A/N: You guys are sooo great! You've been behind me one hundred percent and never stopped reviewing for one second! I love you guys and I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I ran out of ideas for this fic. So… here it is! Chapter thirteen of Not Always Rainbows and Butterflies.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING


Trish rolled over in bed, having a horrible dream. She was running in the forest, stumbling over every tree root coming up out of the ground. Behind her were footsteps; a lot of them. She fell again and cried out in pain as she felt her leg snap. Shadows fell over her body and all of their faces leered down at her. She screamed and felt a hand grip her shoulder. Trish sat straight up in bed, her eyes wide with terror. She looked around quickly and saw that Randy had his hand on her shoulder, a look of concern apparent on his face.

"Trish, sweetheart, its okay." Randy soothed, laying her back down in bed gently. Trish sighed and nodded slowly.

"I'm just so scared; baby… so scared of what he may do to me…" Trish replied quietly. Randy pulled her into his arms and rubbed up and down her back.

"What do you want to do today?" Randy asked her. It had been three days since she was released from the hospital. Trish was actually happy she could be at her home and relax though the experiences she had three days prior were horrific.

"I… I have to go do something. You can do whatever you like." She replied, her voice cracking. Randy knew exactly what she was doing but didn't say more. Trish felt bad for Randy now and then. He put up with her bitching, drama, and her PMS. Then the past three days he helped her around the house, picking her up when she felt exhausted. He needed the time alone for now, she concluded.

"I'm going to go fix us some breakfast." Randy said, getting out of bed. Trish nodded and lay there, staring up at the white ceiling of her bedroom.

Why is this happening to me? Since you left, Adam, all my life has been is depressing. All I've been feeling is depressed and upset and mad. Why'd you do this to me? I hate you Adam, I really do. Trish thought angrily as she slid out of bed. She didn't feel like taking a shower at the moment. She slipped into some jeans and a black baby doll tee shirt. She grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. Randy stood at the stove, flipping a pancake. She smiled slightly and walked over to him.

"I'll be back in a little while. Do what you want. Maybe later we'll do something special…" Trish said quietly, kissing his cheek before walking out of the kitchen. Randy waved good bye to her as she walked out the front door.

Inside of the car Trish sat for a minute in her driveway. Am I really going to do this? She thought before buckling her seatbelt and pulling out of the driveway. She sped down the street, waving to some of her neighbors. They must have heard of her accident because they had come and brought her many foods and gifts. She was surprised by all of the niceness but was happy at least someone cared other than Randy, Amy, and Chris. Trish got onto the interstate and turned on the music, a smile spreading across her face. The sun peeked up over the large evergreen trees as she drove east towards Orangeville, Ontario.

Trish walked across the dewy grass, returning to the spot she hated now. It wasn't so much 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 staircase of sorrow.

"Why did you do this to me, Adam?" She asked to the grave in front of her. The dirt was now covered with newly grown grass and flowers were placed there. She had remembered coming one other time to put some fresh flowers by his grave. She vaguely remembered seeing his mother coming up the road as she left.

"Adam, I've been hurt by you. You hurt me in the worst possible way ever. You killed yourself just to be away from her. I'm not going to act like I don't remember any longer. I can remember the day so clearly now. Now you've caused me too much pain. If I don't say it aloud, I'll never be okay. Let me tell you what I remember that happened on that day. It won't take long, I promise." Trish said slowly, sitting down on the grass before the headstone.

(FLASHBACK)

Trish laughed heartily as Adam cracked a joke. Adam had his arm around his girlfriend, Stacy Keibler. Trish sat on the other side of the diner both, smiling at the two. They were so cute together. Stacy smiled weakly at Trish, wondering why she was there. It was her and Adam's time, not to be spent with Trish.

"I'm going to use the ladies room. I'll be right back." Trish said with a squeeze to Adam's hand. Stacy glared at the back of Trish's blonde head as she walked away.

"Adam, why is she here?" Stacy whined. Adam twisted his head towards Stacy and raised an eyebrow.

"Because she's my friend. I offered to let you bring Torrie but you refused. So, she came along with us because she's fun to be around." Adam replied coolly. Stacy "humphed' and crossed her arms across her chest. Adam knew she was being a little brat and didn't want to be seen in public with her any longer.

"We're leaving. I'll wait until Trish gets out to tell her." Adam said coldly. Stacy smiled happily and Adam noticed this. "Well, why don't I just invite her with us?" He suggested. Stacy began to plead with him but Trish came out.

