disclaimers on chapter 1. I haven't done a chapter story in ever, so bear with me if you're actually reading this crap. thanks :)
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On cue, as soon as Jeff saw her, he turned into a sobbing mess. Thank god she had been asleep when he arrived, she didn't think she could take another sappy reunion. Now. The Canadian was poking something that vaguely looked like food on her plate. Another reason to hate hospitals, the food.
They told her it was chicken soup but it looked more like watered down mountain dew. She pushed it aside and munched on her crackers, the jello looked decent and the applesauce was in a single size portion cup so the crack team of cooks couldn't have screwed that one up.
She reached for her juice and stopped mid-motion as she realized that the two people in front of her was watching her every move.
"Okay, stop it. Right now." Trish muttered, she didn't want to be on display like this.
"I'm sorry." Jeff whispered, she wanted to mad but couldn't, he looked so sad and worried, his purple hair was pulled back under a green handkerchief. He didn't look as put together as he usually did, his boots were untied, his shirt was only tucked into his jeans on the left side.
"Come here, baby boy. I'm only eating for you so..." She gestured from him to move to the chair beside her bed, he smiled and quickly hurried over, opting to stand next to her than sit. He reached over and pulled off the lid to the applesauce.
"You must be Miss Cleo cause that's what I wanted. My hero." She playfully swooned and patted his hand while she picked up her plastic spoon with the other.
"Mister Cleo" He corrected her. "You should eat your soup. Good for you. Yum yum." She smiled slightly as she dipped the spoon into the liquid just a tiny tip and shoved the spoon into her mouth.
"Ack!" She gagged as she spit out the utensil onto her tray. "God, that is just vile. Well, at least I get my wish, they're trying to kill me with this food."
Jeff giggled but Lita sighed audibly. "Don't say that, okay?"
"Say what?" Trish smiled innocently as she pushed her bowl to the edge of her table.
"You know what."
"But why?" Trish mock whined.
Lita shook her head. "Don't play this, please. I'm tired and I've been worried sick and you just keep making jokes, Trish."
"Fine fine." Trish threw her hands in the air. She didn't wanna do this now anyway, maybe later, maybe whenever she wasn't in a hospital gown, maybe whenever Jeff wasn't in the picture, when they could argue on equal footing.
"I think we should let you get some sleep." She reached underneath her chair and grabbed her jacket.
"Like mom, it's only 8:30." Jeff teased.
"Yeah, I want to braid his hair and read his poetry then I can freeze his bra." Trish reached for his chest but Jeff moved back, she couldn't reach out any further because of her IV drip.
"Damn thing." She flicked the little tube.
Lita wanted to be the friend, she wanted to play that role but she found herself torn between being a parental figure and being a sister. She pulled on her jacket and walked to the other side of the bed, she kissed Trish on the cheek and whispered an I love you before she pulled away.
"Come on, Jeff." Lita tugged on his jacket, he pushed her hand away gently and kissed Trish on the top of the head.
"You scared us. Please don't do it again." He didn't wait for a response, he turned and brushed past the curtain dividing the room.
"I'm just going to say ditto for now. We'll be back tomorrow." Lita smiled as she passed the curtain.
After hearing the last of the echoes of their shoes, Trish cast the table of food away and off to the side, she really was eating for Jeff, only to put him at ease. She didn't want him to turn into a mother hen like Lita.
Minutes passed by as she sat doing nothing, what the hell was she doing here anyway? She felt fine. The color returned to her cheeks, her throat felt better, she just wanted to leave.
Why the hell can't I? I'm an adult!
She furiously pushed the nurses button on the remote by her bed, she impatiently waited for someone to come, when no one came within the minute, she began to shout.
"I need a little help." She stopped her shouting for ten seconds but when no one came she resumed "Hello! Patient with some actual insurance here!"
And with that, one of the nurses ran in, out of breath, she grabbed her chart to find the extremely loud patient's name.
"Um, Patricia, I'd appreciate it if you just rang the button to fetch a nurse instead of shouting for one."
Trish put on her sweetest expression for the woman but her voice was nothing but sweet.
