Title: Two Wrongs
Author: Tay
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Love isn't always easy. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Everyday was beginning to become the same routine. Continuous thoughts of Jeff plagued Lita's mind. Didn't they say that things got easier with time? It must have been well past three months since they'd broken up and yet, she never stopped longing for him or thinking about him.
Her heart was telling her to just forget about everything that happened. She wanted to believe that he truly was sorry. He'd never wronged her before. This was only the first time something like this had ever happened in their year-long relationship. Every single memory made her want to run into Jeff's arms. The memory of all the good times they'd had together, the intense bond between them, the passion, the love….
But her mind could never agree with her heart. He knew what cheating on her would do to her. She'd told him about all the horrible relationships she'd had with men before. Jeff knew the pain it would cause her if he broke her heart like all the rest. Just before they'd started their relationship, Lita told him about how scared she was to try a relationship with another guy. And he told her -- promised her that he wouldn't be like the rest. But just like the rest he'd promised her so much and broken her heart in the end.
"Oh shit." Christian grumbled from his position on the floor after colliding with Lita. He quickly got to his feet, immediately helping Lita back up to hers.
Lita, quickly recovered from her state of shock, and began incessantly apologizing. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I didn't mean to barge into you like that. I was just-"
Christian grabbed her arm, letting her know to stop. "Don't worry about it. I'm alright."
"No really. I'm sorry. I seem to have an issue with running into people."
"Like I said, don't worry about it."
Lita managed a quick half-smile and tried to continue on down the hall but was stopped as Christian put himself in the way. "Hey, you haven't been looking too good since you came back. Do you wanna talk about anything?"
Instinctively, Lita prepared to say no but was cut off as Christian pressed his offer. "It's always nice to have someone to talk to, you know. I'm here to listen if you wanna talk."
It wasn't like she'd never ever talked to Christian. She used to talk to him almost as much as she talks to Chris. But they'd stopped talking when he made some questionable moves that caused everyone to hate him. She's never been able to hate him thought. What was the harm in talking to him? He seemed like the good old, same Christian she knew.
"Well…I just can't seem to get my mind off of Jeff. You do know that he cheated on me and we broke up?" Christian's nod encouraged her to proceed. "Yea…well, ever since I came back, everything just seems to be reminding me of him. And then when I see him, it's so hard to not just run back in his arms and give in. And I can't seem to make myself realize that he's like every other guy I've dated."
"I can't believe he did that to you. It makes me sick. I thought I knew him better than that. I'm sorry we haven't been able to talk in such a long time. Things have just been so…crazy. Maybe I can take you out to dinner to get your mind off things and to catch up. You know, just as friends."
It was hard to turn down such an offer. She'd missed talking to Christian. She'd missed the old Christian. But honestly, she wasn't in the mood to go out. "I'm sorry Christian. But I'm just not feeling up to going out anywhere. But I can find you sometime and we can talk."
Luckily, an understanding instead of disappointed smile came across his face. "Sure, we can talk later. I hope you feel a lot better."
Lita smiled back and made her way down the hall.
Chris sat in a daze on the couch in Molly's dressing room. Molly had drug him to her room in celebration. But there was a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was telling him that he was an ass for allowing Molly and Gail to double team Trish. He was an ass for walking away from Trish as her heart broke, tears of pain flowing down her gorgeous face. And now he had the nerve to be sitting here, in Molly's dressing room, as she and slutty Gail Kim celebrated a cheap victory.
"Come on Chris! Let's celebrate!" Chris couldn't help but look at Molly with contempt as she pulled on his arm. He snatched it away from her, standing up. The sudden action brought a halt upon the party, leaving Molly and Gail staring at him in dismay.
"There is no way in hell I am celebrating with you. I don't even know why the fuck I'm here." Chris charged towards, angrier than he thought he could ever be, more at himself than anyone else. How in the hell could he just turn his back on Trish? She was sincere. She needed him. He had to get to her. He had to make up for all this time he'd spent not talking to her and giving her the cold shoulder.
A loud, desperate voice called out to him as he put his hand on the doorknob. "Wait!" Her tone took a change to soft and reasoning. "Are you actually gonna go running back to Trish? That's exactly what she wants you to do. That's what that little act was all about. Don't you remember what she did to you three months ago? Remember?"
