A/N: Hello to everyone! I have decided that since I am getting so caught up in this fic, all of the others are on hiatus until I can finish this one. Even though I don't want it to be over, it hasto end. Unless... no I'm just playing! lol. I'd hate to see it end because I'm in love with this fic but I have other ones to do. So, here's another update and thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate everything you guys have done to encourage me to write!

Jhanelle: I didn't get the e-mail! I've looked through the deleted stuff and it's not there... when did you send it?


The group went home to change after deciding in the car that they wanted to go to a club. Trish changed into a black off the shoulder long sleeved shirt that showed her curves, some faded denim jeans that fit snuggly around her waist and some boots. She walked down the stairs after doing her make up and hair. Amy, who was wearing some baggy black pants with red hemming and a red shirt with fishnets, sat on the couch with Chris who had on a maroon colored button up silk shirt with black pants. Randy was wearing what he usually did when he went out. He wore a white button up shirt which he left the top two buttons undone and black slacks. He stood up when Trish entered and smiled at her.

"You look lovely." He muttered as he pulled her in for a hug. Amy and Chris smiled at them. They stood up and walked silently out of the room, wanting to give them some alone time.

"Thanks. We're going to have a good time tonight; I can already feel it." Trish responded before kissing him gently. Randy kissed her back and pulled away.

He placed his arm around her waist and walked her outside where Chris and Amy were waiting patiently in the backseat of Trish's new black BMW 6 Series Convertible. Randy got into the drivers seat and turned on the car. Trish buckled up and smiled at him. Randy returned the smile and they drove off towards Club Infinity. Little did they know that just around the corner Stacy Keibler was in the passanger seat with Dawn Marie in the drivers' seat. She had left them for a while to pick Dawn up at the airport. They followed them to the club where they parked far down the street. Dawn talked to someone quickly on her cell phone before nodding to Stacy.

"It's on..." She said with a devious smirk.

Inside Trish and Amy hurried onto the dance floor. Randy and Chris got them a table and ordered three drinks since Trish wasn't going to drink anything. Trish ground up against Amy as they dance to a rap song blasting from the speakers. Then the song was over. They headed over to the table where Randy and Chris were still yelling although the music was off.

"YEAH! SHE IS REALLY GOOD! YOU MUST KNOW FROM EXPE---" Randy stopped his sentence and smiled at Trish who gave him a curious look. She watched as Amy straddled Chris' lap and began to kiss him. Trish decided to give them some privacy.

"Com'n baby, let's dance." Trish said seductively. Randy obliged quickly. They got onto the dance floor and Trish ground up on Randy before he spun her around and she noticed it wasn't Randy at all.

"H..Help me." She yelled. But no one seemed to hear her. It was like she was in a bubble. No one was paying attention to her. She was pulled out of the club and pushed into the wall, her head hitting it hard.

"Listen, you little bitch. You will not tell anyone about this. You won't scream, cry, or speak. Got it?" The man yelled angrily. Trish could smell the alcohol on his breath even though he was at least two feet in front of her. Trish tried to nod her head but it hurt too much.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled. Trish felt tears comign to her eyes and nodded though it felt like her head was splitting in half. The man smirked with satisfaction and picked up the fallen Trish, carrying her into the darkened alley. He threw her into the wall, causing her to groan in pain. The groaning got her in even more trouble. The man began to punch at her, his fists making her nose bleed. She was barely conscious when she asked him a question.

"Why... Jay?" She asked in a barely audible whisper. Jay just slapped her even harder across the face.

"Shut up. You're not allowed to speak, remember?" Jay snarled. He straddled Trish's lap and gave his pelvis a thrust, groaning quietly. Trish felt his ahnd on her mouth and wanted to bite him, to hurt him as much as she could. But she was trapped under his heavy body weight, wishing this could be a nightmare.

Inside of the club Randy, Chris, and Amy were searching frantically for Trish. She was nowhere. Amy decided she'd better look outside to see if Trish had went out to get some fresh air. The club did have the stench of alcohol in it. Outside, Amy thought she heard grunts and groans. She walked cautiously towards the alley and narrowed her eyes to see into the darkness. She saw the sihlouette of a man hovering his lower body over a woman. Amy knew it was Trish. She could make out her blonde hair. Amy watched in horror as the man lowered his member into her mouth. Trish gagged and threw up a little bit. Jay laughed quietly and thrust inside of her mouth. That's when Amy hurtled herself at Jay, knocking him into the dumster. He fell with a sickening thud to the ground. Amy ran towards Trish who was vomiting slightly. Amy rubbed her friends back when she saw Jay get up.