"Listen, doll, I buzzed your little button over and over again and got jack squat, you should test their hearing because it sucks. Anyway, I'd like to sign myself out."
"Miss, this isn't a hotel. I'd need to consult your doctor before you leave, you tried to..."
Trish cut her off, she didn't need another damn lecture, especially from someone she didn't even know.
"Blah blah blah blah blah." She used her hand to demonstrate someone talking. "I've heard it already, so save it. I'm an adult, I am fine. I'd like to sign myself out."
"Miss..."
"Now." Her voice was cold and void of emotions, just like the stare that bore into the woman before her. The nurse actually looked frightened as Trish stared her down.
"Alright, I'll get the paperwork ready."
Trish smiled brightly at the woman. "Thank you very much!" She said, her voice filled with cheer. She looked over to the side and picked up the tiny Barbie.
"You and me kid, we're going places."
In the span of thirty minutes, she signed herself away and walked out of that damn hospital with a pair of clothes from a bin of donated ones from a local church and was on her way to the airport. Thankfully, she had a few bills, her ID, and a credit card in her pocket from a shopping trip a few hours before the incident.
As the cab drove down the nearly bare freeway, she couldn't help but feel just a bit guilty for not telling Lita or Jeff but those thoughts faded away as the lights from the airport came within view off in the distance.
They were good people but she just didn't want that now. She really wanted to be away from it all, the travel, the people, the fans. She wanted to be by herself from now on.
She rationalized how it would be best for them, they wouldn't need to hang out with a crazy suicidal girl and she wouldn't have to have to be henpecked by a chick only a few years older. It really truly was for the best.
As she threw the cabbie a twenty from the back seat, she headed straight for the front desk of American Airlines, she knew what she had to do. She didn't care about this kind of life anyway. She wanted out of the WWE and she wanted it now.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" A pleasant voice broke her thoughts as she stared off into the terminal.
"Yes, when's the next flight to Stamford, Connecticut?"
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Lita happily skipped into the hospital room, a teddy bear in hand but stopped as the bed that once occupied Trish was empty. She walked back a few steps to check the room number, it was her room.
Oh god.
She dropped the teddy bear as she raced down to the nurse's station as fast as her legs could carry her.
"W-w-where's my friend? She was in room 139, she's not there anymore."
"What's her name?"
"Trish Stratus. Oh, god, did she... die?" The word was so hard to say, how could she be dead? How could anyone that young be gone? She let out a harsh sob and grabbed onto the counter top for support.
"Your friend isn't dead, she checked herself out." A voice came from behind, it was the nurse that released Trish hours before.
"What do you mean? Isn't she supposed to like, I don't know, stay here for observation to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid?" Lita moved from the counter to the woman, she couldn't believe it. Trish didn't even tell her, Trish never said anything about it.
"For minors, yes but when an adult comes in and they want out and they've had no history of mental illness then we can't stop them. She signed the waiver and left about ten last night."
Ten? The fear that had subsided for a moment at the news of Trish signing herself out grew. It was now nine in the morning, plenty of time for Trish to finish the job.
"Did she say anything about going anywhere?"
The nurse rubbed her chin for a moment and tried to recall the events of the night.
"I believe she asked for some change to use the pay phone. I remember her saying something about the airport but other than that, nothing, I'm sorry."
"Thank you." She waved off the nurse and turned around, heading back down the hallway. She stopped to pick up the small bear that she had dropped. Lita pulled out her cellphone and checked her missed calls. Nothing. How could she not call her? How could she not think she'd worry about her.
Lita fumed even more during the elevator ride, she was her fucking friend, damn it! She at least deserved some sort of message, she slammed her fist into the 'open doors' button and found the nearest trash can, she angrily threw the toy into the can and stormed off.
She was angry on the outside, not caring about what anyone would think of her at the moment but deep down inside she was terrified, she had no idea where her suicidal friend was. No messages in the past ten hours and she was getting worried by the minute. She had no choice but to call him, what else could she do?
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Trish stood in front of the steps of World Wrestling Entertainment headquarters, she had taken two flights and a cab to get here and had no qualms about what she was going to do. She waved off the cab and headed up the stairs and into the expansive lobby, she nodded politely at the guard and front desk and headed to the elevators.
