I'm lame! I know. Gosh, I've been writing but nothing has really stuck for this story. And I've had that writers block on the rest of my stories, so thanks for the reviews and I'd be happy if you reviewed this chapter. Thanks for reading.
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Trish couldn't make herself walk up those stairs, she tried, her foot hovering over the bottom step but it felt as if there was an invisible block right under it, not allowing her to rest it on the wood.
She couldn't sleep tonight, her mind was too busy for silly things like resting her body and she knew it was wrong for her to do so but the thoughts kept her from fully finding peace in the covers of her bed.
And the fact that the little bundle of joy was busy doing what could only be called as cartwheels inside her, didn't help matters either. She wondered if it was too early for that, she would make sure to talk to the doctor about it during her next appointment.
She sighed as she settled onto the couch, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and flipped on the tv, laying back against a cushion, she worked through the channels, wandering aimlessly among the infomercials and sitcom reruns for something to take her mind off of everything.
Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy when she spotted something that caught her breath in her throat.
It was a Pay Per View event, WWE Divas and she glanced at the clock, it was starting in two minutes. She pushed the "INFO" button and read, quietly.
"Watch the beautiful women of Raw and Smackdown as they lounge on the sands of gorgeous Mexican beaches. With a special tribute to Trish Stratus."
Her eyes widened as the last sentence left her lips. Tribute? She clicked "BUY" with her remote and watched as a Thank you popped up on her screen. She turned it to the channel that the message instructed her to do and dropped the remote onto the hardwood floor as soon as the image flickered onto her screen.
It was her, laughing and giggling for the camera, splashing water at another diva she couldn't make out. There was music that filled her ears, the kind of music that was reserved for those "In Memoriam" segments on awards shows.
Trish watched as they showed video footage from her debut, all of it seemed so foreign to her, so far away from everything that she had ever thought about in the past two months. The screen faded to black and she read the words that appeared on the screen slowly.
"We hope that someday we will see you again, laughing and smiling, the way you always used to do."
There was another image of her, this time it was a still picture, black and white, her latest promo photo, one that hadn't been released before her leaving. She heard a voice she had heard in months and gasped when she realized who it was.
Lita.
"If you have any information on the whereabouts of Trish Stratus, please call the..."
Her voice faded into the background as she heard his voice, calling her from behind.
"Trish."
"You guys put a lot into finding me, huh? Did you do a telethon or did you find me in enough time to not have to go to that extreme?"
"Trish..." He walked closer to the couch, watching her as she kept her eyes on divas building sand castles.
"How long have you been there?" She asked.
"Long enough to know that you haven't moved your eyes from that screen, not even for a moment."
Trish sighed and looked up at Bubba, who was still moving slowly over to the couch, watching every expression on her face.
"I'm just tired, Bubba. I was tired of everything and now, I'm just tired of hiding..."
"What are you hiding from?" He asked, he set his hand on the top of the couch and leaned forward a bit.
"I don't want..." She trailed off as she searched for some way around telling him.
"What? To tell me? Everything will be okay, no one will hate you. I'll be here for you, you just have to tell me."
"Fine. Bubba, I'm pre-"
She stopped when she heard sizzling coming from behind her and smelled... bacon?
"What the..." She groaned quietly.
Trish quickly sat up and squinted her eyes from the morning light that was blinding her, there was definitely the smell of bacon filling her living room, her eyes scanned the room for Bubba and that kind look on his face but he was nowhere to be seen.
She looked down at the fleece blanket that covered her and put it all together. It was just a dream, she remembered seeing something on TV about divas and remembering clicking 'BUY'
She pushed the cover off of her and slowly got to her feet, she turned around quickly when she heard the clatter of dishes and a soft swear coming from the kitchen.
She made her way over to the doorway, standing back a bit and watched Bubba pick up some dishes that had fell onto the floor, she glanced at the table and smiled when she spotted a stack of toast and a platter of eggs in the middle of it.
"What are you doing?" She whispered.
"Oh my god." He gasped as he dropped the plates again. "Don't do that!"
She couldn't help but smile a tiny bit as the plates were being picked up again by Bubba. She walked over to him, grabbing a plate that stood in her way and laying it on the counter.
"Sorry, what are you doing?"
"I'm making breakfast." He said, grabbing the last plate from the floor and depositing them into the sink.
"I realize that." She said flatly, moving into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, watching his every move. She still couldn't believe that she had blurted out such an offer to Bubba. She could have said that she was throwing out his bags, that she was going to burn them. Say anything under the sun except for I'm talking them to your room. She shook her head slightly. I'm such an idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!
"Hey..."
