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Jeff pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn in the heart of Toronto and stepped out, he fished in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, lighting one, he leaned against the car and let out a weary sigh.
He still didn't know what had happened hours ago at Trish's house. As they rounded the corner she stopped crying and seemed to grow cold, extremely distant. He tried prying what happened out of her but she kept driving, even when they passed hotels where they could stay for the night, she kept driving.
As hour three passed, he stopped talking, all the words in the world couldn't get her to speak. So, he sat in his seat and watched the cars go by, waiting for when she would break.
He had never seen her like this before and it scared him, she was always so strong, in the ring and out but when it came to things like this, she was so fragile and always seemed to take the full load on her instead of asking for help and now he wondered if all of that stress had finally gotten to her.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and pulled his hat down further on his head, it was a biting cold night but he didn't want to disturb Lita's thoughts so he stepped out of the car, regretting it the minute the chilly wind hit his face.
He shivered and dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his boot. He shoved his hands in his pockets, this stupid waiting is what he hated. He wasn't going to force Lita to tell him but something really needed to be done about Trish.
Lita sat in the back seat, unaware of everything around her, the world could have opened up and swallowed half of Toronto and she'd still be sitting in the back seat of their rental, deep in thought.
It wasn't supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be like the movies where the person who needs help turns into a sobbing mess and begs for their loving friend to help them. Not to attack them, mock them and send them out of their house, a sobbing mess.
Lita racked her brain for what she had done wrong, she was the good friend. She was the one who laughed and joked and spent time with Trish. And she did hold her when she cried about Jericho... that one time.
Her thoughts shot back and forth from Ann to Trish, she had failed again. Why the hell was it so hard to keep the people she loved in her life? It always seemed to crumble every five years, leaving her to rebuild on shaky foundation. Lita brushed away the tears with her fingers as she looked down at the floor. As soon as she did, her eyes caught something, a blinking red light coming from her bag.
She reached down and pulled out her cell phone. Oh crap. She flipped open the phone and turned it on. When did I turn it off!?
She went to her missed calls menu, only to find thirteen calls from Bubba.
"Oh fuck!" She groaned. "Jeff!" Her fist slammed against the window softly, she waved her hand for him to come back in.
"Why the hell were you out there, anyway?" She asked, as he settled in the drivers seat, closing the car door.
"Enjoying the winter weather of good 'ol Canada. What's wrong?"
"It's Bubba. I turned off my phone accidentally and now I've got thirteen calls from him, christ. He's probably so mad, Jeff."
She speed dialed his cell and waited, she listened as the phone was answered.
"Lita! Where the hell have you been? I have been worried sick about you, I've called and called and called. What happened?" Bubba's booming voice came from the other line, she knew he wasn't angry just incredibly worried but he seemed to be talking louder than usual. In the background she heard noise that could only be at one place. The airport.
"I... Bubba, where are you?" Lita asked, covering her other ear.
"I'm in Toronto. As soon as I got off the phone with you, I got up and got dressed, I couldn't just do that, sweetheart."
Lita smiled sadly, Bubba truly was a friend. "We'll come get you, okay?"
"Yeah, no problem. What happened with Trish? Have you been yet?"
Lita could feel it coming back to her and handed the phone to Jeff, she couldn't talk yet, she couldn't do... It just echoed in her head, over and over. You failed. She fell over to the side and onto her bag.
Jeff reached in the back and patted her leg gently, something really bad must have happened up there.
"Bubba? It's Jeff."
"Jeff, what happened to Lita?"
Jeff started up the car, turning on the heater to warm the car up. "Um, I don't know exactly. We went to Trish's house, Lita told me to stay inside the car and wait for her, it was about ten minutes before she came out. She was definitely crying, she then grabbed Trish's bag out of the back seat and threw it on her porch." Jeff took a breath and glanced back at Lita, still laying on her bag.
"She got in the car and started crying by the time we got to the end of the block, she just went zombie on me." Jeff stated, bluntly.
"Zombie?" Bubba asked, this sounded exactly how she reacted to Ann. He just prayed that it wasn't.
"Yeah, yeah. I kept trying to ask her what happened, was Trish alright, stuff like that but she wouldn't answer, so I kept quiet. She drove around for a few hours and then parked in the parking lot of this hotel and she finally snapped out of it but now she's got this glassy stare again."