About ten associates got onto the elevator, they all took one glance at her and faced forward, too afraid to say anything. A few more people got on at the tenth floor and most got off on the twentieth. This was a right decision, this was something that was needed. She looked at her reflection in the gold plated doors, she smoothed down her hair and picked a few pieces of lint from the black zip up sweat jacket.
Trish stopped as the elevator came to a stop and dinged as the doors slid open. The hallway was long and covered in black and white marble, designed to look an awful lot like Vince's office. She stepped out and began to stride down the hallway, the receptionists desk getting closer with every step.
She noticed off to the side Ric Flair, Randy Orton and Hunter were talking but stopped as soon as they saw her come into sight, she glared at them and now felt even better about her decision.
The sneakers squeaked against the clean floor, the woman behind the desk looked up and seemed to gasp softly. "Trish? Oh, I heard about..."
"Um, hey..." She interrupted, waving her off as she propped her elbows onto the counter. "Is Vince here, by any chance?"
"No, Mr. McMahon isn't in to-"
"Okay, well is Junior in?"
"If you're speaking of Shane..."
"Bingo, sister. I'm looking to speak to numero dos." She held up two fingers and waved them in front of the woman's face.
"Well, he's in a meeting at the moment maybe I can..." She reached for a piece of paper and pen.
Trish sighed loudly and shook her head. "It's very important, see, I don't have a lot of time, if you've heard the rumors and it's imperative that I see him right now."
"But the meeting..." The woman behind the desk glanced nervously at two large black doors at the end of the hallway. Trish smirked and raised her hands up. "Alright, okay. Is it okay if I wait here..." She pointed at the group of black leather chairs off to the side. She glanced at the gold nameplate on the counter and mustered up her best smile. "...Barbara?"
"Of course." She returned the smile and busied herself again with the phone.
Trish walked slowly over to the setup and picked up a magazine, she flipped through a few pages and looked up at the double doors, she gave a sideways glance to the woman on the phone and noticed a very large security guard behind the wall that had been so hidden she hadn't seen him before.
She fake yawned and raised her hands over her head and made a break for it, by the time Barbara and the large bald headed security guard got up from their seats, she was already halfway down the hall.
She pounded her fists onto the hard wood of the door and nearly fell in the door as Shane quickly opened it.
"Oomph!" She fell into him but was stopped by his arms holding her up.
"What the hell is this?" The guard and clerk finally caught out, out of breath with anger etched on their faces.
"I'll get her out of here." The guard growled as he reached for her.
"No!" Shane's voice boomed as he pulled Trish up and helped her brush herself off. "She's fine, get back to work and maybe next time, you can actually do your damn jobs."
They nodded their head and spoke in unison. "Yes, Mr. McMahon."
He slammed the door shut on them and turned his attention back to Trish.
"Where's all your partners or whatever?" She looked around the empty boardroom, only to find a few posterboards on easels with a few drawings and figures.
"Huh?"
"She told me you were in a meeting."
"Oh, I tell her to tell that to anyone, I was playing some basketball, didn't want to be disturbed." He winked at her as he grabbed the foam basketball from the large, wooden table and threw it at the six foot plastic hoop. He groaned as the basket bounced off the top of the rim. "So, here to talk shop?"
"I guess so..." She scratched at her wrist and stopped as he stared at it.
"So is it okay?" Shane walked closer but she pulled the sleeve down, hiding any part of the bandage.
"It's never okay." She said, he noticed a change in tone but didn't mention anything about it. "And that's what I sort of need to discuss with you."
"Go ahead." He sat in the closest chair and motioned for her to do the same. Trish settled into the chair and took a deep breath.
"I'm quitting the WWE."
"What?" He asked, disbelief lined his voice. "You can't do that!"
"See, Shane, I don't think you understand. I'm not really in the best mental shape at the moment so I don't really know what I'm doing from here on out but this is the best option for all of us."
He jumped up from his chair and moved to her. "You can take off as long as you want. All medical expenses paid, vacation, whatever. As long as you need to recover from what happened."
