Chris used his thumb to gently wipe her tears away. "You'll have many babies. They'll grow up to be loved, and have a loving father, and a beautiful mother." Chris said with a smile.
She smiled with one last sniff. "I am sorry for having a breakdown every time I talk. I enjoy getting all of this off my back and I want to talk about it but at the same time it's hard."
She smiled getting back to cooking.
The phone rang before either of them could say anything. "Hello?" Chris said answering it.
"Hey," It was Shane. "I gave you Stephanie's address. Was she there when you went to her house? She seems to have tried to kill Hunter and then ran off. No one knows where she is."
Chris' eyes widened. "Wait she tried to kill him?" He knew that wasn't the truth.
"Yeah, the police said they had a warning of spousal abuse and went to go check it out, found Hunter on the floor in a concussion."
"That's all wrong. I went there and found Hunter beating Stephanie and called the police. Stephanie then hit him in self defense."
"Well, you should go to the police station and sort this out," Shane said. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yeah she is with me."
"Okay well I am coming over to make sure my baby sister is alright and that she doesn't get herself into anymore trouble." He heard Shane hang up. Chris new he meant he was coming over now.
He turned to Stephanie. She looked at him intently. "The police think you tried to murder your husband. As soon as Shane gets here, we are going to the police station to sort all of this out."
She sighed. "And no doubt Hunter will be there. I don't want to face him just yet," she said, starting to put his cooking utensils away. Lunch would have to wait.
"Looks like your going to have to. You'll be in big trouble if you don't go sort this out now. But hey, you don't have to go back to your house. You can stay here for as long as you need," Chris said.
"Thank you, Chris," she said with a small smile. "This just proves it though. I know he is going to try and pin this on me."
"Hey, well just tell the police the truth. They know a bullshit story when they see one. And that's what Hunter's story is."
She hugged him again. These hugs were her thank you for all the confidence he gave her. It was because of him she felt like she could face this. It was because of him, her bruises were healing and her tears were drying.
They stood there for a long time. They were silent. She looked up at him, not pulling away. "Chris…" she said leaning in.
Shane knocked on the door. "That would be Shane," Chris said pulling apart from her to get the door.
Shane walked in. "Where is she?" He asked, almost panicked.
"In the other room," Chris said pointing.
Shane went to the room. "Stephanie?" He called lightly. He saw her cheek and frowned. "How could you let him do that to you?" Shane whispered, reaching out to touching the slight bump that still poked out of her soft flesh.
"I didn't let him. I just couldn't stop him." She said, hugging Shane.
"Once dad hears this, Hunter will be fired. You'll never have to see him again. Why didn't you tell anyone?"
She went through how she was trapped inside the walls of her own home once more. Often, she was close to tears, but for the most part, she managed to hold them back.
"Let's go get this sorted out with the police." Chris said grabbing his coat, leading the way out.
"Stephanie, I am sorry. I should have known something was up, I should have done something anything. I should have called," Shane went on.
"Don't worry about it. It's over now, and we can move on," she said shrugging it off. The last thing she needed was someone begging for forgiveness. Now she needed a family. She knew all to well that Shane had been giving her space because he felt that was best for her. Not to put her aside.
The rest of the car ride there was quiet. No one wanted to bring those haunting memories back to Stephanie, and she didn't want to remember anymore.
"Hi, I am Stephanie McMahon. There is a case with my husband about spousal abuse, and I wish to sort it all out," She said, confidently. Now that she was out of Hunter's grasp, it would be easier for her to tell him her true thoughts about their marriage, and get a personal protection order against him.
"We have been expecting you Mrs. Helmsley. Have a seat at the last desk in that row," The officer said pointing. "The officer on your case will be there to sort all of this out. I will give your husband a call so we can talk to you both about this."
The last thing Stephanie wanted was for Hunter to come, but she knew that it had to be done sooner or later. She turned to where the mad was pointing before hearing Shane say something to the officer. "Its McMahon. Ms. McMahon."
