Disclaimers, story info, etc. on chapter one
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"...Shit."
"Get down." Jeff hissed and pushed Bubba away from him and back into the drivers seat, they both quickly climbed in the back and ducked down behind the seats before the women could see them.
They struggled a bit to try to find a comfortable position behind the seats to be able to see out of the windshield but without putting themselves at risk of being seen.
"You've got your foot in my ass." Jeff whispered, his voice strained as he tried to pull his foot out from under himself.
"Sorry."
Bubba grunted as he pulled his leg away from Jeff, they both got to their knees and slowly looked past the front seats only to see Trish and her companion stopped a few feet away from the front of their van.
"Ah!" Jeff squeaked as he fell behind the seat again.
"Shut up!" Bubba fiercely whispered as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sounds from the outside.
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They stopped and watched the car rock back and forth just a tiny bit, they could see movement inside but decided to move on instead of disturbing the happy lovers.
"How do you know that people inside are having hot, hot sex?" Victoria glanced back at the car but kept walking alongside her pal, Patricia.
"I just know, you heard that squeak. That can only come from a girl, Vic."
Victoria considered this by stopping again, a mischievous grin creeped onto her face as she looked at Trish.
"No..." Trish warned, wagging her finger at the woman.
"Yes!" She laughed as she ran to the side of the van.
"Victoria!"
She chased after her, finally catching up as she stopped by the side of the van, her face up against the glass, trying to somehow look past the tinted windows.
"Oh my god, Bubba." Jeff squealed as he hid his face in his hands but Bubba couldn't, he kept his eyes on Trish who was standing beside what seemed to be her friend, Victoria, looking extremely nervous. There she was, he could just reach out and touch her. She was alive.
"This is somebody's car, hello!" Trish pointed out, waving her arms frantically.
"So?"
Victoria squinted and used her hands as a shield to cover the glare from the lamp overhead. She sighed when she couldn't even see the slightest of movement from inside the van.
"Stupid people with tinted glass. You're not famous, you don't need it!"
She kicked the curb and hopped back on the sidewalk.
"Done?" Trish asked, her hands perched on her hips.
"Yup yup. Why do people have tinted glass? Seriously. You're not famous."
Trish shrugged, her mind lingering on the word famous. "Maybe cause they like doing it on streets in the middle of the night?"
"I guess."
They continued their way down the sidewalk, heading for the homes.
"So, how'd you like the movie?"
"It was good. Hugh's cute." Trish giggled as Victoria sneered, knowing that her comment about Hugh Grant would set her off.
"Ew, yuck, he's too girly. I like my men all buff and hot and capable of climbing a fence." She snarked. "I wonder what it would be like to be famous. Julia's so pretty. Photo shoots, designer clothes..."
Victoria went on and on even as they reached her fence, dreamily naming off the perks of stardom.
"Wouldn't it be fun!?" Victoria asked, opening her gate and stepping inside onto the path.
"Yeah." Trish said, indifferent.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm just tired."
"Go get some sleep. I'll be over tomorrow to annoy you." Victoria hugged her before turning and heading up her steps.
Trish grinned and waved goodbye, before turning to go home, she took one last glance of the van. It didn't look out of place, there was just something odd about it being there. She shook if off and slipped past her gate and disappeared behind her front door.
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"She's alive."
Jeff pushed himself off from the floor and onto the seat beside the two.
"She's really alive. I should be extremely happy but I'm just so scared now. What are we going to do?" Jeff turned to the older man who was still sitting on the carpeted floor.
"I don't know." He answered. "I don't think we need a repeat of what happened in Toronto but how else are we going to get through to her besides talking?"
Bubba shook his head as he climbed into the drivers seat, Jeff followed his actions and buckled his seat belt.
"I'll talk to her."
"Jeff..."
"We've been really close and..."
"And you saw what happened when Lita talked to her."
"Bubba, Trish and I, we went out, we're not two girls ready to claw at each other. I can do this, I can make her understand."
Bubba nodded and started up the car, he sighed as he put the car in drive. He was unsure about this, Jeff and Lita were similar emotionally, as far as he could tell from the two months he spent with the two. He didn't want the same thing happening to Jeff.
"Are you sure?"
"More than anything." Jeff shot back, quickly. He looked so hopeful, so in need of him accepting the offer.
"Tomorrow."
"Okay."
As they drove away from the end of the street, Jeff looked back at the house, it didn't look like Trish's style at all, it seemed so country, so rustic. He turned his head back to the road, he'd help, he'd make her understand that people loved her no matter what.