"Fuck." He silently cursed and grabbed his bag. "Look, Jeff. Do you know what street you're on?"
"Uhm, I think it's Carter Road. I can come get you." He suggested.
"No, that's alright. I know where you guys are, I'll just get a cab. I'll be there in five minutes and just talk to her, just keep talking. Otherwise..."
"What? Otherwise, what?" He asked, frantic about the way he had trailed off.
"Jeff, a long time ago, something like this happened. Someone died and Lita ended up in a hospital, she spent two months in there, strapped to a bed. She never talks about it, she doesn't even talk about it to me and I know all about it. So keep her brain active, if I know her, she's thinking about all that's happening and everything that did happen in the past and if you don't try to keep her mind working on something else than Trish. I think she may go off the deep end."
There was a click and the line went dead. He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down at it.
Had he heard right? Lita in a hospital, he was more shocked about the fact that he had never heard about it before than the fact that she was in one for such a long period of time. Lita usually was on open book with her friends, ready to let anyone hear about her experiences but this was the first he had heard of anything of this sort. In the back of his mind, he wondered if even Matt knew about this.
"Lita? Hey, Bubba's coming. I can... I don't know what to do. God, help me. Maybe I'll sing? I'm good at that right?"
The silence in the car grew deeper as she just sat there, staring out into nothing. Jeff gently reached for her hand and began to sing.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine." She still sat there, unmoving, making him even more anxious. "Oh god." His voice wavered, ready to break at any moment but he continued. "You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine way."
He stroked her hand, looking at her tiny hands, the new coat of blue nail polish. What the hell was happening? Everything was fine just five days ago! Why did everything change so much in their lives, it wasn't fair.
"Lita, you can't... We're going to help Trish out, even if she doesn't want it. Nothing bad will ever happen again, I promise. I'll keep all the bad things away from you if you just hang on. You can't leave me, I don't have Matt anymore. I only have you and Trish and you're both at the end of your ropes so god, please don't let go."
He slowly brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it.
"See, you can't go because you're too smart, kind and loving to go and because, Lita, I'll never have the chance to say I..."
He jumped as something hit the side of the drivers side window. It was Bubba. Jeff pulled away from Lita and rolled down the window, he stopped the car and handed the keys to Bubba.
"Put your bag in the back and come around on the other side."
Bubba looked in the back seat at the lifeless girl occupying the back, it was real. There was no nightmare, no ability to pinch himself and see it all fade away.
"Bubba." Jeff interjected softly, his green eyes met the brown eyes of the man that towered above the car.
"Yeah."
Bubba moved towards the back and placed his bag in the trunk, slamming it shut. He opened the passenger and settled into his seat, he looked in the back as he handed Jeff the keys.
"We've gotta take her to a hospital." Bubba nodded in agreement.
"Do you know where one is?"
Jeff nodded as they pulled out of the driveway and into traffic. "There's one up this street. Matt had got hurt at a house show a couple years and I went with him. What's wrong with her?"
Bubba looked again in the back seat, if he didn't see her chest rise and fall and the slight tremble that her lip made every once in a while, he would think that the girl behind him was dead.
"It's shock. She's just... Last time, they had to treat her by giving her all kinds of medicine and stuff but since she broke out of it for a moment to talk to me, maybe it'll be... I don't know. Maybe she'll be fine."
They drove in silence the rest of the way to St. Mary's, Jeff pulled into the emergency entrance and stopped the car as Bubba jumped out and ran in with Lita cradled in his arms.
Jeff pulled away, in search of parking space, he looked back, the image of Bubba holding Lita, her arm hanging limp to the side getting lost in a mass of nurses and doctors was the last thing he saw as he drove into the parking lot.
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Jeff and Bubba sat next to each other in the waiting room, both staring at the floor tile, not knowing what to say to each other. This was just another surreal experience in the life of Jeff Hardy.
Two friends in only a few days. Jeff sighed as both girls entered his thoughts. This didn't happen to WWE superstars, this was for people who were unbalanced and unhappy and he had never seen that in either of them other than the usual sadness about certain things. Jeff just couldn't grasp why anything like this was happening to his girls. He just hoped that everything would be alright.
