Nothing that I Feel
Chapter 4
"I don't care if it's against the law…when I see Matthew Hardy, I will kill the son of a bitch," Victoria declared furiously. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and looking at the other Divas. The five women were standing near the door into the medic's room, each sending frequent glances toward the other end of the room, where the medic started the painstaking process of bandaging Lita's wounds the best he could.
"You're not alone in that battle," Trish Stratus told her, biting down on her lip. The urge to kick Matt Hardy where the sun doesn't shine was reaching a new high. The blond sighed, looking over the group but not really seeing them. 'I knew something was wrong… I could've said something sooner… I could've helped Lita before it got this bad, but I didn't. God, I can't believe how much of an idiot I am. The evidence of it was right before me, but I wanted to believe that the problems were over, that we were all in our perfect worlds now, so I didn't do anything. I blocked it out and made excuses for Matt. The thought of it now makes me sick…' her thoughts curled into a malicious, self-guilty stream.
"The important thing is that Lita is safe now," Stacy Keibler spoke up, twisting her hands. Her voice was shaky, but she said her words with the firmness of true belief.
Molly Holly, who had been unusually silent throughout the time they'd been in the medic's office, finally spoke. "I've been thinking… Is there a way that we can get Matt fired for this?" The question prompted all of the five into silent thinking.
Jackie's eyes lit up. "Yes!" she exclaimed, nearly jumping. "What would the best thing to help Lita out be?" the others were silent, obviously wondering where the blonde was going with this. "Get Matt out of sight; out of her life. And the best way to do that would be to get him fired!"
"There's just one problem with all that…" Trish said. "How are we supposed to get him fired? We have no proof that he's the one that's been doing this to Lita," she pointed out, motioning to the immobile and silent Diva.
"What more proof do we need?" Jackie asked. "She's bruised and battered. We found her in the locker room that she shares with Matt Hardy, all knocked up. Everyone knows that she has been spending her time with only Matt these days! It's damn well obvious that Matt is to blame!" she told them, her voice rising slightly.
"Trish knows it, and we all know it," Victoria spoke up. "Anyone who looks at this situation will come to the same, and truthful, conclusion. But think about this. If we take this to the board of directors, they will want to hear both sides. Matt can build a case up against us easily. I mean, he could easily direct the blame to a third party."
"I don't see how," Jackie replied. Her hopefulness that there would be a simple solution to get rid of Matt Hardy seemed to cloud her judgment.
"Jackie… There's a lot of ways he could turn it… Here, I'll throw out an example," Stacy pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. "Okay, say we take it to the directors. Matt acts offended, and says he has nothing to do about it… He says… Lita showed up night after night in their hotel room with those bruises, and wouldn't say anything about them, downright refusing and telling him to leave it alone. Matt might go as far to say that he was trying to find out who was hurting her."
"Then why wouldn't he have come to us for help?" Jackie challenged.
"Because it could've been one of us," Stacy answered, and then sighed. "Look, Jackie… I want Matt out of here as much as you do, but if we go to the directors, it won't help. It could even make things worse."
Jackie gave a resigned sigh, and covered her face with her hand for a moment, and then removed it. "Then what are we supposed to do?" she questioned, her voice cracking. "We can protect Lita from Matt physically harming her, but he's a goddamned psychopath. What's to stop him from going to the ring and talking about it and hurting her emotionally? We can't ban her from watching the monitor, and we can't rule her life. As much as I hate to say it… Lita is only half safe with us."
Molly was the first one to say anything. "All of you, listen to me. There's no way we can possibly protect Li from getting hurt emotionally, but we can help her through it. She'll get hurt, yes, but we'll be there; her shoulders to cry on, if you will. Half of getting better and learning is having the pain and dealing with it. If I know Lita, she'll pull through this. But if Matt's hold on her is further than anyone can imagine…" she sighed, and bit her lip. "I don't want to suggest this, but it's the best course of action," she told them. "If Matt has her so scarred that she can't get better with us… I think we should have Linda or Vince give her a temporary leave, get her involved in a program for domestic violence, and let her stay at her home."
Stacy gaped at her. "Taking a leave for this? It's not that it's a bad plan, but Lita would never go for it…"
"Stacy, listen to me," Molly said, her voice stony. "If Matt has gotten to her that deep… You know that, and I know that, we could end up having to put her in a facility," Molly sighed. "Hopefully he hasn't gotten to her that much."
"Excuse me, ladies?" the medic's voice cut through their conversation. He walked over to them, and motioned toward Lita. The redhead was hunched over on the mattress, her arm draped protectively over her stomach. "Lita is ready to go to the hotel now," he rattled off some instructions to help the healing of the bruises and whatnot. Slowly, the women made their way over toward the bedside. Lita looked up at them, her eyes wide and luminous.
Victoria winced inwardly as she trailed behind the others. 'We haven't even hit the hard part yet,' she thought, and stepped forward, surveying the emotions displayed on Lita's face. 'And we still have to convince Lita to go along with the plan.'
"I have to get back to Matt…" Lita whispered, her voice hoarse.
"No. You're not going back to Matt," Trish told her. She proceeded to explain their 'plan'.
The other Divas could only watch as the fear and terror on Lita's face grew by each word out of Trish's mouth.
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Author's Note: Well, here you go, another chapter! I hope you like!! Please review!!!