Trish watched the van as it drove down the street, she didn't want to be paranoid about something so silly. It was just a van, Irene probably got it for her day care center.
Just a burgundy van that didn't mean anything to her or her new life but why did it drive away as she entered her home?
She set her keys in the bowl on top of the table by the door and toed off her shoes, she would sleep on it. It probably was nothing, right?
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The morning passed like any other morning in Henrickson, the birds danced around her bedroom morning at seven, singing their songs happily, usually waking her up.
But this morning she's already awake before the birds even make their visit, sitting on her futon in the middle of her living room. She didn't sleep very much and when did she slipped into a nightmare that left a dull ache in the front of her head for the rest of the morning.
The nightmare had been filled with the van that she had seen that night. Of course, she was being paranoid. There was no one inside to hurt her or try to bring her back home.
And she wouldn't go even if there was.
She's built herself a life in this small town in just two months, more so than she ever did back in Toronto. There were no fans asking for an autograph when she shopped at the local grocery store, there were no prying eyes when she headed out to get a USA today.
It was simple, everything was so simple now.
And she loved it.
She knew every neighbor on her street, Irene, who ran the day care center and always invited her over to play with the kids. And there was Leslie and her husband Andrew, both 60 years young, who treated her with such kindness that she had never known before.
They were the life she had always wanted.
But she was hiding. She always worried that some fan would stare at her face too long, see past the basic make-up and chubbier than usual cheeks and see the done up, glamor girl that she once was.
And she carried secrets that made her ashamed of who she was. And every day of her life, when she looked at herself in the mirror, it reminded her that she was weak and stupid.
As soon as she opened her eyes in that hospital, she knew that she had to leave. It was too late to fix anything then, so she would have to drop off the face of the earth. Leave Trish Stratus behind and welcome Patricia until the things that needed to be fixed, could be done.
She knew that her friends and family were probably worried sick but she couldn't help that. She needed this time for herself, she needed to be alone for a while.
Maybe one day she'd contact them, a letter with no return address. She missed them, she really did but they would be ashamed too. Her mother would call her a whore and her father would disown her, her sisters would sneer and her friends would be terribly disappointed.
Trish glanced up at the clock on the wall and gasped, it was nearly noon. She had lost track of time when she should be preparing the food for her daily tea time with Victoria. Their little ritual had been going on for a little more than a month, Trish would provide the tea and Victoria would bring over her banana muffins and they'd talk and get to know each other more.
Victoria knew that she ran but she didn't know where from. Victoria understood that sometimes life got to you and you needed a break, she didn't prod too much. Conversations sometimes headed a bit too much over into her old life, she didn't mind it though, she knew Victoria wasn't going to go screaming to the world that she had found the missing wrestler. She knew nothing of the WWE.
Trish placed the kettle full of water on her stove and took a seat at the table. Her house here was completely different from the one in Toronto, back there, glass and odd patterns ruled. Here, a country kitchen, complete with cutesy decorations. A strong wooden table that sat off to the side.
It was different from what was but it was better in many ways, it was comforting, something that was definitely needed during this time in her life.
There was a knock at her door that rattled her out of her thoughts, she took a look at the clock and squinted, it wasn't quite noon yet.
Trish quickly made her way through the kitchen and into the living, she pulled her robe from off of one of her lazy boys and tugged it on.
"I'm coming, Victoria!" She yelled.
She ripped open the door and gasped at the person that stood before her. She couldn't cover up her gasp with a cough and a 'thank you, we don't want what you're selling.'
He looked so different, how could someone change so much after two months? He was haggard, tired of... something. She couldn't know. He just keeps staring, milking in whatever she's become.
She's a bit heavier, probably cause she hasn't been working out. Why would you need to when you're sitting pretty in a little house in the country? Nothing else is different besides the hair, the blonde is gone and a chestnut color has taken over. Her brown curls seemed to stand better with her tanned skin.
He doesn't know what to do next, he had planned a little about what to say with Bubba but nothing ever works out in most plans, there's always something that fails. And now his mouth is failing and all he can do is stare at her, she's alive, she's breathing, she's right in front of him.
But she's so far away.
She breaks the silence with a whisper. "Jeff?"
And that's when he falls apart.
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Well, that was short again but I've been busy with work and school and stuff. I just want to thank you all for the review, really, when I get a good review, even a bad one it makes me want to keep writing, so thanks.