"Ahhh, you must be Stephanie. That is some bump you have there," The officer said with a smile. "I am Officer Jones. I will be working on you and your husbands case. Before we begin discussing I want everything you say to be remembered as you say it. Mind if I record you?" Stephanie gave a slight nod. "As you probably heard, your husband came in the other night and reported spousal abuse, that you hit him over the head with a hammer?" The officer said, waiting for her to confirm her husbands report.
"This is true sir," she said looking at the ground, already feeling the tears start to fill her eyes.
"Now, do you mind telling me why you hit your husband with a weapon like that?" The officer said, trying his hardest to be understanding.
"Hunter has been abusing me for months. He would refuse to let me use the phone to call anyone and he had me under house arrest. Wouldn't let me leave. I took it upon myself to drop some hints to the people at work and once they called me, I would tell them the story hoping to be freed from my own house." She stopped to take a deep breath. "Only one person called, and that would be Chris Jericho," she stopped to point at him.
"Hunter somehow knew the person on the phone was for me. He refuse to let me have any phone calls, usually lying and saying I wasn't there. But this time, I answered the phone first. I told Chris that Hunter was abusing me, but our phone call was interrupted by my husband," remembering the abuse had always made her cry because she was reminded of how Hunter had indirectly murdered her child. Their child. She let a few tears fall from her worn eyes, but restrained from having a breakdown and sobbing. She would tell them her story and get as far away from Hunter as she could.
"He proceeded to backhand me in the face leaving this bump," she pointed to her discolored face. "And once I fell back he kicked me in my stomach numerous times." She lifted the shirt Chris had bought her, revealing the imprints of Hunter's large boot.
"I couldn't get away and he was so angry, so when I found the chance to hit him, I did with a hammer. I started frantically searching for the keys, since he hid them in places I could never find when Chris showed up and I stayed the night at his house. Leaving Hunter clueless to where I was," Stephanie said, finishing the story and dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"So what your saying is, you hit him out of self defense," the officer understood what went on now. "Did you happen to see any of this?" the officer asked Chris.
"Yes I saw him kicking her while she was on the ground. That's when I called the police and took Stephanie to my house."
"Stephanie."
Stephanie tuned around to see Hunter towering over her at the officer's desk.
She smiled with one last sniff. "I am sorry for having a breakdown every time I talk. I enjoy getting all of this off my back and I want to talk about it but at the same time it's hard."
She smiled getting back to cooking.
The phone rang before either of them could say anything. "Hello?" Chris said answering it.
"Hey," It was Shane. "I gave you Stephanie's address. Was she there when you went to her house? She seems to have tried to kill Hunter and then ran off. No one knows where she is."
Chris' eyes widened. "Wait she tried to kill him?" He knew that wasn't the truth.
"Yeah, the police said they had a warning of spousal abuse and went to go check it out, found Hunter on the floor in a concussion."
"That's all wrong. I went there and found Hunter beating Stephanie and called the police. Stephanie then hit him in self defense."
"Well, you should go to the police station and sort this out," Shane said. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yeah she is with me."
"Okay well I am coming over to make sure my baby sister is alright and that she doesn't get herself into anymore trouble." He heard Shane hang up. Chris new he meant he was coming over now.
He turned to Stephanie. She looked at him intently. "The police think you tried to murder your husband. As soon as Shane gets here, we are going to the police station to sort all of this out."
She sighed. "And no doubt Hunter will be there. I don't want to face him just yet," she said, starting to put his cooking utensils away. Lunch would have to wait.
"Looks like your going to have to. You'll be in big trouble if you don't go sort this out now. But hey, you don't have to go back to your house. You can stay here for as long as you need," Chris said.
"Thank you, Chris," she said with a small smile. "This just proves it though. I know he is going to try and pin this on me."
"Hey, well just tell the police the truth. They know a bullshit story when they see one. And that's what Hunter's story is."
She hugged him again. These hugs were her thank you for all the confidence he gave her. It was because of him she felt like she could face this. It was because of him, her bruises were healing and her tears were drying.
They stood there for a long time. They were silent. She looked up at him, not pulling away. "Chris…" she said leaning in.
Shane knocked on the door. "That would be Shane," Chris said pulling apart from her to get the door.