She laughed bitterly as the McMahon tried to reason with her. "I don't think you fully understand, Shane. I don't care about vacation, I don't care about medical attention, I don't care if I got a call from god every day. I have no intention in coming back to anything. Don't you see, dear? I'm going away for a while."
He thought about it for a moment before his eyes widened as large as dinner plates. She couldn't be... she wouldn't... she already did.
"You can't..."
"I can." She smirked. "I'm doing it now and I hate to be rude but I'm on a tight schedule so I need to get home as soon as possible." She slipped out of her chair and moved towards him. "Give us a hug."
Before he was able to say anything, she hugged him tightly and flounced out of the room, only to peek her head back in.
"Shane, please relay this message to your father because I mean it, I'm not coming back, there's no reason to."
Shane grabbed the top of one of the chairs, his legs were wobbly after that whirlwind encounter. He took a few deep breaths and his eyes moved to his rolodex. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it over to him, he muttered as his flipped through the pages. He stopped and ripped the card from the roledex.
He quickly dialed the number and silently thanked god as she picked up the phone.
"Lita? I have some news..."
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"She what?!" Lita exclaimed, she took her eyes off the road for a second and nearly rammed into a park car. She yelped and dropped her cell phone onto the passenger seat, she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled into an empty parking lot.
Lita grabbed the phone and put it back up to her ear. "Oh my god, I just had a heart attack and nearly got into an accident."
Shane breathed a sigh of relief. "Lita, did she really try to kill herself?"
Lita breathed deeply. "Yes."
"Oh god."
"Besides saying she wanted to quit, what else did she say?"
"Umm, she said that she wouldn't be around long or something and that she was going home."
"Toronto." Lita mumbled and searched her purse. A passport and a credit card. "Shane, I gotta go, I'm going to knock some sense in to her. Okay? Yeah, I will. Bye."
She punched the end button but continued to stare at it, she put this off for too long. She searched through her digital address book and found his name, she listened to the ringing and prayed that he was there.
"Hello." A sleepy voice came from the other end.
"Bubba, I need to ask you a favor."
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Ooh! Stay tuned to see what happens! Please, kay, thanks.
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On cue, as soon as Jeff saw her, he turned into a sobbing mess. Thank god she had been asleep when he arrived, she didn't think she could take another sappy reunion. Now. The Canadian was poking something that vaguely looked like food on her plate. Another reason to hate hospitals, the food.
They told her it was chicken soup but it looked more like watered down mountain dew. She pushed it aside and munched on her crackers, the jello looked decent and the applesauce was in a single size portion cup so the crack team of cooks couldn't have screwed that one up.
She reached for her juice and stopped mid-motion as she realized that the two people in front of her was watching her every move.
"Okay, stop it. Right now." Trish muttered, she didn't want to be on display like this.
"I'm sorry." Jeff whispered, she wanted to mad but couldn't, he looked so sad and worried, his purple hair was pulled back under a green handkerchief. He didn't look as put together as he usually did, his boots were untied, his shirt was only tucked into his jeans on the left side.
"Come here, baby boy. I'm only eating for you so..." She gestured from him to move to the chair beside her bed, he smiled and quickly hurried over, opting to stand next to her than sit. He reached over and pulled off the lid to the applesauce.
"You must be Miss Cleo cause that's what I wanted. My hero." She playfully swooned and patted his hand while she picked up her plastic spoon with the other.
"Mister Cleo" He corrected her. "You should eat your soup. Good for you. Yum yum." She smiled slightly as she dipped the spoon into the liquid just a tiny tip and shoved the spoon into her mouth.
"Ack!" She gagged as she spit out the utensil onto her tray. "God, that is just vile. Well, at least I get my wish, they're trying to kill me with this food."
Jeff giggled but Lita sighed audibly. "Don't say that, okay?"
"Say what?" Trish smiled innocently as she pushed her bowl to the edge of her table.
"You know what."
"But why?" Trish mock whined.
Lita shook her head. "Don't play this, please. I'm tired and I've been worried sick and you just keep making jokes, Trish."