Bubba just didn't understand the things that happened in his life. He didn't know if God was setting him up for the greatest reward in the world when he was finished with life or if he was just laughing at him, toying with his life as if it were just nothing to him.
The two men were so deep in thought that they didn't notice the young female doctor call their names, she walked around the counter and tapped them on their shoulders causing them to jump at the same time.
"Mr. Hardy, Mr. Dudley?"
"Yeah?" They both rose and moved towards the counter.
"Your friend is Lita Dumas?"
"Is she okay?" Jeff blurted out as he leaned against the counter.
"She's fine, we gave her some stuff and she's in a private room now. She's fully conscious and asking for both of you, she gave us a little scare but she'll be fine now. It's room 298. On the fifth floor, make a left when you reach the top, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks again, doc." Bubba nodded as she walked away. "Jeff, gimme the keys. I'm going to go to Trish's, you go up with Lita, make sure she's fine, tell her I'm here and that I'll be back. Okay?"
Jeff dangled the keys from his fingers but wouldn't let go as Bubba grabbed them.
"Bubba, I want you to tell me everything that happens. Whatever it may be, whatever she says. I won't ask Lita, so I'm begging you to be straight with me when you come back, alright?"
"Don't worry, man. I will. I'll call you whenever what I do is finished. I don't know exactly what to say and I'm not even sure if she'd be willing to listen but I'm going to try my damnedest."
"Whatever it takes to make her better, Bubba. Um, thanks for coming. I know you're here for Lita but I don't know what I'd do if there wasn't someone here to do all this." Jeff pushed back a few strands of hairs away from his face and tucked them behind his ear.
He patted the younger man's shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, Jeff. We'll make sure they're alright."
Bubba headed off through the sliding doors and to the parking lot. Jeff hoped that Trish's fate was better than the girl that Lita had known years before.
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Bubba drove for nearly forty minutes to her house, thinking of sentences to string together when he spoke to her. Considering their past, he doubted she would be happy to see him but he didn't care, something happened that turned Lita into a mess again and he was going to find out what the hell that was.
His fingers trembled as he pressed the doorbell, all the lights were off but he didn't suspect anything odd since it was so late in the evening. He waited for what seemed like a minute and tried to doorbell again.
Again, there was no answer. It only works in horror movies so, might as well try it. He twisted the knob and was shocked to find it was open. He stepped inside and closed it shut.
He looked around her house, nothing had changed from the first time he had been there, a new piece of art hung on the wall near the stairs but everything else was the same.
He stepped into her living room, noting that nothing looked broken or moved around, he moved on into the foyer and to her den. Nothing seemed out of place there as well, it really was eerie how everything seemed the same but that's what you get when you spend most of your life on the road.
He moved into her kitchen, finally finding something out of place. It was her cordless phone and base, smashed to bits, plastic pieces were scattered all over the kitchen floor. A few glasses were in the sink and a jacket hung over the back of a dining chair.
"Trish?" He asked nervously, he hadn't yet pushed the possibility of someone robbing the house out of his mind.
He went back through the living room, picking up one of the fireplace tools to use for protection and quickly headed up the flight of stairs to her bedroom. He darted in and out of her two spare bedrooms, making sure everything was undisturbed.
Bubba moved into her office, finally finding a significant amount of damage. Most of the picture frames were trashed and tiny ripped up pieces of what used to be pictures of friends and family, were on the floor.
Some knick knacks were also broken and left on the shelves of her built in unit but he noticed something in the middle of her glass desk, it was a picture. An untouched picture of a smiling Lita, Trish and Jeff. He let his fingers linger on Trish's image before moving on to the master bedroom.
There were drawers opened, items of clothing were strewn on the floor, a pile of bras and panties laid on her bed.
He moved to the closet and encountered more clothes on the floor, every section in the closet had been touched except for her ring wear.
Now he was getting worried, there were no robbers, nothing of value was taken. Just missing clothes and what seemed to be a smash up mission to destroy anything that meant something to the very depressed and lost woman named Trish.
He dropped the long metal fireplace tool he had been holding onto the floor and ran, as quick as he could, to the garage, he stumbled out into the empty room. Her car was gone. The silver little cadillac that she loved and used to joke about calling 'baby' was gone. Which meant only one thing, Trish was gone too. And probably as far away from Toronto as she could get.
