A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, guys! Sorry I haven't updated this fic in so long but I got really involved in Incomplete and I am planning a surprise party for my best friend Cassie. It's really stressful doing that, too! But anywa, thanks for the reviews and I love you guys so much! lol. I hope Randy's hair grows back soon because he just doesn't look the same... you know? But oh well, he's still a hottie as always! lol.
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The next morning Trish awoke to an empty bed. This time it wasn't a dream. She laid there for a second and wondered where Randy could have gone. She couldn't hear the shower running and she couldn't smeel or hear him cooking. Trish frantically got out of bed and searched for him. Randy wasn't in the room. She walked back over to the bed and jumped in it. Trish contemplated where he may have went and why he would leave without a note or some sort of goodbye.
"Trish, are you awake?" A soft voice called as the door opened. Trish leapt out of bed and ran towards the door. She flung herself onto him and kissed him softly.
"I never expected that kind of greeting but hey." Randy replied as he pushed back some hair from her eyes. Trish grinned and led him into the room.
"I was worried you left me for good. You know, by myself forever..." Trish replied. Randy shook his head and sighed.
"Why would I leave you?"
Trish shrugged and walked towards the bed. She laid down in her warm spot and looked over at him. She owndered where he had been. Randy saw the curiousity in her brown eyes and knew he didn't have the heart to tell her. Although he loved her with all of his heart, he knew they'd never work out. They were too different for each other.
"Where were you just now?" She asked, her eyes closing. Randy sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.
"I should tell you the truth, shouldn't I?" Randy said guiltily.
"Randy, what's wrong?" Trish asked, oblivious to what was coming. Randy stood up and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets.
"Well... I um... I kind of... went to have breakfast with...um... someone." Randy didn't have the heart to say who.
"Do I know them?" Trish asked happily, not concerned at all. Randy nodded slowly.
"Yeah, you do know them. Their a wrestler on Smackdown." Randy said queitly.
"John was here! Why didn't you wake me up so I could have seen him! I haven't seen him in so long!" Trish exclaimed, throwing a pillow at Randy. Randy narrowed his eyes at her.
"Why would I want to see that piece of shit?" Randy snapped angrily, suddenly having an outburst.
"You don't have to snap, Gheesh!" Trish yelled. Randy calmed down and sighed again.
"I'm sorry, Trish. I'm not in the mood to talk."
"Well who'd you see?" Trish asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Randy shrugged it off and shook his head.
"No one, okay?" He snapped again. Trish was on the verge of tears. What's wrong with him? She asked herself sadly. Trish scooted back on the bed so she was as far away from him as possible and sighed.
"Just tell me, Randy." Trish pleaded. Randy growled quietly and faced her.
"I was with Dawn Marie! Okay! Damn you're a nosy bitch!" Randy yelled. Trish felt her heart break into two.
"What?" She asked, her voice barely audible.
"You damn well heard me! I was with Dawn Marie! We're a couple now, Trish! That means no more of me and you. I'm sorry... we're never going to work it out..." Randy said annoyed. Trish felt hot tears ting her eyes and before she knew it she was crying.
"Randy...why?" She asked softly. Randy shrugged.
"I see you as a friend. Not as a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with..." Randy replied before grabbing his suitcase.
"I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, Trish." He said as he turned to look at her shuddering form. Trish glared at him and threw a pillow as hard as she could at his head.
"Get the hell out and leave me the fuck alone you son of a bitch!" Trish screamed. Randy swallowed hard, not knowing if he should walk out on the person he truly loved.
Trish laid in her bed, crying her eyes out. Tears had already soaked her white t-shirt and the fluffy pillow beneath her head. Strnds of blonde hair stuck to her wet face. Trish was broken. The day before they shared a passionate day and now he's with Dawn Marie. Trish felt another batch of hot tears coming on when her phone rang. She let it go, too upset to pick it up. She wondered who would want to call her. She was alone now. No Adam, no Randy, no nobody. She took in a deep breath but only induced the tears that flowed from her puffy brown eyes.
Randy sat in his car, his thoughts running wikld. Did he really do it? Did he actually hurt Trish enough to keep her away from him? Hedidn't know but she sure seemed upset. He felt really bad. Too bad to even start the car and drive to Dawn's house. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest.
"What have I done?" He asked himself quietly. Before pulling out of the parking lot he looked up and found Trish's balcony. She was now sititng outside, wrapped in her robe, staring out over the city towards the mountains. He swallowed down tears and drove off, not looking behind.
Trish sighed and breathed in the cool morning air. Below, she watched Randy's car drive off and tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. She was even more alone. She curled up into a ball of the glider and looked out over the mountains that loomed over the city. She watched as boirds flew freely in the sky and a cat down in the street hunting for food. If only she were to be free. Trish felt as though her whole world had collapsed. She really had no real reason to live. Unless she found a way to make things better for herself, there was no relying on others. She leaned over the balcony now, peering down three floors.
Three floors below, Chris Irvine and Amy Dumas peered down around the city. Then they heard sniffling and saw their once good friend Trish Stratus three floors up, crying. Amy felt a pang of guilt for her friend and walked inside. Chris followed soon after. They had to do something right for once in their lives. Even if it did mean to befriend the enemy.
A/N: I hate myself for writing this chapter! But it had to be done... I'm so sorry!Please don't hurt me! It's short but I love the song in it. My favorite like EVER! lol. But anyway, please read and review!
Preview:
"Trish? Can we come in?"
"Oh my God...is that you?" Trish asked in amazement.
"Yeah, I think we need to talk. All of us..."