Bubba's voice broke her haze, she glanced up at him and down at the plate that he sat before her, it was a plate filled with bacon and eggs. She inhaled and gagged, she noticed recently that anything made before nine seemed to make her gag. She took another look at the food and couldn't face the sight of the grease glistening on the pieces of meat and the yellow mess of scrambled eggs that sat on her plate, staring back at her.
"I think... oh god..."
She cupped her mouth and ran into the living room, turning right and heading down a small hallway, into the small bathroom at the end of the hall.
"You didn't even eat it!" He shouted in disbelief, walking to the doorway of the kitchen, only hearing the sounds of her retching, he shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen.
"Damn it."
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She had been in there for at least twenty minutes before he came knocking, asking her if she was alright, offering her a glass of ice water. She quickly moaned that she was alright before he heard her retch again. Bubba could swear that he heard a soft sob come from the bathroom but he wasn't too sure, so he went back to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and made sure everything was back in order.
He grabbed the same glass of ice water by on the counter, adding a few pieces of new ice to the glass and grabbing the plate of crackers he had already grabbed from the cupboard.
Bubba made his way back down the small hallway and knocked gently.
"Trish?"
A moan was the only thing he heard.
"Trish, I'm going to leave some water and crackers by the door. Alright?"
He set the items of food off to the side, making sure that if she forgot about them that they wouldn't be knocked over by her feet. As he raised back up, he carefully listened for anything inside the bathroom. For a minute, he heard nothing and began to worry until a soft cough hit his ears.
"Trish, are you okay?"
"I'm... just sick..." She shouted.
"Alright, um, I'm going to go out and get some more things in order, do you need anything?"
"Juice. Orange. Please." She said before she began gagging again.
"Okay. Trish, are you sure you're alright?"
"Just go!" She cried.
He sighed before turning around and heading back down the hallway. Something just wasn't right, it just didn't sit right with him. And when he usually had bad feelings, the worst scenario always seemed to come true.
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Trish was getting sick of the way her body was toying with her emotions. The hormones that was raging through her body was taking a toll on her personality, turning her from polite house welcomer to an angry, bitter bitch in no time.
The past month was miserable for her, she was experiencing the highest of highs and then the lowest of lows. She wondered in the back of her head if she was going crazy but brushed it off when she remembered what the doctor had told her, mood swings are normal.
Yeah, they were normal. She could handle them, alone. Not with someone snooping around, asking her why she was throwing up. What was she hiding in that locked cupboard? Why she kept getting fatter when she couldn't even hold any of her food down?
She didn't know what she was going to do but she was going to have to figure out things fast. Or else... well... she didn't really want to know.
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He had waited to come home, until it was dark, hoping that the night would give him time to think about what he had to tell Lita and praying that Lita would be asleep. Jeff Hardy walked into Bubba's living room, he set his bags down on the floor, she wasn't in the living room, he quickly checked the kitchen and was about to head over to the patio when her voice came to him.
"Where is he?"
She was hidden in the shadows, near the fridge. He knew who she was speaking of but really didn't know what to say, how to tell her that her now two best friends weren't coming back.
"He's still out there."
He looked out the screen door and up at the sky, it nearly seemed black tonight. It made him feel suffocated for some reason.
"Why?" She asked quietly, stepping out from her cover of darkness.
"I don't think I should tell you that."
He tensed as her heard the squeak of her boots on the tile floor. "Why is that, Jeff?"
"Because it's his choice and his duty to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Jeff swallowed and turned to face her. She was wearing the same clothes that she was sporting when they left.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, you are testing my patience!" She yelled. "I get no phone call from either of you. I call the motel, you've checked out. I called David Marsino, no answer. I called Bubba and nothing. Don't you think I worry? Don't you think I care about what happened? While you're out there having fun with Bubba and Trish, laughing and giggling, I'm stuck here-"
"She never wants to see us again." He whispered.
Lita stopped her rant and shook her head softly, it couldn't be. It had to be wrong. "No, she's just confused. She's..."
He walked over to her, grabbing her hands in his, letting them sit on his palms.
"Believe me when I tell you this. She doesn't want anything to do with us."
"No! Don't you lie to me, Hardy!" She screamed, pushing him away so hard that he slammed into the kitchen counter.
"I'm not lying to you, Lita!" He cried. "She called me a junkie!"
"What? No, no! She couldn't say that. You must have heard her wrong. Did...did she say anything about me?" She sobbed.
"She didn't say anything about you and I know what I heard" He ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of what to say next.
"This is my best friend..." Lita whispered, not believing that someone like Trish could say such a thing.
"She's not anymore!" He screamed, slamming his fists into the dish drainer, sending a few pieces of silverware across the counter and into the sink. "She hates you. She hates me now. Okay? And Bubba's staying there trying to fix it for some god damn reason."
"He's not coming back?" Lita asked, looking more upset than before.
"He said he would when things were fixed."