"Fine fine." Trish threw her hands in the air. She didn't wanna do this now anyway, maybe later, maybe whenever she wasn't in a hospital gown, maybe whenever Jeff wasn't in the picture, when they could argue on equal footing.
"I think we should let you get some sleep." She reached underneath her chair and grabbed her jacket.
"Like mom, it's only 8:30." Jeff teased.
"Yeah, I want to braid his hair and read his poetry then I can freeze his bra." Trish reached for his chest but Jeff moved back, she couldn't reach out any further because of her IV drip.
"Damn thing." She flicked the little tube.
Lita wanted to be the friend, she wanted to play that role but she found herself torn between being a parental figure and being a sister. She pulled on her jacket and walked to the other side of the bed, she kissed Trish on the cheek and whispered an I love you before she pulled away.
"Come on, Jeff." Lita tugged on his jacket, he pushed her hand away gently and kissed Trish on the top of the head.
"You scared us. Please don't do it again." He didn't wait for a response, he turned and brushed past the curtain dividing the room.
"I'm just going to say ditto for now. We'll be back tomorrow." Lita smiled as she passed the curtain.
After hearing the last of the echoes of their shoes, Trish cast the table of food away and off to the side, she really was eating for Jeff, only to put him at ease. She didn't want him to turn into a mother hen like Lita.
Minutes passed by as she sat doing nothing, what the hell was she doing here anyway? She felt fine. The color returned to her cheeks, her throat felt better, she just wanted to leave.
Why the hell can't I? I'm an adult!
She furiously pushed the nurses button on the remote by her bed, she impatiently waited for someone to come, when no one came within the minute, she began to shout.
"I need a little help." She stopped her shouting for ten seconds but when no one came she resumed "Hello! Patient with some actual insurance here!"
And with that, one of the nurses ran in, out of breath, she grabbed her chart to find the extremely loud patient's name.
"Um, Patricia, I'd appreciate it if you just rang the button to fetch a nurse instead of shouting for one."
Trish put on her sweetest expression for the woman but her voice was nothing but sweet.
"Listen, doll, I buzzed your little button over and over again and got jack squat, you should test their hearing because it sucks. Anyway, I'd like to sign myself out."
"Miss, this isn't a hotel. I'd need to consult your doctor before you leave, you tried to..."
Trish cut her off, she didn't need another damn lecture, especially from someone she didn't even know.
"Blah blah blah blah blah." She used her hand to demonstrate someone talking. "I've heard it already, so save it. I'm an adult, I am fine. I'd like to sign myself out."
"Miss..."
"Now." Her voice was cold and void of emotions, just like the stare that bore into the woman before her. The nurse actually looked frightened as Trish stared her down.
"Alright, I'll get the paperwork ready."
Trish smiled brightly at the woman. "Thank you very much!" She said, her voice filled with cheer. She looked over to the side and picked up the tiny Barbie.
"You and me kid, we're going places."
In the span of thirty minutes, she signed herself away and walked out of that damn hospital with a pair of clothes from a bin of donated ones from a local church and was on her way to the airport. Thankfully, she had a few bills, her ID, and a credit card in her pocket from a shopping trip a few hours before the incident.
As the cab drove down the nearly bare freeway, she couldn't help but feel just a bit guilty for not telling Lita or Jeff but those thoughts faded away as the lights from the airport came within view off in the distance.
They were good people but she just didn't want that now. She really wanted to be away from it all, the travel, the people, the fans. She wanted to be by herself from now on.
She rationalized how it would be best for them, they wouldn't need to hang out with a crazy suicidal girl and she wouldn't have to have to be henpecked by a chick only a few years older. It really truly was for the best.
As she threw the cabbie a twenty from the back seat, she headed straight for the front desk of American Airlines, she knew what she had to do. She didn't care about this kind of life anyway. She wanted out of the WWE and she wanted it now.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" A pleasant voice broke her thoughts as she stared off into the terminal.
"Yes, when's the next flight to Stamford, Connecticut?"
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Lita happily skipped into the hospital room, a teddy bear in hand but stopped as the bed that once occupied Trish was empty. She walked back a few steps to check the room number, it was her room.
Oh god.
