realized it yet."
"I've just been sick." She repeated, sounding like a parrot.
"Stop lying to yourself honey." Trish told her gently. "You know that you can always tell me, us, anything."
Lita shook her head, her red hair tumbling around her face. "I can't."
"What could you have possibly done to make us mad at you?" Jeff asked.
"You'd be so disappointed in me." She said softly.
"Nothing could make us disappointed in you." Christian told her, reaching out to touch her face. Unexpectedly, she recoiled, moving as far back in the chair as she could, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He told her gently, moving away, while Lita abruptly got to her feet, then put one hand to her head, and sat back down, almost as if she was falling back into the chair.
"If you're sick," Eric began, "What's wrong with you?"
Lita looked at the floor when she answered. "I have the stomach flu."
"Not for four weeks." Eric told her.
"Are you pregnant?" Trish asked, suddenly feeling that it was the only other possible explanation.
Slowly Lita nodded.
"The why didn't you tell us, silly?" The blonde Canadian knelt down in front of her friend. "No one's going to be mad about that."
"How long have you been pregnant?" Steve asked gently.
Lita's voice shook when she answered him. "About five weeks, maybe five and a half weeks."
"So when you took two weeks off you were having a vacation?" Eric asked her, doing the quick calculation in his head.
"I wouldn't say that." Lita's voice was barely a whisper.
"Who is the baby's father?" Christian asked, trying to hide the hurt on his face.
"I don't know." Though her lips moved, no sound came out.
Trish laid a reassuring hand on Lita's arm.
"I don't know." Lita repeated, her words audible the second time. She bit her lip, trying not to cry as memories of her captivity sprung to mind.
"That's no big." Jeff said gently. "Who were you with?"
"I was... with more than one person." The look in her eyes was pained as she answered.
"So get a paternity test done." Christian told her.
"I can't."
"Honey, did someone do something to you that you didn't want them to?" Trish asked gently.
Lita bit her lip again, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Did someone force themselves on you?" Steve asked.
"I can't talk about this." She whimpered.
"Why not?" Christian asked.
"They'll get me."
"No one can get you Lita," Jeff said gently. "You're safe now."
"You don't understand, they watch me, check up on me." Lita said softly, her voice filled with fear.
"So you know whoever did this to you?" Eric asked, a little surprised.
"I try not to know them, I don't like thinking about them, or what they did to me." Lita told him. "I hate the fact that I still see them at night and wake up screaming. Most of all I hate the thought of them knowing my body so... intimately."
"You say 'them'." Jeff said softly. "You mean as in more than one?"
She nodded silently.
"Could you tell the police?" Steve asked, "I mean, would you prefer to talk to them, or a counselor?"
"How long did it go on for?" Trish asked, her accent soothing and familiar to Lita's ears.
"Fourteen days, twenty-one hours and fifteen minutes, from the time that I left my hotel to fly home to the time I was free of them."
"They held you hostage?" Jeff asked, his eyes wide.
"When I convinced them to let me go I said that I would tell everyone that I had gone up to the cabin in North Carolina because I was unhappy. I was supposed to say I had sent a fax to RAW administration, but that it must have been lost, or not gotten through."
"What changed?" Jeff asked, "You went around telling everyone that you'd been sick."
"At the airport I didn't count on running into Rob and Christian." Lita answered him, coming as close to telling them as she dared, hoping that Christian would put two and two together. "Once I met them in Oklahoma my lies didn't make sense anymore. I had to come up with new ones."
"When you say 'they', you mean that there was 'four', don't you?" Christian asked her, understanding.
Finally Lita began to sob, leaning forwards into Trish's arms as Christian swore.
"Sons of bitches! Absolute fucking sons of bitches!" There was a loud thump as he drove his fist through the plaster in one of the walls.
"You know who did this to her?" Steve stood up, his close proximity calming the smaller man.
"Evolution." Christian dropped down beside Lita, offering his hand to her, wanting to give her some kind of comfort, but at the same time not wanting to frighten her. "They were with her when Rob and I met her at the airport."
In Trish's arms Lita began to sob harder, her tears soaking through the blonde's shirt.
"It's okay now honey." Trish reassured her. "We're going to make it better now, I promise."
"How do we handle this?" Eric asked Steve. "It's her words against theirs, and I think a judge would be more inclined to side with the four of them."
"I have proof, if that's what you want." Lita said softly, her voice raspy.
"What sort of proof?" Eric asked her.
"Photographs they took on my digital camera, a journal, sheets, the phone call they used to get me to leave the hotel in the first place will be on record too. They got someone to call my room and pretend to be from a hospital in Florida. They told me my mom was sick and I was needed right away." She bit her lip again. "I left my hotel as fast as I could, meaning to call Trish and administration from the airport. They were waiting for me in the parking garage."
"Screw whupping a man's ass, I'm going to kill Hunter fucking Hearst, fucking Helmsley." Steve growled.
"He's the one who let me go." Lita dropped her eyes back to the floor. "I begged them to let me go for two weeks, and I managed to convince him."
"Here's what we're going to do," Trish told everyone. "We'll take Lita to the police station and she can make a statement. Even if she doesn't want to press charges, at least it will be on record."
"They'll still come after me." Lita told her. "You've seen them, they're calculated, and they always get their revenge."
"So we'll get you someplace safe, on your turf." Jeff told her. "You could go back to Mexico and stay with Rey and his mother and their family. No one would be able to find you there, and the other luchadors would offer you some form of protection. Plus we can find you a good counselor there and you'll be able to work through all of this." He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and smiled gently at her.
"Let's get going, honey." Trish told her, helping her to her feet as the six of them began to leave the room, all making their way towards the parking lot.