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Jeff pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn in the heart of Toronto and stepped out, he fished in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, lighting one, he leaned against the car and let out a weary sigh.
He still didn't know what had happened hours ago at Trish's house. As they rounded the corner she stopped crying and seemed to grow cold, extremely distant. He tried prying what happened out of her but she kept driving, even when they passed hotels where they could stay for the night, she kept driving.
As hour three passed, he stopped talking, all the words in the world couldn't get her to speak. So, he sat in his seat and watched the cars go by, waiting for when she would break.
He had never seen her like this before and it scared him, she was always so strong, in the ring and out but when it came to things like this, she was so fragile and always seemed to take the full load on her instead of asking for help and now he wondered if all of that stress had finally gotten to her.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and pulled his hat down further on his head, it was a biting cold night but he didn't want to disturb Lita's thoughts so he stepped out of the car, regretting it the minute the chilly wind hit his face.
He shivered and dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his boot. He shoved his hands in his pockets, this stupid waiting is what he hated. He wasn't going to force Lita to tell him but something really needed to be done about Trish.
Lita sat in the back seat, unaware of everything around her, the world could have opened up and swallowed half of Toronto and she'd still be sitting in the back seat of their rental, deep in thought.
It wasn't supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be like the movies where the person who needs help turns into a sobbing mess and begs for their loving friend to help them. Not to attack them, mock them and send them out of their house, a sobbing mess.
Lita racked her brain for what she had done wrong, she was the good friend. She was the one who laughed and joked and spent time with Trish. And she did hold her when she cried about Jericho... that one time.
Her thoughts shot back and forth from Ann to Trish, she had failed again. Why the hell was it so hard to keep the people she loved in her life? It always seemed to crumble every five years, leaving her to rebuild on shaky foundation. Lita brushed away the tears with her fingers as she looked down at the floor. As soon as she did, her eyes caught something, a blinking red light coming from her bag.
She reached down and pulled out her cell phone. Oh crap. She flipped open the phone and turned it on. When did I turn it off!?
She went to her missed calls menu, only to find thirteen calls from Bubba.
"Oh fuck!" She groaned. "Jeff!" Her fist slammed against the window softly, she waved her hand for him to come back in.
"Why the hell were you out there, anyway?" She asked, as he settled in the drivers seat, closing the car door.
"Enjoying the winter weather of good 'ol Canada. What's wrong?"
"It's Bubba. I turned off my phone accidentally and now I've got thirteen calls from him, christ. He's probably so mad, Jeff."
She speed dialed his cell and waited, she listened as the phone was answered.
"Lita! Where the hell have you been? I have been worried sick about you, I've called and called and called. What happened?" Bubba's booming voice came from the other line, she knew he wasn't angry just incredibly worried but he seemed to be talking louder than usual. In the background she heard noise that could only be at one place. The airport.
"I... Bubba, where are you?" Lita asked, covering her other ear.
"I'm in Toronto. As soon as I got off the phone with you, I got up and got dressed, I couldn't just do that, sweetheart."
Lita smiled sadly, Bubba truly was a friend. "We'll come get you, okay?"
"Yeah, no problem. What happened with Trish? Have you been yet?"
Lita could feel it coming back to her and handed the phone to Jeff, she couldn't talk yet, she couldn't do... It just echoed in her head, over and over. You failed. She fell over to the side and onto her bag.
Jeff reached in the back and patted her leg gently, something really bad must have happened up there.
"Bubba? It's Jeff."
"Jeff, what happened to Lita?"
Jeff started up the car, turning on the heater to warm the car up. "Um, I don't know exactly. We went to Trish's house, Lita told me to stay inside the car and wait for her, it was about ten minutes before she came out. She was definitely crying, she then grabbed Trish's bag out of the back seat and threw it on her porch." Jeff took a breath and glanced back at Lita, still laying on her bag.
"She got in the car and started crying by the time we got to the end of the block, she just went zombie on me." Jeff stated, bluntly.
"Zombie?" Bubba asked, this sounded exactly how she reacted to Ann. He just prayed that it wasn't.
"Yeah, yeah. I kept trying to ask her what happened, was Trish alright, stuff like that but she wouldn't answer, so I kept quiet. She drove around for a few hours and then parked in the parking lot of this hotel and she finally snapped out of it but now she's got this glassy stare again."