She dashed into the living room and grabbed one of the phones set up in the middle of the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling him."
--- Hope you enjoyed, I may add on a little but for right now I decided to give you guys a bite.
Trish couldn't make herself walk up those stairs, she tried, her foot hovering over the bottom step but it felt as if there was an invisible block right under it, not allowing her to rest it on the wood.
She couldn't sleep tonight, her mind was too busy for silly things like resting her body and she knew it was wrong for her to do so but the thoughts kept her from fully finding peace in the covers of her bed.
And the fact that the little bundle of joy was busy doing what could only be called as cartwheels inside her, didn't help matters either. She wondered if it was too early for that, she would make sure to talk to the doctor about it during her next appointment.
She sighed as she settled onto the couch, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and flipped on the tv, laying back against a cushion, she worked through the channels, wandering aimlessly among the infomercials and sitcom reruns for something to take her mind off of everything.
Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy when she spotted something that caught her breath in her throat.
It was a Pay Per View event, WWE Divas and she glanced at the clock, it was starting in two minutes. She pushed the "INFO" button and read, quietly.
"Watch the beautiful women of Raw and Smackdown as they lounge on the sands of gorgeous Mexican beaches. With a special tribute to Trish Stratus."
Her eyes widened as the last sentence left her lips. Tribute? She clicked "BUY" with her remote and watched as a Thank you popped up on her screen. She turned it to the channel that the message instructed her to do and dropped the remote onto the hardwood floor as soon as the image flickered onto her screen.
It was her, laughing and giggling for the camera, splashing water at another diva she couldn't make out. There was music that filled her ears, the kind of music that was reserved for those "In Memoriam" segments on awards shows.
Trish watched as they showed video footage from her debut, all of it seemed so foreign to her, so far away from everything that she had ever thought about in the past two months. The screen faded to black and she read the words that appeared on the screen slowly.
"We hope that someday we will see you again, laughing and smiling, the way you always used to do."
There was another image of her, this time it was a still picture, black and white, her latest promo photo, one that hadn't been released before her leaving. She heard a voice she had heard in months and gasped when she realized who it was.
Lita.
"If you have any information on the whereabouts of Trish Stratus, please call the..."
Her voice faded into the background as she heard his voice, calling her from behind.
"Trish."
"You guys put a lot into finding me, huh? Did you do a telethon or did you find me in enough time to not have to go to that extreme?"
"Trish..." He walked closer to the couch, watching her as she kept her eyes on divas building sand castles.
"How long have you been there?" She asked.
"Long enough to know that you haven't moved your eyes from that screen, not even for a moment."
Trish sighed and looked up at Bubba, who was still moving slowly over to the couch, watching every expression on her face.
"I'm just tired, Bubba. I was tired of everything and now, I'm just tired of hiding..."
"What are you hiding from?" He asked, he set his hand on the top of the couch and leaned forward a bit.
"I don't want..." She trailed off as she searched for some way around telling him.
"What? To tell me? Everything will be okay, no one will hate you. I'll be here for you, you just have to tell me."
"Fine. Bubba, I'm pre-"
She stopped when she heard sizzling coming from behind her and smelled... bacon?
"What the..." She groaned quietly.
Trish quickly sat up and squinted her eyes from the morning light that was blinding her, there was definitely the smell of bacon filling her living room, her eyes scanned the room for Bubba and that kind look on his face but he was nowhere to be seen.
She looked down at the fleece blanket that covered her and put it all together. It was just a dream, she remembered seeing something on TV about divas and remembering clicking 'BUY'
She pushed the cover off of her and slowly got to her feet, she turned around quickly when she heard the clatter of dishes and a soft swear coming from the kitchen.
She made her way over to the doorway, standing back a bit and watched Bubba pick up some dishes that had fell onto the floor, she glanced at the table and smiled when she spotted a stack of toast and a platter of eggs in the middle of it.
"What are you doing?" She whispered.
"Oh my god." He gasped as he dropped the plates again. "Don't do that!"
She couldn't help but smile a tiny bit as the plates were being picked up again by Bubba. She walked over to him, grabbing a plate that stood in her way and laying it on the counter.
"Sorry, what are you doing?"
"I'm making breakfast." He said, grabbing the last plate from the floor and depositing them into the sink.
"I realize that." She said flatly, moving into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, watching his every move. She still couldn't believe that she had blurted out such an offer to Bubba. She could have said that she was throwing out his bags, that she was going to burn them. Say anything under the sun except for I'm talking them to your room. She shook her head slightly. I'm such an idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!
"Hey..."
Bubba's voice broke her haze, she glanced up at him and down at the plate that he sat before her, it was a plate filled with bacon and eggs. She inhaled and gagged, she noticed recently that anything made before nine seemed to make her gag. She took another look at the food and couldn't face the sight of the grease glistening on the pieces of meat and the yellow mess of scrambled eggs that sat on her plate, staring back at her.