"Jay, you son of a bitch! You fucking bastard!" Amy screamed, throwing herself at him. Jay quickly countered her attack and threw his whole body into her. Amy fell to the ground, doing a backwards roll. He smirked with satisfaction and looked from Amy to Trish; the perfect revenge.

"Woah, Jay. We give you fifteen minutes and you do this? And who the hell is that?" Tyosn Tomko asked from the entrance ot the alley. Jay smirked.

"It's Miss Amy Dumas. Yeah, they'll get what they deserve." Then Jay spotted someone behind Tyson. His fiance, Gail.

"Come here, sweetheart. I want you to do some of the work. Besides, these are the two who have hurt you most." Jay said, reaching out to her. Gail stepped forward and planted a huge, disgusting looking kiss on Jay. Tyson walked past the two and kicked Amy with his foot. Trish lay perfectly still though aware of what was happening. She only did small breathing so it looked like she wasn't breathing at all. She heard someone approach and managed to pered through a very small slit in her eye. Tyson was standing over her, his back towards Jay and Gail who were harassing Amy. He saw her eyes open and she opened them more to see a saddened expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed. Trish nodded slightly before closing her eyes once seeing Jay looking over at her.

"Go ahead, Tyson. Kick her ass." Jay instruscted. Tyson shook his head.

"I'm supposed to be looking out. Besides, I think you should. I mean, she was the bitch who berated you, right?" Tyson said as he walked away slowly. He saw Stacy and Dawn Marie slinking up the sidewalk, making sure no one saw them. He rolled his eyes and motioned for them to get over there.

"Get over here, you damn whores." He hissed. They ran the rest of the way and entered the alley. Stacy walked quickly over to Trish and stepped on her throat with her high heeled shoe.

"You slut. You took my man away from me. Rot in hell!" Stacy hissed menacingly. Trish's eyes shot open and she grasped Stacy's ankle. She swung her towards the wall but Stacy regained her balance and stepped on her neck harder. Trish wasnow turning a deep red as she gasped for air.

"Die, bitch!" Dawn Marie yelled. Then she was knocked to the ground by an unidentified woman with a hood covering her face. She pushed Stacy as hard as she could into the wall. Jay came at the woman and tried to clothesline her but she was too fast. Instead, she slung him over her shoulder and did a move heels were now familiar with. Jay groaned and rolled around on the round.

Tyson stared at the woman before walking away quickly. Trish was gasping for air when the woman walked up. Trish's eyes cast upwards as she searched for the woman's face.

"Who are you?" She asked before the woman was attacked from behind by Gail. Trish screeched and rolled over towards Amy. Amy didn't stir when Trish prodded her. She felt apulse in her wrist, though. Then she turned to see the woamn's hood come off. She was surprised since they never were good friends. More like enemies.

Trish felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouths as Gail ran off, sputtering blood out of her mouth. Trish leaned back against the wall and let her head fall aginst it softly. The woman walked over and squatted next to Trish.

"Are you okay?" She asked. Trish nodded.

"Yeah, thanks Lisa." Trish murmured before her eyes began to droop. Lisa Marie looked towards Amy, one of her best friends,and crawled towards her.

"Amy... please wake up." Lisa Marie pleaded. Then footsteps were heard and Randy and Chris came running in along with Lisa's husband, Chris Benoit. Randy ran towards Trish, kneeling next to her.

"Trish, what happened?" He asked in horror at the throw up on her shirt. Trish couldn't explain it all now. She was exhausted, felt dirty, and could barely open her mouth without gagging. Trish just buried her head dep into Randy's chest and cried. She cried as hard as she did the day of Adam's funeral. Chris ran over to Amy and picked her up. Tears fell from his eyes as he carried her over to them.

"Weneed to take her to the hospital." He said softly, his voice breaking. They nodded and Randy helped Trish stand by putting an arm around her. Lisa Marie and Chris Benoit walked behind them before syaing their good byes. They wished luck and siad they'd pray for Amy. Chris nodded and began to walk swiftly towards the car.