Chris could feel the anger slipping from every muscle in his body, being replaced by the realization of the agony Trish had caused him. He barely noticed Molly's hands on his back in an effort to calm him and make him stay. Her convincing words continued to fill his head. "She told you she loved you and then she slept with another man. She's obviously cold-hearted. She can put on any act she needs to to get what she wants, without feeling a shred of guilt."
Molly sent Gail a look of relief. Another victory was coming her way and Chris was still on her side. She could feel it. "Look Chris. I just wanted to make her pay for what she did to you. I can't stand the thought that she hurt you. I was just celebrating because I felt like I defended your honor against that little slut. I'm sorry Chris, but Trish isn't who you thought she was. You have got to see that."
Chris finally gave in, letting out a sigh and letting go of the doorknob. Why did he always have to go through this? Molly always ended up explaining to him that Trish never cared about him. Why couldn't he just believe that? Why did he want her so bad? Why was he longing for her soft touch, her gentle kiss? He needed to let go of this image of Trish. No matter how badly he hoped, Trish would never change for him.
He turned around. "Molly, I don't know how much to thank you. I'm so sorry. This is just so hard."
Molly held Chris's sullen face in her hands. "It's ok. I just want you to be alright. I'll be back." She placed a kiss on his cheek, walking out the door.
How was she even breathing right now? All she really wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die. Her whole life seemed so pointless without Chris. Three months ago, she never thought she'd see the day that Chris chose Molly "Trash" Holly over her. But that day had come. And she still couldn't seem to figure out what she had done to cause this.
As though her day couldn't get any worse.
As Trish turned the corner, she heard the sickeningly happy hum of the person she hated most in the world. And there she was, walking down the hall, as happy as a hyena, smiling from ear to ear. This time Trish could not control the rage firing up inside of her. Despite being sore and in pain from her match not ten minutes ago, she charged towards Molly, taking her down with such force.
Like an animal attacking its prey, Trish swung at the brunette, her screams not facing her one second. She relentless pounded her head. Trish wanted her to suffer, just like she was. Molly needed to feel the pain she was in, if not emotionally, physically. Trish had no idea what was possessing her. She felt the utter need to cause Molly pain. At that point she didn't care if she seriously hurt Molly or even…killed her.
Trish felt strong arms lifting her off of Molly, but she gave them quite a struggle, still swinging and kicking. Whoever it was that had grabbed her, gently placed her down and stood between her and Molly. Trish found the will to calm down as she stared into the blue eyes of Chris Jericho.
But his eyes weren't saying what they'd told her in the ring. In the ring, she could still see the love he had for her, but still the pain he'd been feeling over the past few months. But now was a look of anger, maybe even disgust. Trish tried to form some words through her heaving and puffing but nothing would come out.
"Don't even bother. I can't believe I was ever in love with you." The harsh words cut like a dagger in Trish's heart. She felt it nearly pounding out of her chest. The overwhelming sensation of those words ran through her like ice. Trish felt like she could collapse right there.
"What kind of human being are you? How can you just use people? How can you just ruin peoples lives without feeling even a little bit of remorse?" The little blonde tried so hard to form a defense against the cruel accusations of Chris Jericho. She just couldn't find anything. No response would leave her lips.
Her breath caught in her throat as he approached, so close she could feel the heat emanating off his body and his breath on her face. Trish wanted so badly to look away, but there was something forcing her to look in his eyes. Her knees went week as he gently clutched her chin. The way he was staring at her…it was like he was examining her, hoping to find a trace of love between them. And Trish was praying that he would see it. It was there. If he could just see that she was so desperately in love with him…if he could just know how he felt.
Chris dropped his head with a sigh, letting go of her face. "I don't know how you do it. I thought I knew you. Now I can't even tell when you're lying to me or not." The sound of defeat and loss in his husky voice was all it took to kill Trish. The anger hadn't done it. It was the anguish she seemed to be causing without trying.
Trish watched as Chris returned to the room down the hall, with Molly trailing behind, holding her jaw. She hadn't noticed she'd been holding her breath ever since the moment she saw Chris. The distraught blonde stood in the place where he'd left her, unable to move a muscle or even comprehend how her life had fallen apart without a hint. Not only did the love of her life hate her, but he was with the woman she despised more than Satan himself. And she knew her life would never be the same. It would never be as happy. She'd never find the same kind of love again. Her life was in shambles and at that moment in time, it didn't seem like it was worth living.
Author's Note: So I have returned finally!!!! This is a short chapter yes, but it's something. And I am really hoping that this won't be the last chapter in a while. Please, please review guys.