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"...Shit."
"Get down." Jeff hissed and pushed Bubba away from him and back into the drivers seat, they both quickly climbed in the back and ducked down behind the seats before the women could see them.
They struggled a bit to try to find a comfortable position behind the seats to be able to see out of the windshield but without putting themselves at risk of being seen.
"You've got your foot in my ass." Jeff whispered, his voice strained as he tried to pull his foot out from under himself.
"Sorry."
Bubba grunted as he pulled his leg away from Jeff, they both got to their knees and slowly looked past the front seats only to see Trish and her companion stopped a few feet away from the front of their van.
"Ah!" Jeff squeaked as he fell behind the seat again.
"Shut up!" Bubba fiercely whispered as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sounds from the outside.
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They stopped and watched the car rock back and forth just a tiny bit, they could see movement inside but decided to move on instead of disturbing the happy lovers.
"How do you know that people inside are having hot, hot sex?" Victoria glanced back at the car but kept walking alongside her pal, Patricia.
"I just know, you heard that squeak. That can only come from a girl, Vic."
Victoria considered this by stopping again, a mischievous grin creeped onto her face as she looked at Trish.
"No..." Trish warned, wagging her finger at the woman.
"Yes!" She laughed as she ran to the side of the van.
"Victoria!"
She chased after her, finally catching up as she stopped by the side of the van, her face up against the glass, trying to somehow look past the tinted windows.
"Oh my god, Bubba." Jeff squealed as he hid his face in his hands but Bubba couldn't, he kept his eyes on Trish who was standing beside what seemed to be her friend, Victoria, looking extremely nervous. There she was, he could just reach out and touch her. She was alive.
"This is somebody's car, hello!" Trish pointed out, waving her arms frantically.
"So?"
Victoria squinted and used her hands as a shield to cover the glare from the lamp overhead. She sighed when she couldn't even see the slightest of movement from inside the van.
"Stupid people with tinted glass. You're not famous, you don't need it!"
She kicked the curb and hopped back on the sidewalk.
"Done?" Trish asked, her hands perched on her hips.
"Yup yup. Why do people have tinted glass? Seriously. You're not famous."
Trish shrugged, her mind lingering on the word famous. "Maybe cause they like doing it on streets in the middle of the night?"
"I guess."
They continued their way down the sidewalk, heading for the homes.
"So, how'd you like the movie?"
"It was good. Hugh's cute." Trish giggled as Victoria sneered, knowing that her comment about Hugh Grant would set her off.
"Ew, yuck, he's too girly. I like my men all buff and hot and capable of climbing a fence." She snarked. "I wonder what it would be like to be famous. Julia's so pretty. Photo shoots, designer clothes..."
Victoria went on and on even as they reached her fence, dreamily naming off the perks of stardom.
"Wouldn't it be fun!?" Victoria asked, opening her gate and stepping inside onto the path.
"Yeah." Trish said, indifferent.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm just tired."
"Go get some sleep. I'll be over tomorrow to annoy you." Victoria hugged her before turning and heading up her steps.
Trish grinned and waved goodbye, before turning to go home, she took one last glance of the van. It didn't look out of place, there was just something odd about it being there. She shook if off and slipped past her gate and disappeared behind her front door.
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"She's alive."
Jeff pushed himself off from the floor and onto the seat beside the two.
"She's really alive. I should be extremely happy but I'm just so scared now. What are we going to do?" Jeff turned to the older man who was still sitting on the carpeted floor.
"I don't know." He answered. "I don't think we need a repeat of what happened in Toronto but how else are we going to get through to her besides talking?"
Bubba shook his head as he climbed into the drivers seat, Jeff followed his actions and buckled his seat belt.
"I'll talk to her."
"Jeff..."
"We've been really close and..."
"And you saw what happened when Lita talked to her."
"Bubba, Trish and I, we went out, we're not two girls ready to claw at each other. I can do this, I can make her understand."
Bubba nodded and started up the car, he sighed as he put the car in drive. He was unsure about this, Jeff and Lita were similar emotionally, as far as he could tell from the two months he spent with the two. He didn't want the same thing happening to Jeff.
"Are you sure?"
"More than anything." Jeff shot back, quickly. He looked so hopeful, so in need of him accepting the offer.
"Tomorrow."
"Okay."
As they drove away from the end of the street, Jeff looked back at the house, it didn't look like Trish's style at all, it seemed so country, so rustic. He turned his head back to the road, he'd help, he'd make her understand that people loved her no matter what.