"I think... oh god..."
She cupped her mouth and ran into the living room, turning right and heading down a small hallway, into the small bathroom at the end of the hall.
"You didn't even eat it!" He shouted in disbelief, walking to the doorway of the kitchen, only hearing the sounds of her retching, he shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen.
"Damn it."
She had been in there for at least twenty minutes before he came knocking, asking her if she was alright, offering her a glass of ice water. She quickly moaned that she was alright before he heard her retch again. Bubba could swear that he heard a soft sob come from the bathroom but he wasn't too sure, so he went back to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and made sure everything was back in order.
He grabbed the same glass of ice water by on the counter, adding a few pieces of new ice to the glass and grabbing the plate of crackers he had already grabbed from the cupboard.
Bubba made his way back down the small hallway and knocked gently.
"Trish?"
A moan was the only thing he heard.
"Trish, I'm going to leave some water and crackers by the door. Alright?"
He set the items of food off to the side, making sure that if she forgot about them that they wouldn't be knocked over by her feet. As he raised back up, he carefully listened for anything inside the bathroom. For a minute, he heard nothing and began to worry until a soft cough hit his ears.
"Trish, are you okay?"
"I'm... just sick..." She shouted.
"Alright, um, I'm going to go out and get some more things in order, do you need anything?"
"Juice. Orange. Please." She said before she began gagging again.
"Okay. Trish, are you sure you're alright?"
"Just go!" She cried.
He sighed before turning around and heading back down the hallway. Something just wasn't right, it just didn't sit right with him. And when he usually had bad feelings, the worst scenario always seemed to come true.
Trish was getting sick of the way her body was toying with her emotions. The hormones that was raging through her body was taking a toll on her personality, turning her from polite house welcomer to an angry, bitter bitch in no time.
The past month was miserable for her, she was experiencing the highest of highs and then the lowest of lows. She wondered in the back of her head if she was going crazy but brushed it off when she remembered what the doctor had told her, mood swings are normal.
Yeah, they were normal. She could handle them, alone. Not with someone snooping around, asking her why she was throwing up. What was she hiding in that locked cupboard? Why she kept getting fatter when she couldn't even hold any of her food down?
She didn't know what she was going to do but she was going to have to figure out things fast. Or else... well... she didn't really want to know.
He had waited to come home, until it was dark, hoping that the night would give him time to think about what he had to tell Lita and praying that Lita would be asleep. Jeff Hardy walked into Bubba's living room, he set his bags down on the floor, she wasn't in the living room, he quickly checked the kitchen and was about to head over to the patio when her voice came to him.
"Where is he?"
She was hidden in the shadows, near the fridge. He knew who she was speaking of but really didn't know what to say, how to tell her that her now two best friends weren't coming back.
"He's still out there."
He looked out the screen door and up at the sky, it nearly seemed black tonight. It made him feel suffocated for some reason.
"Why?" She asked quietly, stepping out from her cover of darkness.
"I don't think I should tell you that."
He tensed as her heard the squeak of her boots on the tile floor. "Why is that, Jeff?"
"Because it's his choice and his duty to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Jeff swallowed and turned to face her. She was wearing the same clothes that she was sporting when they left.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, you are testing my patience!" She yelled. "I get no phone call from either of you. I call the motel, you've checked out. I called David Marsino, no answer. I called Bubba and nothing. Don't you think I worry? Don't you think I care about what happened? While you're out there having fun with Bubba and Trish, laughing and giggling, I'm stuck here-"
"She never wants to see us again." He whispered.
Lita stopped her rant and shook her head softly, it couldn't be. It had to be wrong. "No, she's just confused. She's..."
He walked over to her, grabbing her hands in his, letting them sit on his palms.
"Believe me when I tell you this. She doesn't want anything to do with us."
"No! Don't you lie to me, Hardy!" She screamed, pushing him away so hard that he slammed into the kitchen counter.
"I'm not lying to you, Lita!" He cried. "She called me a junkie!"
"What? No, no! She couldn't say that. You must have heard her wrong. Did...did she say anything about me?" She sobbed.
"She didn't say anything about you and I know what I heard" He ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of what to say next.
"This is my best friend..." Lita whispered, not believing that someone like Trish could say such a thing.
"She's not anymore!" He screamed, slamming his fists into the dish drainer, sending a few pieces of silverware across the counter and into the sink. "She hates you. She hates me now. Okay? And Bubba's staying there trying to fix it for some god damn reason."
"He's not coming back?" Lita asked, looking more upset than before.
"He said he would when things were fixed."
She dashed into the living room and grabbed one of the phones set up in the middle of the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling him."