Author: Tay
Email:
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Love isn't always easy. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Everyday was beginning to become the same routine. Continuous thoughts of Jeff plagued Lita's mind. Didn't they say that things got easier with time? It must have been well past three months since they'd broken up and yet, she never stopped longing for him or thinking about him.
Her heart was telling her to just forget about everything that happened. She wanted to believe that he truly was sorry. He'd never wronged her before. This was only the first time something like this had ever happened in their year-long relationship. Every single memory made her want to run into Jeff's arms. The memory of all the good times they'd had together, the intense bond between them, the passion, the love….
But her mind could never agree with her heart. He knew what cheating on her would do to her. She'd told him about all the horrible relationships she'd had with men before. Jeff knew the pain it would cause her if he broke her heart like all the rest. Just before they'd started their relationship, Lita told him about how scared she was to try a relationship with another guy. And he told her -- promised her that he wouldn't be like the rest. But just like the rest he'd promised her so much and broken her heart in the end.
"Oh shit." Christian grumbled from his position on the floor after colliding with Lita. He quickly got to his feet, immediately helping Lita back up to hers.
Lita, quickly recovered from her state of shock, and began incessantly apologizing. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I didn't mean to barge into you like that. I was just-"
Christian grabbed her arm, letting her know to stop. "Don't worry about it. I'm alright."
"No really. I'm sorry. I seem to have an issue with running into people."
"Like I said, don't worry about it."
Lita managed a quick half-smile and tried to continue on down the hall but was stopped as Christian put himself in the way. "Hey, you haven't been looking too good since you came back. Do you wanna talk about anything?"
Instinctively, Lita prepared to say no but was cut off as Christian pressed his offer. "It's always nice to have someone to talk to, you know. I'm here to listen if you wanna talk."
It wasn't like she'd never ever talked to Christian. She used to talk to him almost as much as she talks to Chris. But they'd stopped talking when he made some questionable moves that caused everyone to hate him. She's never been able to hate him thought. What was the harm in talking to him? He seemed like the good old, same Christian she knew.
"Well…I just can't seem to get my mind off of Jeff. You do know that he cheated on me and we broke up?" Christian's nod encouraged her to proceed. "Yea…well, ever since I came back, everything just seems to be reminding me of him. And then when I see him, it's so hard to not just run back in his arms and give in. And I can't seem to make myself realize that he's like every other guy I've dated."
"I can't believe he did that to you. It makes me sick. I thought I knew him better than that. I'm sorry we haven't been able to talk in such a long time. Things have just been so…crazy. Maybe I can take you out to dinner to get your mind off things and to catch up. You know, just as friends."
It was hard to turn down such an offer. She'd missed talking to Christian. She'd missed the old Christian. But honestly, she wasn't in the mood to go out. "I'm sorry Christian. But I'm just not feeling up to going out anywhere. But I can find you sometime and we can talk."
Luckily, an understanding instead of disappointed smile came across his face. "Sure, we can talk later. I hope you feel a lot better."
Lita smiled back and made her way down the hall.
Chris sat in a daze on the couch in Molly's dressing room. Molly had drug him to her room in celebration. But there was a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was telling him that he was an ass for allowing Molly and Gail to double team Trish. He was an ass for walking away from Trish as her heart broke, tears of pain flowing down her gorgeous face. And now he had the nerve to be sitting here, in Molly's dressing room, as she and slutty Gail Kim celebrated a cheap victory.
"Come on Chris! Let's celebrate!" Chris couldn't help but look at Molly with contempt as she pulled on his arm. He snatched it away from her, standing up. The sudden action brought a halt upon the party, leaving Molly and Gail staring at him in dismay.
"There is no way in hell I am celebrating with you. I don't even know why the fuck I'm here." Chris charged towards, angrier than he thought he could ever be, more at himself than anyone else. How in the hell could he just turn his back on Trish? She was sincere. She needed him. He had to get to her. He had to make up for all this time he'd spent not talking to her and giving her the cold shoulder.
A loud, desperate voice called out to him as he put his hand on the doorknob. "Wait!" Her tone took a change to soft and reasoning. "Are you actually gonna go running back to Trish? That's exactly what she wants you to do. That's what that little act was all about. Don't you remember what she did to you three months ago? Remember?"
