Never Lose Sight
Chapter 2
"Mommy, where are you going?" Chelsea Benoit asked curiously from the backseat of the car, looking at her mother with her forehead wrinkled. "This isn't the way home."
Lita forced herself to smile, her lips taunt across her face. "I know, sweetheart. I'm going to drop you off at Christine's house."
Chelsea grinned, too happy to wonder why Lita had suddenly chosen to do so. "Awesome! Thanks, Mom!"
Lita nodded her head absentmindedly, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. 'This is so stupid,' she told herself stubbornly, but inside her heart was pounding. She pursed her lips and shook her head. No…it wasn't stupid. Everything that she had was being threatened; it didn't matter that whoever wrote the letters hadn't named his price. Maybe the letters were a prank. Maybe they were from a harmless copycat.
But when it came to her family, 'maybe' wasn't acceptable.
As she turned the corner to another street, Lita silently gave thanks that she and Sarah, Christine's mother, had met. Christine was six, like Chelsea, and the two were best friends. Lita and Sarah often referred to each other as their savoir—anytime they needed help, someone to watch their daughter or the like, the other was always glad to accept. Lita wasn't worried that Sarah wouldn't be there. For one, Sarah was five months pregnant with her second child. Lita smiled at the thought but it was there only briefly before her thoughts turned back to the matter at hand.
She had to find out who was writing those letters for her own emotional good.
And if the letters continued the way they were going, she needed to know for the well-being of anyone close to her.
Lita took a breath as she stepped into the two-story home that she and Chris Benoit had moved into after their marriage about eight years ago. A distant smile covered her face as she locked the front door behind her and walked into the kitchen, setting her keys on the counter. Lita sighed. She wanted to stay here and continue thinking about the marriage but she knew it was just a way of stalling. Resigned, Lita slipped her jacket off and tossed it on a chair before opening a nearby door and trudging downstairs to the basement.
She and Chris had furnished the basement about three years ago and Lita had moved her 'office' of sorts down there. Even though she was no longer employed, every so often the WWE would contact her for some odds and ends—finding developmental talent, making calls to arenas and such. Her desk was in the upper right corner along with a computer, phone, and file cabinet. Lita's eyes moved over the beige carpet. There was a glass wall (which had come with a monster installment fee) that separated the exercise and weight-lifting equipment from the rest of the basement in regards to Chelsea's safety. The rest of the room was filled with other miscellany and toys.
With apparent calm steps Lita walked to the file cabinet and pulled an unlabeled file from the back bottom shelf and tossed it on the desk. "It's just ink," Lita said aloud, biting her lip as she sat down. "Ink can't hurt anyone."
But whoever used the ink would.
Lita swallowed at the thought. 'Focus,' she commanded herself sternly, 'Let's just get this paranoia over with.' She opened the desk drawer and pulled out three identical envelopes. She opened the envelopes and set the small pieces of paper in a row, reading them once more, her heart feeling like a dead weight in her chest.
Red,
That is what your friends call you, isn't it? Who am I kidding? I know it's what your friends call you. I've been watching every move you've made for the past few months, so maybe it's fit that I'm calling you Red now. I know everything about you. I know everything about your family. And what I know—and what bothers me most—is that you forgot about me. But, before I go… I always thought you looked better with red hair.
You-Know-Who
Lita's jaw tightened as she fingered her hair. She had dyed it a light brown shade a few years ago, but her friends still called her that. Swallowing tightly, she moved her eyes to the next two notes.
Dearest,
You've been quite the busy-bird this week. I really enjoyed your trip—I was five feet from you the entire time. You know, it's entirely too easy to follow you. In fact, it's getting a tad boring. I want to see you afraid. I want to see you jump at your own shadow. But, Red, that's not my point. In fact, none of this is my point. I just want to stay and chat for a little longer; have a little more attention than you've ever bothered to give me before now. You and Benoit have quite the pretty daughter. It'd be a shame if she got hurt, don't you think?
You-Know-Who
A shiver ran down her spine. How stupid had she been to just wish these letters off? Whoever he was, this man was toying with her. He as much as outright suggested that he would hurt Chelsea. Lita gripped the edge of her desk. If he so much as laid a finger on her little girl… And then there was the part about being five feet from her while she shopped. Somehow she didn't doubt it. It was a terrifying thought that this man had been close enough to grab her and she hadn't even noticed.
Honey,
I haven't spoken to you in quite some time. In fact…I think you forgot about me again. But I know these letters are lurking in the back of your mind. Shame on you for not telling Benoit about these. You know… I think he's forgotten about me, too. He thought he was rid of me. He's not nearly good enough for you, but you always do badly on your second try at love. Benoit believed that I had disappeared. Shows you that you can never be too certain of anything, eh?
You-Know-Who
Lita put her head in her hands and sighed. It disturbed her to think it, but the guy was right. She should've told Chris about the letters, but… Telling him would be like admitting she was scared…admitting that there was a threat. Lita sat back in the chair, closing her eyes and refusing to continue. Her heart beat in her chest ferociously. She didn't want any more proof that this psycho was after her and her family. She didn't want this perfect world she'd strived for and created to collapse…but all the same, she couldn't just ignore these things…could she?
No. She had to do this. For Chris's sake. For Chelsea's sake.
For everyone's sake...
Author's Note: Sorry that the action hasn't really picked up, but whatever! I forgot to have the disclaimer in the first chapter, but ya'll know how it is: I own Moceri and Chelsea and basically anything except for the wrestlers. Anyway...please review!
Reviewers:
Latisha C :Lol yup I hadn't seen a lot of those around when I wrote "Always Watching" so I figured, what the heck:) Glad you enjoyed!
fangirl : I'm happy I found someone else who likes Lita/Benoit as much as me!
hon4 : Cute family living happily...for how much longer-dramatic music plays- Just kidding:)
sapphiretwilight : Yey! I'm glad you liked "Always Watching". :)
Fidelitas : Thank you somuch! The good news is that I have up until Chapter 4 written so I'll probably update weekly.
wolverineslover : Nope, no Benoit quite yet, but he's coming soon-)
AniLuLu : Lol well that's good that you still like it the second time around:) Now it's your job to bug me to update lol.
Lycanthropia : I certainly will! I can't tell you how happy I am that you (and a bunch of others) like the idea of a sequel.
huntersgirl : Yey! I'm glad to have you onboard once more! It's a secret! Just like before lol.
Dana1 : I'm confused by what you mean by your last sentence... But, anyway, onto the rest of what you said: Yes, I'm well aware that in real life, they are/were close friends. However, this is fanfiction and whatever you want can go. The story involving Dean and Matt comes from "Always Watching". I don't know if you missed it, but this is a sequel to the story. Maybe if you went back and read "Always Watching" you'd understand it better.
honeylady :) I'm glad you liked the first one! Hopefully this one will be even better!
abril4 : Thanks for your review!
Kittie : I know what you mean! There are hardly any Benoit stories on this site!
hottie-angel3445 :) Awww thank you!