Trish watched the van as it drove down the street, she didn't want to be paranoid about something so silly. It was just a van, Irene probably got it for her day care center.
Just a burgundy van that didn't mean anything to her or her new life but why did it drive away as she entered her home?
She set her keys in the bowl on top of the table by the door and toed off her shoes, she would sleep on it. It probably was nothing, right?
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The morning passed like any other morning in Henrickson, the birds danced around her bedroom morning at seven, singing their songs happily, usually waking her up.
But this morning she's already awake before the birds even make their visit, sitting on her futon in the middle of her living room. She didn't sleep very much and when did she slipped into a nightmare that left a dull ache in the front of her head for the rest of the morning.
The nightmare had been filled with the van that she had seen that night. Of course, she was being paranoid. There was no one inside to hurt her or try to bring her back home.
And she wouldn't go even if there was.
She's built herself a life in this small town in just two months, more so than she ever did back in Toronto. There were no fans asking for an autograph when she shopped at the local grocery store, there were no prying eyes when she headed out to get a USA today.
It was simple, everything was so simple now.
And she loved it.
She knew every neighbor on her street, Irene, who ran the day care center and always invited her over to play with the kids. And there was Leslie and her husband Andrew, both 60 years young, who treated her with such kindness that she had never known before.
They were the life she had always wanted.
But she was hiding. She always worried that some fan would stare at her face too long, see past the basic make-up and chubbier than usual cheeks and see the done up, glamor girl that she once was.
And she carried secrets that made her ashamed of who she was. And every day of her life, when she looked at herself in the mirror, it reminded her that she was weak and stupid.
As soon as she opened her eyes in that hospital, she knew that she had to leave. It was too late to fix anything then, so she would have to drop off the face of the earth. Leave Trish Stratus behind and welcome Patricia until the things that needed to be fixed, could be done.
She knew that her friends and family were probably worried sick but she couldn't help that. She needed this time for herself, she needed to be alone for a while.
Maybe one day she'd contact them, a letter with no return address. She missed them, she really did but they would be ashamed too. Her mother would call her a whore and her father would disown her, her sisters would sneer and her friends would be terribly disappointed.
Trish glanced up at the clock on the wall and gasped, it was nearly noon. She had lost track of time when she should be preparing the food for her daily tea time with Victoria. Their little ritual had been going on for a little more than a month, Trish would provide the tea and Victoria would bring over her banana muffins and they'd talk and get to know each other more.
Victoria knew that she ran but she didn't know where from. Victoria understood that sometimes life got to you and you needed a break, she didn't prod too much. Conversations sometimes headed a bit too much over into her old life, she didn't mind it though, she knew Victoria wasn't going to go screaming to the world that she had found the missing wrestler. She knew nothing of the WWE.
Trish placed the kettle full of water on her stove and took a seat at the table. Her house here was completely different from the one in Toronto, back there, glass and odd patterns ruled. Here, a country kitchen, complete with cutesy decorations. A strong wooden table that sat off to the side.
It was different from what was but it was better in many ways, it was comforting, something that was definitely needed during this time in her life.
There was a knock at her door that rattled her out of her thoughts, she took a look at the clock and squinted, it wasn't quite noon yet.
Trish quickly made her way through the kitchen and into the living, she pulled her robe from off of one of her lazy boys and tugged it on.
"I'm coming, Victoria!" She yelled.
She ripped open the door and gasped at the person that stood before her. She couldn't cover up her gasp with a cough and a 'thank you, we don't want what you're selling.'
He looked so different, how could someone change so much after two months? He was haggard, tired of... something. She couldn't know. He just keeps staring, milking in whatever she's become.
She's a bit heavier, probably cause she hasn't been working out. Why would you need to when you're sitting pretty in a little house in the country? Nothing else is different besides the hair, the blonde is gone and a chestnut color has taken over. Her brown curls seemed to stand better with her tanned skin.
He doesn't know what to do next, he had planned a little about what to say with Bubba but nothing ever works out in most plans, there's always something that fails. And now his mouth is failing and all he can do is stare at her, she's alive, she's breathing, she's right in front of him.
But she's so far away.
She breaks the silence with a whisper. "Jeff?"
And that's when he falls apart.
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Well, that was short again but I've been busy with work and school and stuff. I just want to thank you all for the review, really, when I get a good review, even a bad one it makes me want to keep writing, so thanks.