A/N: I own absolutely nothing!

Main Characters: Trish Stratus Randy Orton, other additional characters as this story goes along.

The next day, Trish woke up before both Christian and Tomko. She decided to get up and get washed up and dressed since they were to be at the arena at noon. She got her cloths together and went into the bathroom. Once she got in, she looked into the mirror, and saw a slight bruise that had formed on her cheek from the previous night.

"Guess I'll have to pack some make-up on today." She sighed as she walked over to bath and started the water. As she waited for it to fill completely, she discarded her clothing. When she saw the bath was filled up, she turned off the water and climbed in.

It took her about 15 minutes to get washed up. She drained the tub, and got out. She dried herself up, and got her new clean cloths. She wore a pair of black low-rise pants, with her 100 Stratusfaction Guaranteed belt. Also she wore her Green 2004 BOTY tank top that went just above her belly button, topping it off with a pair of stiletto heels.

After she was done in the bathroom, she got her bag, took out her hairbrush, and brushed her hair out. She didn't feel to fancy right at the moment, so she just put it up in a sloppy princess style, with a couple strands of her bangs in front of her face. She quickly went back in the bathroom, and quickly brushed her teeth. After that, she came back out and she felt like leaving the room for a while.

"Well…I guess going out for a little while won't hurt…as long as I'm back before he wakes up. She got the second card key that was on the dresser and walked over to the door. As she opened up the door she looked back at Christian, took a deep breath not wanting to think about what would happen if she was gone, getting shaken out ofher thoughts she left… the one thing she forgot to do though was put on the make-up to hide the bruise.

While walking through the hall, she ran into Ric Flair. Ric has always felt like a father to her, she could talk to him about anything. She did talk to him about anything…except for the most important thing about her and Christian, and the abuse that he gives her.

"Hey sweetie, how are you?" Ric walked over and greeted her with a warm hug.

"Hey Ric!" she said happily and returned the hug.

"So, how's my favorite diva doin?"

"Uh…I'm fine. Thanks. "She answered with dis-honesty not wanting to worry Ric.

"Good…that's good." He said trying to act pleasant. He knew there was something wrong. He could tell, he was willing to get some answers from her.

"sp how are you and Christian doing?" He asked hoping he'd get some answers out of that.

When he said Christian, her eyes bugged out of her head forgetting all about leaving Christian without him knowing. She then turned and faced Ric.

"Perfect…everything is perfect." She lied.

"Perfect huh?

"Yea."

"Really?"

"Yes, why?" she asked getting aggravated that he wouldn't let the subject go.

"Well, because I'm just looking for an explanation as to why you have a bruise on your cheek?"

A/N: Well I hope you like that chapter. I'm updating real soon. I'll probably have two more chapters up by today! REMAMBERTO REVIEW PLEASE!

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