Shane walked in. "Where is she?" He asked, almost panicked.
"In the other room," Chris said pointing.
Shane went to the room. "Stephanie?" He called lightly. He saw her cheek and frowned. "How could you let him do that to you?" Shane whispered, reaching out to touching the slight bump that still poked out of her soft flesh.
"I didn't let him. I just couldn't stop him." She said, hugging Shane.
"Once dad hears this, Hunter will be fired. You'll never have to see him again. Why didn't you tell anyone?"
She went through how she was trapped inside the walls of her own home once more. Often, she was close to tears, but for the most part, she managed to hold them back.
"Let's go get this sorted out with the police." Chris said grabbing his coat, leading the way out.
"Stephanie, I am sorry. I should have known something was up, I should have done something anything. I should have called," Shane went on.
"Don't worry about it. It's over now, and we can move on," she said shrugging it off. The last thing she needed was someone begging for forgiveness. Now she needed a family. She knew all to well that Shane had been giving her space because he felt that was best for her. Not to put her aside.
The rest of the car ride there was quiet. No one wanted to bring those haunting memories back to Stephanie, and she didn't want to remember anymore.
"Hi, I am Stephanie McMahon. There is a case with my husband about spousal abuse, and I wish to sort it all out," She said, confidently. Now that she was out of Hunter's grasp, it would be easier for her to tell him her true thoughts about their marriage, and get a personal protection order against him.
"We have been expecting you Mrs. Helmsley. Have a seat at the last desk in that row," The officer said pointing. "The officer on your case will be there to sort all of this out. I will give your husband a call so we can talk to you both about this."
The last thing Stephanie wanted was for Hunter to come, but she knew that it had to be done sooner or later. She turned to where the mad was pointing before hearing Shane say something to the officer. "Its McMahon. Ms. McMahon."
"Ahhh, you must be Stephanie. That is some bump you have there," The officer said with a smile. "I am Officer Jones. I will be working on you and your husbands case. Before we begin discussing I want everything you say to be remembered as you say it. Mind if I record you?" Stephanie gave a slight nod. "As you probably heard, your husband came in the other night and reported spousal abuse, that you hit him over the head with a hammer?" The officer said, waiting for her to confirm her husbands report.
"This is true sir," she said looking at the ground, already feeling the tears start to fill her eyes.
"Now, do you mind telling me why you hit your husband with a weapon like that?" The officer said, trying his hardest to be understanding.
"Hunter has been abusing me for months. He would refuse to let me use the phone to call anyone and he had me under house arrest. Wouldn't let me leave. I took it upon myself to drop some hints to the people at work and once they called me, I would tell them the story hoping to be freed from my own house." She stopped to take a deep breath. "Only one person called, and that would be Chris Jericho," she stopped to point at him.
"Hunter somehow knew the person on the phone was for me. He refuse to let me have any phone calls, usually lying and saying I wasn't there. But this time, I answered the phone first. I told Chris that Hunter was abusing me, but our phone call was interrupted by my husband," remembering the abuse had always made her cry because she was reminded of how Hunter had indirectly murdered her child. Their child. She let a few tears fall from her worn eyes, but restrained from having a breakdown and sobbing. She would tell them her story and get as far away from Hunter as she could.
"He proceeded to backhand me in the face leaving this bump," she pointed to her discolored face. "And once I fell back he kicked me in my stomach numerous times." She lifted the shirt Chris had bought her, revealing the imprints of Hunter's large boot.
"I couldn't get away and he was so angry, so when I found the chance to hit him, I did with a hammer. I started frantically searching for the keys, since he hid them in places I could never find when Chris showed up and I stayed the night at his house. Leaving Hunter clueless to where I was," Stephanie said, finishing the story and dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"So what your saying is, you hit him out of self defense," the officer understood what went on now. "Did you happen to see any of this?" the officer asked Chris.
"Yes I saw him kicking her while she was on the ground. That's when I called the police and took Stephanie to my house."
"Stephanie."
Stephanie tuned around to see Hunter towering over her at the officer's desk.