Once inside of the car Chris drove at top speeds towards the hospital. Thanklfully, no police officers were around. They walked inside and Trish had to go in the back with Amy. She also needed to be checked out for injuries after her assualt. Chris paced back and forth in the waiting room, his bretahing erratic.

"What if she's not okay? What if she dies? What if something went wrong? What if she gets a concussion? What if..." By that point Randy ahd blocked him out. He was tired of listening to his ranting. He focused mainly on his worries about Trish. She didn't look too good when she was walking back there. He should have helped her but the doctors wouldn't let him. They need to watch her cloesly to see if anything had affected her legs.

"Randy, are you listening to me?" Chris asked, snapping Randy out of his thoughts. Randy shook his head.

"Sorry, man. I'm worried about Trish as well." He said as he clasped his hands in his lap. Just earlier that morning he had been in the same place, probably in the same spot. He knew Chris had been. Now both of their girlfriend's were back in rooms, getting examined by doctors.

"Who do you think did it?" Chris asked suddenly as he finally sat down next to Randy. Randy just shrugged, not having a clue.

"It must have been someone she knew because she wouldn't give his name to the doctors. Maybe she's scared because he threatened her or something. I'm not sure. All I know is that I hope she'll be okay. I wonder when they'll let us go see them, if at all." Randy pondered this for a moment before their doctor came out. Chris' worried expression came to his face again as he leapt out of the chair and ran over to the doctor; coming to a halt in front of her.

"Is she... are they okay?" He asked. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look.

"Well... please sit down, Mr. Irvine, Mr. Orton." The doctor instructed. They hastily sat down, eager and nervous to hear the news. The doctor sighed and opened up a folder.

"Amy and Trish are fine. They have quite a few bumps, bruises, and cuts. Other than Trish's gag reflexes not being the same yet after her assualt, they are ready to be released." The doctor excused herself after being paged by another doctor.

"Here they come..." Randy pointed towards the door where Trish and Amy hobbled through. Tears rolled down their faces ater actually going through what happened in their heads.

"Amy..." Chris said quietly as he hugged her tenderly. Amy burst into tears as she clung to him, her knees becomign weak. Chris held her up with little strength and picked her up slowly.

"I'm not going to elt you get out of bed for a long time." He murmured as he carried her out of the waiting area. Randy watched as Trish hobbled over to him. He had been sitting in the far corner when they came out. Chris had ran half way to Amy. Randy stayed where he was, afraid to touch Trish.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, clearing his throat. Trish swallowed hard, coughing quietly.

"Fine, I guess..." She said before coughing. Randy stepped closer to her and sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Trish. I never should have let you out of my sight. I went ot get a drink and then you were gone. I was so scared." Randy looked down at the floor. Trish reached up, though her arm hurting, and touched his face. He winced at her touch. Trish pulled away hr hand and sighed.

"Randy, it's not your fault. It's Jay's..." Trish then met Randy's eyes and he clenched his teeth together.

"Please, Randy. Don't say anything. If you do he might come after me again. Please." Trish pleaded, tears forming in her eyes again. Even thinking about him she felt like crying. He hurt her so bad. Emotionally and physically. Randy slowly brought her into his arms and wrapped his strong arms around her throbbing body. Trish put her sore arms around his waist and hugged him gently, giving his waist a squeeze.

"I love you, Randy." Trish muttered.

"I love you too." Randy replied. "Let's get you home." He said. Trish nodded slowly and walked with him outside. Randy helped Trisg egt into the backseat with him and let her lay her head in his lap.He stroked her hair softly and vowed to himself that he'd get revenge on Jay Reso and the people who helped with hurting Trish and Amy.


A/N: Yes, this chapter wasn't the best but it's TOTALLY long. lol. So anyway, here's your update. Please read and review.

Preview:

(four months after Amy and Trish's assault)

Trish walked across the dewy grass, returning to the spot she hated now. It wasn't somemuch as hate;it was more of guilt and sorrow than anything. Even after six months, half a year, she was still not herself. She'd never be herself again. He was gone and was never coming back.Trish's jeans scraped against the grass. She stuffed her hands inside of her pockets and walked towards the place she never thought she'd go back to. The place where her life went down a spiraling staricase of sorrow.