Author: Shantay
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. But I could name a few I'd love to own. )
Distribution: Sure but just let me know.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: The relationships of two couples take two very wrong turns.
Content warning: As usual I am offering a clean work of art….lol….
Her head pounded harder and harder as someone knocked, although it seemed more like banging, at the door. She lifted up, finding that she'd been laid out across the bed with her clothes still on. The daylight shined through the curtains.
The blonde used all her strength to lift herself off of the bed and make it to the door. She didn't even have the energy to yell to the person at the door. With her palm pressed against her forehead, Trish dragged to herself to the doorknob and opened it to find an anxious redhead.
"Took you long enough. You look like you barely got sleep last night. That would probably why you didn't answer the door when I knocked last night. What were you doing?"
Trish's thought back to the night before. How could she not have heard the door? She'd come in at 7:30. Quickly remembering her activities in the previous night, she quickly formed an excuse. "Oh, I went to Stacy's room for a little while." The redhead nodded, her eyebrows furrowed as she walked into the room.
Lita turned to her best friend with a look of concern suddenly in her features. "How are you?"
Trish leaned against the now closed door, looking far off. She was a mess. Her life seemed to be in shambles. She didn't know how she was even functioning now. "Still not great, but I'm dealing with it all." She felt bad for not being completely honest with Lita, but she didn't want to get into details. She was bound to tell Lita about what she did the night before.
The little blonde quickly shifted the conversation from herself. "Did anything happen with you last night?"
Lita seemed to be taken off guard by that question. She jumped slightly, scratched her head and looked away. After a few moments, she replied, "Well…I went out with Chrisitian". The shocked reaction she got from Trish was just what she'd expected and she immediately explained herself after saying that. "It wasn't anything serious. I needed to go out and get my mind off of Jeff. Christian was really sweet and I had a good time anyway."
Trish stared at her friend in amazement. What was she thinking going out with Christian? Hadn't Lita ever listened to her when she told her about the way Christian would flirt with, more like harass her? Trish shook her head, only able to reply 'wow', and began to make her way to the bathroom.
"Look, Trish, I know you think--" The redhead immediately stopped and rushed to her friend's side as she faltered, her fall only being prevented by the dresser next to the bathroom door. Lita grabbed the smaller woman's upper arms to prevent her from falling. Trish squeezed her eyes closed to regain a clearer vision and focus again. "Trish, are you okay? What happened?" The nervous redhead's voice was panicked, her words coming out in a rush.
Trish pulled, trying to put on a look of strength. "Nothing. I guess I'm still tired." SHe offered a small laugh, hoping to reassure Lita. Lita gave the woman in front of her a doubtful look, but decided not to press the matter.
Becoming uneasy, expecting to be caught, Trish tried to find a reason to get Lita out of the room. "Li, I think I just need some time alone. I'm sorry. I guess everything now is just getting to me. I need some time to think things through."
"Okay….but if you need to talk, I'm here." The look in Lita's eyes were begging Trish to tell her if something was going on. The redhead wasn't an idiot. She knew there was something wrong about the whole picture. But she better than to push something with Trish.
Trish waited until she heard the click of the door and made her way over to the garbage can. One…two…three…she counted out the cans. Her breaths became heavier. She stepped back from the can, as though she'd just seen a ghost or something to terrible to mention. She'd remembered having some drinks the night before, but how could she drink so many? Not once in her life had she even picked up an alcoholic beverage with the thought of drinking, but then she went and drank three in one night.
What was happening to her? What was she doing to herself? Her life had been in control before. Everything had been great, almost perfect. But now, everything was so crazy. The Trish from a year ago wouldn't have been so unstable.
Going to her purse, she pulled out the wallet. She needed to see that picture. That picture of Chris that remained in her life, just as he remained in her thoughts. She just couldn't seem to let go.
Trish plopped down onto the bed. The tears took over. She couldn't believe any man could have this kind of effect on her. She couldn't believe that she needed him so badly.
She shook her head. It was too late to be happy. But she wouldn't let herself feel this way anymore. She couldn't let it hurt anymore. Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, she dropped the picture of Chris to the flood. Looking at it one last time, she made her way into the kitchen.
She couldn't let him control her anymore.
Maybe if he worked out enough, he could get her off of his mind.
Jeff laid back on the workbench and lifted the dumbbells above him. He hoped that with each lift a little bit of her would fade from his memory. But it wasn't working. She was embedded in his every thought. He lifted faster. But she was there. It was like she was torturing him, teasing him. He wanted her so badly. And he swore he could even practically feel her. Her hands. A lift. Her legs. Lift. Her lips. Another.
"Whoa…slow down Hardy. Don't kill yourself." That laugh sickened Jeff. He stopped, putting the dumbbells back in place and standing up.
"Why are you here?" The disgusted was laced all in his words. His angry, green eyes met the amused ones of Christian.
The blonde Canadian nonchalantly walked into the room, ignoring the animosity he received from the young Hardy. "Is it a crime if I want to work out for Lita?"
Jeff, now shaking with rage, approached the man. "What is that supposed to mean?" He mere inches away from the Christian. His eyes stared holes through the other man, and he looked ready to attack. Christian still had that smug smirk on his face, not backing down from Jeff. Instead, he brought his face close to Jeff's so that he could hear every word clearly.
"Well, Jeff, if you must know, if all goes according to plan, Lita and I will be doing more than just talking."
In mere seconds, the now red Hardy, had the arrogant blonde pinned against the wall, grabbing his shirt. "You better not ever touch her." The threat and force of the young Hardy didn't phase Christian.
With a laugh, he replied, "I plan on touching her in many places.".
Jeff was pulled away from Christian, just as he was about to beat him within an inch of his life. He found himself being held back by Chris.
"Calm down Jeff."
Grinning from ear to ear, Christian left the room, Jeff struggling to get at him, while Chris was barely able to control him.
Jeff let out a loud scoff and set back down on the workbench. Chris, huffing from the effort he'd just out into trying to calm Jeff, walked over toward him.
"What just happened?"
"Nothing." Jeff retorted sharply. His body untensed and he leaned over, his arms on his knees, holding him up. "Everything's just so wrong." He paused for a little while, absentmindedly shaking his head. "I never meant to hurt her, you know. I don't even remember sleeping with someone else--"
"Stop beating yourself up about it. What's done is done. You have to just move on. There's nothing you can do about it now."
Jeff laughed shortly, almost deliriously. "You're crazy. I can't just move on or stop thinking about it. I still love her. I mean, I know we'll probably never get together again but…I can't just move on."
Chris looked away from the Hardy, not wanting him to notice the look in his eyes. That hit too close to home. He knew exactly what he meant. There wasn't going to be a second chance from him and Trish. And despite the fact that she was the one who hurt him, he couldn't stop thinking about her, or longing for her. Chris only replied, "I understand".
Despite Chris's efforts, Jeff noticed the look in his eyes. He knew what Chris was thinking about. He stood up and tried to lighten up the mood. "Aren't we just a couple of sad puppies?" Chris gave a little smile.
"I'm gonna go. I'll catch ya later." Jeff walked by his friend and left the exercise room.
Jeff was right. This situation was so ridiculous. And there seemed to be no escape from the pain and misery. How had everything gone so wrong?
Author's Note: So the true Christian is shown…lol. That was a sucky ending but it leads to something. Next chapter will have answers to quite a few questions. Stay tuned….and oh yea….REVIEW!!!