"Fuck." He silently cursed and grabbed his bag. "Look, Jeff. Do you know what street you're on?"
"Uhm, I think it's Carter Road. I can come get you." He suggested.
"No, that's alright. I know where you guys are, I'll just get a cab. I'll be there in five minutes and just talk to her, just keep talking. Otherwise..."
"What? Otherwise, what?" He asked, frantic about the way he had trailed off.
"Jeff, a long time ago, something like this happened. Someone died and Lita ended up in a hospital, she spent two months in there, strapped to a bed. She never talks about it, she doesn't even talk about it to me and I know all about it. So keep her brain active, if I know her, she's thinking about all that's happening and everything that did happen in the past and if you don't try to keep her mind working on something else than Trish. I think she may go off the deep end."
There was a click and the line went dead. He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down at it.
Had he heard right? Lita in a hospital, he was more shocked about the fact that he had never heard about it before than the fact that she was in one for such a long period of time. Lita usually was on open book with her friends, ready to let anyone hear about her experiences but this was the first he had heard of anything of this sort. In the back of his mind, he wondered if even Matt knew about this.
"Lita? Hey, Bubba's coming. I can... I don't know what to do. God, help me. Maybe I'll sing? I'm good at that right?"
The silence in the car grew deeper as she just sat there, staring out into nothing. Jeff gently reached for her hand and began to sing.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine." She still sat there, unmoving, making him even more anxious. "Oh god." His voice wavered, ready to break at any moment but he continued. "You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine way."
He stroked her hand, looking at her tiny hands, the new coat of blue nail polish. What the hell was happening? Everything was fine just five days ago! Why did everything change so much in their lives, it wasn't fair.
"Lita, you can't... We're going to help Trish out, even if she doesn't want it. Nothing bad will ever happen again, I promise. I'll keep all the bad things away from you if you just hang on. You can't leave me, I don't have Matt anymore. I only have you and Trish and you're both at the end of your ropes so god, please don't let go."
He slowly brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it.
"See, you can't go because you're too smart, kind and loving to go and because, Lita, I'll never have the chance to say I..."
He jumped as something hit the side of the drivers side window. It was Bubba. Jeff pulled away from Lita and rolled down the window, he stopped the car and handed the keys to Bubba.
"Put your bag in the back and come around on the other side."
Bubba looked in the back seat at the lifeless girl occupying the back, it was real. There was no nightmare, no ability to pinch himself and see it all fade away.
"Bubba." Jeff interjected softly, his green eyes met the brown eyes of the man that towered above the car.
"Yeah."
Bubba moved towards the back and placed his bag in the trunk, slamming it shut. He opened the passenger and settled into his seat, he looked in the back as he handed Jeff the keys.
"We've gotta take her to a hospital." Bubba nodded in agreement.
"Do you know where one is?"
Jeff nodded as they pulled out of the driveway and into traffic. "There's one up this street. Matt had got hurt at a house show a couple years and I went with him. What's wrong with her?"
Bubba looked again in the back seat, if he didn't see her chest rise and fall and the slight tremble that her lip made every once in a while, he would think that the girl behind him was dead.
"It's shock. She's just... Last time, they had to treat her by giving her all kinds of medicine and stuff but since she broke out of it for a moment to talk to me, maybe it'll be... I don't know. Maybe she'll be fine."
They drove in silence the rest of the way to St. Mary's, Jeff pulled into the emergency entrance and stopped the car as Bubba jumped out and ran in with Lita cradled in his arms.
Jeff pulled away, in search of parking space, he looked back, the image of Bubba holding Lita, her arm hanging limp to the side getting lost in a mass of nurses and doctors was the last thing he saw as he drove into the parking lot.
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Jeff and Bubba sat next to each other in the waiting room, both staring at the floor tile, not knowing what to say to each other. This was just another surreal experience in the life of Jeff Hardy.
Two friends in only a few days. Jeff sighed as both girls entered his thoughts. This didn't happen to WWE superstars, this was for people who were unbalanced and unhappy and he had never seen that in either of them other than the usual sadness about certain things. Jeff just couldn't grasp why anything like this was happening to his girls. He just hoped that everything would be alright.
