Chapter 3
"Jay, you have to help me!" she pleaded. "Please?"
"I tried!" he said, making his best excuse possibly. "Adam is my best friend, and I tried. I tried to give hints and everything, but he turned everything around."
"I can't live with him anymore," she said, holding back her tears. "It's a living hell! I hate this. I hate all of this! I didn't even want to come here! He made me. Everything he does -- he makes me do everything, and if I don't do it correctly, he's gonna blame it on me! I hate it. I hate it." She began to sob.
"Kit, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything," he said in a soft voice. "I tried. Everything. You know I don't want you in this mess." His eyes were soft and caring.
"Then try again," she said in a whimper. "Try again." Jay sighed.
"I can't," he said. "I just simply can't."
"How many girls have he slept with the months that I didn't see him?" she asked. He closed his eyes and looked down. "I have a right to know, Jay." He sighed and looked up to her, his eyes pleading her not to ask him questions like that. "That's right. Just exactly like I thought. Too many to remember. If you don't want to help me, I'll find someone who will.
"Who? The only friend we have is each other and Kurt," he said. "Kurt already have enough problems as it is. Besides, if Adam finds out, you'll just get in more trouble than you already are."
"Me? In trouble?" she asked, keeping her voice low. "You're beginning to scare me, Jay. I thought you were better than that."
"I am better, but I'm not good enough," he said that. She shook her head as a tear slipped from her eyes.
"How could you?" she whispered. "I can't believe this. How could you?" The tears builded up and began flowing down.
"Here, let me check your bruise for you," he said, stepping up to her.
"DON'T touch me," she hissed before turning on her heels and leaving.
***
Two more weeks, and Kit would be making her debut into the WWF. Vince loved her. All she needed to do was tone her wrestling skill, and all her other skills were perfect.
The meeting went well, and she had to wear a sweater to cover up her bruises. Vince had asked for her to take it off, and she did, making an excuse that she had fell down the stairs days before she came. Vince had believed her like nothing.
She went back to the hotel for the rest of the day, and she stayed there to read her book while the wrestlers went off to talk about their matches.
The door suddenly opened, and Kit glanced up to see Adam and Jay walking in with big grins on their face. "Hi Kit," Jay greeted.
"Kit, baby, what are you doing?" Adam asked.
"Reading," she replied. "A Stephen King book. It's pretty good."
"I'm gonna go get some dinner," Jay said. "See ya." He walked out after glancing at the couple. Adam locked the door behind him.
"Kit, I have specific instructions for you," he said. "You know Lita right?"
"Yep," she replied, bookmarking her book and putting it to the side.
"I want you to attack her whenever you get the chance possible," he demanded.
"What? Why?" she asked. "I thought the WWF is made of storylines."
"It is, but backstage, then it's different," he said. "You don't have to be the bestest friends with them backstage. As a matter of fact, I hate them! That skanky-ho, Amy -- so, anytime you see her. If she's with those gay Hardy Boyz, then leave them alone."
"Whatever," she said, picking up her book.
"Don't you whatever me," he said, his voice rising higher. He stepped up to her, and his eyes were glaring.
"I will beat her, don't worry, Adam," she said. "I will beat her so much she can't walk the next day."
"That's my girl. Now, do you like the storyline Vince suggested to you?" he asked, sitting on the bed by her.
"Of course. As long as I'm with you," she said, trying her best to smile sweetly. He grinned and kissed her on the cheek. He trailed down her neck and began to unbotton her shirt.
"Adam, I'm reading," she said. He ignored her, and she was going to cry. Not again.
"Jay, you have to help me!" she pleaded. "Please?"
"I tried!" he said, making his best excuse possibly. "Adam is my best friend, and I tried. I tried to give hints and everything, but he turned everything around."
"I can't live with him anymore," she said, holding back her tears. "It's a living hell! I hate this. I hate all of this! I didn't even want to come here! He made me. Everything he does -- he makes me do everything, and if I don't do it correctly, he's gonna blame it on me! I hate it. I hate it." She began to sob.
"Kit, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything," he said in a soft voice. "I tried. Everything. You know I don't want you in this mess." His eyes were soft and caring.
"Then try again," she said in a whimper. "Try again." Jay sighed.
"I can't," he said. "I just simply can't."
"How many girls have he slept with the months that I didn't see him?" she asked. He closed his eyes and looked down. "I have a right to know, Jay." He sighed and looked up to her, his eyes pleading her not to ask him questions like that. "That's right. Just exactly like I thought. Too many to remember. If you don't want to help me, I'll find someone who will.
"Who? The only friend we have is each other and Kurt," he said. "Kurt already have enough problems as it is. Besides, if Adam finds out, you'll just get in more trouble than you already are."
"Me? In trouble?" she asked, keeping her voice low. "You're beginning to scare me, Jay. I thought you were better than that."
"I am better, but I'm not good enough," he said that. She shook her head as a tear slipped from her eyes.
"How could you?" she whispered. "I can't believe this. How could you?" The tears builded up and began flowing down.
"Here, let me check your bruise for you," he said, stepping up to her.
"DON'T touch me," she hissed before turning on her heels and leaving.
***
Two more weeks, and Kit would be making her debut into the WWF. Vince loved her. All she needed to do was tone her wrestling skill, and all her other skills were perfect.
The meeting went well, and she had to wear a sweater to cover up her bruises. Vince had asked for her to take it off, and she did, making an excuse that she had fell down the stairs days before she came. Vince had believed her like nothing.
She went back to the hotel for the rest of the day, and she stayed there to read her book while the wrestlers went off to talk about their matches.
The door suddenly opened, and Kit glanced up to see Adam and Jay walking in with big grins on their face. "Hi Kit," Jay greeted.
"Kit, baby, what are you doing?" Adam asked.
"Reading," she replied. "A Stephen King book. It's pretty good."
"I'm gonna go get some dinner," Jay said. "See ya." He walked out after glancing at the couple. Adam locked the door behind him.
"Kit, I have specific instructions for you," he said. "You know Lita right?"
"Yep," she replied, bookmarking her book and putting it to the side.
"I want you to attack her whenever you get the chance possible," he demanded.
"What? Why?" she asked. "I thought the WWF is made of storylines."
"It is, but backstage, then it's different," he said. "You don't have to be the bestest friends with them backstage. As a matter of fact, I hate them! That skanky-ho, Amy -- so, anytime you see her. If she's with those gay Hardy Boyz, then leave them alone."
"Whatever," she said, picking up her book.
"Don't you whatever me," he said, his voice rising higher. He stepped up to her, and his eyes were glaring.
"I will beat her, don't worry, Adam," she said. "I will beat her so much she can't walk the next day."
"That's my girl. Now, do you like the storyline Vince suggested to you?" he asked, sitting on the bed by her.
"Of course. As long as I'm with you," she said, trying her best to smile sweetly. He grinned and kissed her on the cheek. He trailed down her neck and began to unbotton her shirt.
"Adam, I'm reading," she said. He ignored her, and she was going to cry. Not again.