Chris could feel the anger slipping from every muscle in his body, being replaced by the realization of the agony Trish had caused him. He barely noticed Molly's hands on his back in an effort to calm him and make him stay. Her convincing words continued to fill his head. "She told you she loved you and then she slept with another man. She's obviously cold-hearted. She can put on any act she needs to to get what she wants, without feeling a shred of guilt."
Molly sent Gail a look of relief. Another victory was coming her way and Chris was still on her side. She could feel it. "Look Chris. I just wanted to make her pay for what she did to you. I can't stand the thought that she hurt you. I was just celebrating because I felt like I defended your honor against that little slut. I'm sorry Chris, but Trish isn't who you thought she was. You have got to see that."
Chris finally gave in, letting out a sigh and letting go of the doorknob. Why did he always have to go through this? Molly always ended up explaining to him that Trish never cared about him. Why couldn't he just believe that? Why did he want her so bad? Why was he longing for her soft touch, her gentle kiss? He needed to let go of this image of Trish. No matter how badly he hoped, Trish would never change for him.
He turned around. "Molly, I don't know how much to thank you. I'm so sorry. This is just so hard."
Molly held Chris's sullen face in her hands. "It's ok. I just want you to be alright. I'll be back." She placed a kiss on his cheek, walking out the door.
How was she even breathing right now? All she really wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die. Her whole life seemed so pointless without Chris. Three months ago, she never thought she'd see the day that Chris chose Molly "Trash" Holly over her. But that day had come. And she still couldn't seem to figure out what she had done to cause this.
As though her day couldn't get any worse.
As Trish turned the corner, she heard the sickeningly happy hum of the person she hated most in the world. And there she was, walking down the hall, as happy as a hyena, smiling from ear to ear. This time Trish could not control the rage firing up inside of her. Despite being sore and in pain from her match not ten minutes ago, she charged towards Molly, taking her down with such force.
Like an animal attacking its prey, Trish swung at the brunette, her screams not facing her one second. She relentless pounded her head. Trish wanted her to suffer, just like she was. Molly needed to feel the pain she was in, if not emotionally, physically. Trish had no idea what was possessing her. She felt the utter need to cause Molly pain. At that point she didn't care if she seriously hurt Molly or even…killed her.
Trish felt strong arms lifting her off of Molly, but she gave them quite a struggle, still swinging and kicking. Whoever it was that had grabbed her, gently placed her down and stood between her and Molly. Trish found the will to calm down as she stared into the blue eyes of Chris Jericho.
But his eyes weren't saying what they'd told her in the ring. In the ring, she could still see the love he had for her, but still the pain he'd been feeling over the past few months. But now was a look of anger, maybe even disgust. Trish tried to form some words through her heaving and puffing but nothing would come out.
"Don't even bother. I can't believe I was ever in love with you." The harsh words cut like a dagger in Trish's heart. She felt it nearly pounding out of her chest. The overwhelming sensation of those words ran through her like ice. Trish felt like she could collapse right there.
"What kind of human being are you? How can you just use people? How can you just ruin peoples lives without feeling even a little bit of remorse?" The little blonde tried so hard to form a defense against the cruel accusations of Chris Jericho. She just couldn't find anything. No response would leave her lips.
Her breath caught in her throat as he approached, so close she could feel the heat emanating off his body and his breath on her face. Trish wanted so badly to look away, but there was something forcing her to look in his eyes. Her knees went week as he gently clutched her chin. The way he was staring at her…it was like he was examining her, hoping to find a trace of love between them. And Trish was praying that he would see it. It was there. If he could just see that she was so desperately in love with him…if he could just know how he felt.
Chris dropped his head with a sigh, letting go of her face. "I don't know how you do it. I thought I knew you. Now I can't even tell when you're lying to me or not." The sound of defeat and loss in his husky voice was all it took to kill Trish. The anger hadn't done it. It was the anguish she seemed to be causing without trying.
Trish watched as Chris returned to the room down the hall, with Molly trailing behind, holding her jaw. She hadn't noticed she'd been holding her breath ever since the moment she saw Chris. The distraught blonde stood in the place where he'd left her, unable to move a muscle or even comprehend how her life had fallen apart without a hint. Not only did the love of her life hate her, but he was with the woman she despised more than Satan himself. And she knew her life would never be the same. It would never be as happy. She'd never find the same kind of love again. Her life was in shambles and at that moment in time, it didn't seem like it was worth living.
Author's Note: So I have returned finally!!!! This is a short chapter yes, but it's something. And I am really hoping that this won't be the last chapter in a while. Please, please review guys.