Bubba just didn't understand the things that happened in his life. He didn't know if God was setting him up for the greatest reward in the world when he was finished with life or if he was just laughing at him, toying with his life as if it were just nothing to him.
The two men were so deep in thought that they didn't notice the young female doctor call their names, she walked around the counter and tapped them on their shoulders causing them to jump at the same time.
"Mr. Hardy, Mr. Dudley?"
"Yeah?" They both rose and moved towards the counter.
"Your friend is Lita Dumas?"
"Is she okay?" Jeff blurted out as he leaned against the counter.
"She's fine, we gave her some stuff and she's in a private room now. She's fully conscious and asking for both of you, she gave us a little scare but she'll be fine now. It's room 298. On the fifth floor, make a left when you reach the top, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks again, doc." Bubba nodded as she walked away. "Jeff, gimme the keys. I'm going to go to Trish's, you go up with Lita, make sure she's fine, tell her I'm here and that I'll be back. Okay?"
Jeff dangled the keys from his fingers but wouldn't let go as Bubba grabbed them.
"Bubba, I want you to tell me everything that happens. Whatever it may be, whatever she says. I won't ask Lita, so I'm begging you to be straight with me when you come back, alright?"
"Don't worry, man. I will. I'll call you whenever what I do is finished. I don't know exactly what to say and I'm not even sure if she'd be willing to listen but I'm going to try my damnedest."
"Whatever it takes to make her better, Bubba. Um, thanks for coming. I know you're here for Lita but I don't know what I'd do if there wasn't someone here to do all this." Jeff pushed back a few strands of hairs away from his face and tucked them behind his ear.
He patted the younger man's shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, Jeff. We'll make sure they're alright."
Bubba headed off through the sliding doors and to the parking lot. Jeff hoped that Trish's fate was better than the girl that Lita had known years before.
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Bubba drove for nearly forty minutes to her house, thinking of sentences to string together when he spoke to her. Considering their past, he doubted she would be happy to see him but he didn't care, something happened that turned Lita into a mess again and he was going to find out what the hell that was.
His fingers trembled as he pressed the doorbell, all the lights were off but he didn't suspect anything odd since it was so late in the evening. He waited for what seemed like a minute and tried to doorbell again.
Again, there was no answer. It only works in horror movies so, might as well try it. He twisted the knob and was shocked to find it was open. He stepped inside and closed it shut.
He looked around her house, nothing had changed from the first time he had been there, a new piece of art hung on the wall near the stairs but everything else was the same.
He stepped into her living room, noting that nothing looked broken or moved around, he moved on into the foyer and to her den. Nothing seemed out of place there as well, it really was eerie how everything seemed the same but that's what you get when you spend most of your life on the road.
He moved into her kitchen, finally finding something out of place. It was her cordless phone and base, smashed to bits, plastic pieces were scattered all over the kitchen floor. A few glasses were in the sink and a jacket hung over the back of a dining chair.
"Trish?" He asked nervously, he hadn't yet pushed the possibility of someone robbing the house out of his mind.
He went back through the living room, picking up one of the fireplace tools to use for protection and quickly headed up the flight of stairs to her bedroom. He darted in and out of her two spare bedrooms, making sure everything was undisturbed.
Bubba moved into her office, finally finding a significant amount of damage. Most of the picture frames were trashed and tiny ripped up pieces of what used to be pictures of friends and family, were on the floor.
Some knick knacks were also broken and left on the shelves of her built in unit but he noticed something in the middle of her glass desk, it was a picture. An untouched picture of a smiling Lita, Trish and Jeff. He let his fingers linger on Trish's image before moving on to the master bedroom.
There were drawers opened, items of clothing were strewn on the floor, a pile of bras and panties laid on her bed.
He moved to the closet and encountered more clothes on the floor, every section in the closet had been touched except for her ring wear.
Now he was getting worried, there were no robbers, nothing of value was taken. Just missing clothes and what seemed to be a smash up mission to destroy anything that meant something to the very depressed and lost woman named Trish.
He dropped the long metal fireplace tool he had been holding onto the floor and ran, as quick as he could, to the garage, he stumbled out into the empty room. Her car was gone. The silver little cadillac that she loved and used to joke about calling 'baby' was gone. Which meant only one thing, Trish was gone too. And probably as far away from Toronto as she could get.