She dropped the teddy bear as she raced down to the nurse's station as fast as her legs could carry her.
"W-w-where's my friend? She was in room 139, she's not there anymore."
"What's her name?"
"Trish Stratus. Oh, god, did she... die?" The word was so hard to say, how could she be dead? How could anyone that young be gone? She let out a harsh sob and grabbed onto the counter top for support.
"Your friend isn't dead, she checked herself out." A voice came from behind, it was the nurse that released Trish hours before.
"What do you mean? Isn't she supposed to like, I don't know, stay here for observation to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid?" Lita moved from the counter to the woman, she couldn't believe it. Trish didn't even tell her, Trish never said anything about it.
"For minors, yes but when an adult comes in and they want out and they've had no history of mental illness then we can't stop them. She signed the waiver and left about ten last night."
Ten? The fear that had subsided for a moment at the news of Trish signing herself out grew. It was now nine in the morning, plenty of time for Trish to finish the job.
"Did she say anything about going anywhere?"
The nurse rubbed her chin for a moment and tried to recall the events of the night.
"I believe she asked for some change to use the pay phone. I remember her saying something about the airport but other than that, nothing, I'm sorry."
"Thank you." She waved off the nurse and turned around, heading back down the hallway. She stopped to pick up the small bear that she had dropped. Lita pulled out her cellphone and checked her missed calls. Nothing. How could she not call her? How could she not think she'd worry about her.
Lita fumed even more during the elevator ride, she was her fucking friend, damn it! She at least deserved some sort of message, she slammed her fist into the 'open doors' button and found the nearest trash can, she angrily threw the toy into the can and stormed off.
She was angry on the outside, not caring about what anyone would think of her at the moment but deep down inside she was terrified, she had no idea where her suicidal friend was. No messages in the past ten hours and she was getting worried by the minute. She had no choice but to call him, what else could she do?
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Trish stood in front of the steps of World Wrestling Entertainment headquarters, she had taken two flights and a cab to get here and had no qualms about what she was going to do. She waved off the cab and headed up the stairs and into the expansive lobby, she nodded politely at the guard and front desk and headed to the elevators.
About ten associates got onto the elevator, they all took one glance at her and faced forward, too afraid to say anything. A few more people got on at the tenth floor and most got off on the twentieth. This was a right decision, this was something that was needed. She looked at her reflection in the gold plated doors, she smoothed down her hair and picked a few pieces of lint from the black zip up sweat jacket.
Trish stopped as the elevator came to a stop and dinged as the doors slid open. The hallway was long and covered in black and white marble, designed to look an awful lot like Vince's office. She stepped out and began to stride down the hallway, the receptionists desk getting closer with every step.
She noticed off to the side Ric Flair, Randy Orton and Hunter were talking but stopped as soon as they saw her come into sight, she glared at them and now felt even better about her decision.
The sneakers squeaked against the clean floor, the woman behind the desk looked up and seemed to gasp softly. "Trish? Oh, I heard about..."
"Um, hey..." She interrupted, waving her off as she propped her elbows onto the counter. "Is Vince here, by any chance?"
"No, Mr. McMahon isn't in to-"
"Okay, well is Junior in?"
"If you're speaking of Shane..."
"Bingo, sister. I'm looking to speak to numero dos." She held up two fingers and waved them in front of the woman's face.
"Well, he's in a meeting at the moment maybe I can..." She reached for a piece of paper and pen.
Trish sighed loudly and shook her head. "It's very important, see, I don't have a lot of time, if you've heard the rumors and it's imperative that I see him right now."
"But the meeting..." The woman behind the desk glanced nervously at two large black doors at the end of the hallway. Trish smirked and raised her hands up. "Alright, okay. Is it okay if I wait here..." She pointed at the group of black leather chairs off to the side. She glanced at the gold nameplate on the counter and mustered up her best smile. "...Barbara?"
"Of course." She returned the smile and busied herself again with the phone.
Trish walked slowly over to the setup and picked up a magazine, she flipped through a few pages and looked up at the double doors, she gave a sideways glance to the woman on the phone and noticed a very large security guard behind the wall that had been so hidden she hadn't seen him before.
