Nothing That I Feel

Chapter 2

            "This is a bad idea…  A really bad idea…" Chris Jericho said, looking over at his companion, Jackie Gayda.  "She's never going to admit that Matt-" he paused, cutting himself off.  "She's never going to admit it," he said lamely, unable to bring himself to say what 'it' was.

            Jackie turned to look at him, her eyes flashing.  "If you're going to chicken out, maybe you should go back to the locker room," she snapped coldly.  "Then you can go and sip beer with Kurt, Christian and Jeff," she told him, distaste apparent in her tone.  The blonde looked around her.  Trish, Molly, Chris Benoit, Victoria, Stacy, and Rob Van Dam surrounded her.  Kurt, Christian, and Jeff hadn't come, their responses varying from denial to being pessimistic of the plan.  Jackie shook her head.  They called themselves Lita's friends, yet when she needed help, where were they?

            "I'm not chickening out," Chris Jericho responded.  "All I'm saying is that Lita isn't going to admit what Matt's doing to her, and maybe we should think of a different plan."

            "And do you have a better plan?" Jackie hissed in reply.  There was no response, and Jackie turned on her heel, making her way to the locker room that Matt Hardy and Lita shared.  The others followed her.

            Chris Jericho followed as well, albeit slower than the others.  He ran a hand through his blond hair, biting down on his lip.  He had the distinct feeling that no simple plan could cure Lita...and that no effortless preparation could cure Matt Hardy's violent obsession with her.

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            It was amazing that Matt Hardy missed the eight people hunched together between storage cases as he left the locker room, but nevertheless, he did.  Once they were positive he was gone, the eight wrestlers stood, walking quickly to the locker room door.  "Okay, Jackie, you and the rest of the girls go on inside.  I'll guard the door with Jerky and Rob; make sure Matt doesn't come back," Chris Benoit said quickly, looking down at the blond.

            Jackie nodded to him, and turned to the door, heaving a sigh.  Slowly, she turned the knob and walked inside the darkened room, Trish, Molly, Victoria, and Stacy accompanying her.

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            The sound of sobbing greeted the Divas' ears as they stepped into the room.  "Lita?  Sweetie?" Trish called out into the darkness, and they heard an intake of breath.  "I'm going to turn the lights on now, so watch your eyes." With that, the Women's Champion flicked the light switch up, her eyes snapping to Lita as soon as they were adjusted.

            "Oh my God," Stacy breathed, and rushed to the redhead's side—carefully avoiding any contact with the fellow Diva, but close all the same.  Anger sparked through the air as the Divas looked over Lita; anger directed toward the one and only Matthew Hardy.  The redhead had been stripped down to her bra and panties, making the bruises all the more visible.  Large, black bruises, tinged with red spots of blood, covered her wrists.  Her abdomen had turned a sickly blue color, ringed with a green tint.  The redhead's lip was spilt, blood welling in the crevice.  Long, red marks slashed across her chest and ribs.  On the side of her cheek, another bruise was forming.

            "I'll go get a medic," Molly said quickly, leaving the room.  Victoria, Trish, and Jackie walked forward, keeping a distance away from Lita as not to corner her.

            "Lita, we're getting a medic for you right now," Stacy told the redhead, her tone soothing.  The blonde stroked Lita's hair, attempting to calm her down, to stop the sobs that racked her body.

            At her words, Lita looked up, her eyes containing an ever-present look of fear, and a pit of hollowness.  "No!  Don't!" she cried, her voice raspy.  She shook her head vehemently.

            "Why not, Lita?" Trish asked, biting down on her lip.  Seeing her friend like this nearly tore her apart.

            "I'm…not…allowed," she said between choking sobs.  She jerked backward, pushing herself into the corner of the room.  "Go!" she cried, and curled into a ball, obscuring her face.  "No…visitors…no…medic…no..." her words were barely comprehensible.

            Jackie kneeled in front of Lita, and waited until the redhead looked at her.  "I don't care what Matt's told you, Lita, you are going to the medic room, and getting some attention," she said, her tone not holding any room for argument.  "Now, we're going to help you to the medic room, and it'd be best if you cooperate."  Trish and Victoria each grasped one of Lita's arms, carefully wrapping her arm around their neck, and circling Lita's waist with their own.  "We're going to help you, Lita," Jackie whispered as she opened the locker room door, allowing Victoria and Trish passage.  Stacy followed them closely.  Jackie turned to the men of the group as the Divas disappeared down the hallway.

            "How is she?" Jericho asked earnestly.

            Jackie realized she was scowling, but didn't move to fix her facial expression.  Instead, she faced the three.  "Stacy, Vikki, Trish, Molly and I will take care of her for now," she said simply.  "Stay here, and when Matt comes…do us all a favor," Jackie told them.  "Kick his ass beyond recognition."

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