All for One Thing
Chapter 2
Lita looked out of the window of the airplane as she thought. The redhead was an emotional and physical mess since Kane had pulled her aside six days ago. She had immediately retreated to her house in Cameron, North Carolina, to think. Kane was not fooling around or making blind threats; he meant every word he said. Lita had spent five sleepless nights in a row at her house, only leaving her home when it was absolutely necessary. There was a ghostly pallor to her skin, and deep circles beneath her eyes. Countless messages were in her inbox on her cell phone, but she refused to check them.
That morning, Lita had simply pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants, taking comfort in the baggy clothes. When she got to the arena, of course, she would have to change, but at this moment, she wasn't in the mood to be hit on by complete and annoying strangers.
Her eyes settled on the white clouds beneath her. Any other day she'd be transfixed by the site, but today nothing could take her mind off of the match: Kane versus Matt. She closed her eyes and sighed. If the match was going to go down the way it was supposed to in paper, then she'd only be nervous, not so…distressed didn't quite cover it. Kane's threat had made a mess of her.
'God damn it,' Lita cursed to herself, covering her face with one hand. 'What am I supposed to do? I can't make a decision like this in the time I have! If Matt wins the match, he'll kill my baby. If Kane wins the match, I'll get to have the baby. But if Kane wins…it'll just about kill Matt emotionally.' She ran a hand through her tangled hair, knowing her bloodshot eyes were sparkling with tears once more. 'What have I gotten Matt into? What have I gotten myself into?'
'I can't let Kane kill my baby!' she thought desperately. 'It may be half Kane's, but it's half mine too!' she pressed her fist to her mouth. 'If I just let Matt win…I'll be setting it up for death…' she felt a warm, salty tear run down her face. She had weighed the pros and cons several times in Cameron, but it kept coming down to the same question. 'What's more important: my baby's life, or Matt's heart?'
'I couldn't live with myself if I lost the baby… I couldn't live with myself if I broke Matt's heart again.' She pursed her lips to stop herself from letting out a sob. She was at a standstill, and she didn't know what to do.
"Welcome aboard flight 487 service to Toronto, it's your pilot speaking. We are on schedule, and should arrive in Toronto at 7:00 their time," the captain's voice disappeared into background noise as Lita shifted in her chair, glancing at her watch.
She had one hour until the plane landed, and two hours until Summerslam started.
It wasn't nearly enough time to make her decision.
Lita let out a breath as the plane began its slow descent downward. It was a little past seven. She nibbled on her lip. It would take nearly a half an hour to get her luggage, and another fifteen minutes to get to the arena, not including the traffic. She would get to the arena just as—or a little after—Summerslam started. If Vince or Eric got a hold of that, she'd be dead meat. 'I've got bigger fish to fry,' Lita thought to herself, and sighed, looking out the window as everything began to get larger.
'I can't lose the baby, and I can't lose Matt. I know… I just can't,' she thought to herself, and then froze as a thought came to her. 'I'm such an idiot! If you have to have both, screw the rules, you have to find a way!'
Lita grinned, a little sigh of relief on her part. She had found a way to have both. It would mean marriage to the man she loathed most in the world, and betraying Matt—for the moment, at least. He would be pained, but if everything went her way, he would know what she was doing. He would know that she didn't mean a word she said. Wincing, the redhead remembered the deadly message Kane had delivered the first day when she was in her home—if she told Matt about Kane's threats, or talked to Matt more than a few sentences before the match started, he was as good as dead. After that, she had turned off her phone. The redhead sighed, and leaned back in her chair. If Kane realized her plan, he would kill her with his own bare hands.
But, at this point, she didn't really care.
Author's Note: Well, here's the second chapter. Sorry that it's so short...I'll try to make the other chapters a little longer! I'm going to try and get the third chapter up before Summerslam, so look for it tomorrow! Also, please check out my other stories, including my joint story with curlymonic1215--"Xtreme Revolution", under the penname XtremeJerichoholics. I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please, please, please review!