She fake yawned and raised her hands over her head and made a break for it, by the time Barbara and the large bald headed security guard got up from their seats, she was already halfway down the hall.
She pounded her fists onto the hard wood of the door and nearly fell in the door as Shane quickly opened it.
"Oomph!" She fell into him but was stopped by his arms holding her up.
"What the hell is this?" The guard and clerk finally caught out, out of breath with anger etched on their faces.
"I'll get her out of here." The guard growled as he reached for her.
"No!" Shane's voice boomed as he pulled Trish up and helped her brush herself off. "She's fine, get back to work and maybe next time, you can actually do your damn jobs."
They nodded their head and spoke in unison. "Yes, Mr. McMahon."
He slammed the door shut on them and turned his attention back to Trish.
"Where's all your partners or whatever?" She looked around the empty boardroom, only to find a few posterboards on easels with a few drawings and figures.
"Huh?"
"She told me you were in a meeting."
"Oh, I tell her to tell that to anyone, I was playing some basketball, didn't want to be disturbed." He winked at her as he grabbed the foam basketball from the large, wooden table and threw it at the six foot plastic hoop. He groaned as the basket bounced off the top of the rim. "So, here to talk shop?"
"I guess so..." She scratched at her wrist and stopped as he stared at it.
"So is it okay?" Shane walked closer but she pulled the sleeve down, hiding any part of the bandage.
"It's never okay." She said, he noticed a change in tone but didn't mention anything about it. "And that's what I sort of need to discuss with you."
"Go ahead." He sat in the closest chair and motioned for her to do the same. Trish settled into the chair and took a deep breath.
"I'm quitting the WWE."
"What?" He asked, disbelief lined his voice. "You can't do that!"
"See, Shane, I don't think you understand. I'm not really in the best mental shape at the moment so I don't really know what I'm doing from here on out but this is the best option for all of us."
He jumped up from his chair and moved to her. "You can take off as long as you want. All medical expenses paid, vacation, whatever. As long as you need to recover from what happened."
She laughed bitterly as the McMahon tried to reason with her. "I don't think you fully understand, Shane. I don't care about vacation, I don't care about medical attention, I don't care if I got a call from god every day. I have no intention in coming back to anything. Don't you see, dear? I'm going away for a while."
He thought about it for a moment before his eyes widened as large as dinner plates. She couldn't be... she wouldn't... she already did.
"You can't..."
"I can." She smirked. "I'm doing it now and I hate to be rude but I'm on a tight schedule so I need to get home as soon as possible." She slipped out of her chair and moved towards him. "Give us a hug."
Before he was able to say anything, she hugged him tightly and flounced out of the room, only to peek her head back in.
"Shane, please relay this message to your father because I mean it, I'm not coming back, there's no reason to."
Shane grabbed the top of one of the chairs, his legs were wobbly after that whirlwind encounter. He took a few deep breaths and his eyes moved to his rolodex. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it over to him, he muttered as his flipped through the pages. He stopped and ripped the card from the roledex.
He quickly dialed the number and silently thanked god as she picked up the phone.
"Lita? I have some news..."
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"She what?!" Lita exclaimed, she took her eyes off the road for a second and nearly rammed into a park car. She yelped and dropped her cell phone onto the passenger seat, she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled into an empty parking lot.
Lita grabbed the phone and put it back up to her ear. "Oh my god, I just had a heart attack and nearly got into an accident."
Shane breathed a sigh of relief. "Lita, did she really try to kill herself?"
Lita breathed deeply. "Yes."
"Oh god."
"Besides saying she wanted to quit, what else did she say?"
"Umm, she said that she wouldn't be around long or something and that she was going home."
"Toronto." Lita mumbled and searched her purse. A passport and a credit card. "Shane, I gotta go, I'm going to knock some sense in to her. Okay? Yeah, I will. Bye."
She punched the end button but continued to stare at it, she put this off for too long. She searched through her digital address book and found his name, she listened to the ringing and prayed that he was there.
"Hello." A sleepy voice came from the other end.
"Bubba, I need to ask you a favor."
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Ooh! Stay tuned to see what happens! Please, kay, thanks.