"Hey guys, where are you going?" She asked, looking from Adam to Stacy. Stacy was giving her a look that shot daggers out of her eyes while Adam was smiling pleasantly.

"We're going back to my hotel room to watch movies. Want to come?" Trish shook her head, scared of the look Stacy was giving her.

"No thanks, I have to get back to the hotel to do some…uh… stuff." She said before quickly thanking them and walking towards her car out in the parking lot. Stacy had a smug look on her face when Adam looked towards her.

"You just can never be satisfied with my friends, can you?" He asked angrily. Stacy shrugged and walked out of the diner. Adam followed after her and got inside of the car, not even bothering to open the door for her.

"Adam!" She yelled from outside of the car. He pushed open the door slightly and Stacy opened it all of the way, getting in. "That was very rude." She glared at him and buckled her seatbelt. Adam snickered and drove off. Trish watched from her rental car and smirked.

"If I can help it Stacy Keibler won't be around for much longer." Trish said with an evil laugh.

A WEEK LATER

Trish walked down the hall and to Adam's room. He had always given her an extra key or key card because he trusted her and they were best friends. She slid the key card into Adam's door and walked in, a smug look on her face. She was shocked what she saw though. Trish stood against the wall, her eyes wide in shock. Stacy lay on her bed, Randy Orton pounding in and out of her like an animal. Trish gaped at them but was about to smirk when Adam walked in, carrying some roses and a box of chocolates. Trish then remembered it was Valentine's Day. She tried to push Adam back out of the room but he just pushed past her. Once he saw what was happening on his bed, he ran out. Trish watched as Randy gathered his clothes and tried to walk out but Trish stopped him.

"You fucking man whore. Burn in hell…" She said with a very hard slap to his face. Stacy stood and wrapped a blanket around herself and walked up to Trish.

"You're such a bitch, you know that?"

"Well at least I'm not a slut like you." And with that she pounced on Stacy, ripping at her face and hair. She had hurt her best friend and for that she was going to pay the price. Trish felt Stacy's hair being ripped out in her fingers and smirked.

"You deserve this, skank!" Trish yelled. Adam pulled Trish off of Stacy and held her back. He looked down into Trish's hand and saw a ball of Stacy's hair in her fist.

"Adam! This isn't what it looks like. Please don't leave me, please." Stacy pleaded while holding her head and crying.

"Get out of my hotel room and out of my life, Stacy." Adam said in a low, dangerous voice. Stacy began to cry harder as she walked out slowly but fell from a kick to the ass from Trish. Adam released Trish once he shut his hotel room door and Trish dropped Stacy's hair onto the floor.

"Adam, I am so sorry, honey." Trish hugged Adam tightly, knowing he was upset. He loved that woman and she ripped his heart out right there on the spot by having animalistic sex with Randy Orton. They hugged for a while and Adam began to cry. He told Trish to leave for a while so he could get things straightened up. She obliged quickly and once outside of his door a smile appeared on her face. Her plan had worked perfectly.

(END FLASHBACK)

"Adam, I never meant to hurt you by all of this. I never meant for you to drink so much, to get killed. I knew you would try something because I remember the time you almost died while cutting yourself. I didn't want it to go this far. I just wanted Stacy out of your life forever. I didn't mean for you to die. I meant for her to leave and never speak to you again. I got Randy Orton to sleep with her and I drugged Stacy so she thought Randy was you. I just wanted you to be happy, Adam, and now I've paid the price. Please find some way to forgive me. Please… I don't want to go on like this anymore…" Trish began to cry as she touched his tombstone. She knew he'd never forgive her even if he wasn't dead.

"So that's what really happened?" A voice came from behind. Trish spun around to look at Stacy Keibler. She gave her a quizzical look and nodded.

"Yeah, and I never meant for him to die. You just weren't for him. I knew people who were for him." Trish replied, wiping the tears away.

"You know, that was low of you to do something like that but pretty smart. But you didn't have to drug me to sleep with Randy. I was already sleeping with him behind Adam's back since he wouldn't give me any." Stacy confessed with a smirk.

"Now that was slutty. Why are you here anyway?" Trish asked with much dislike. Stacy sighed.

"I came to see the father of my child that's growing inside of me. Can't you tell that I'm getting bigger and bigger by the second?" Stacy said, patting her stomach. Trish blinked away some tears and looked at her. That's why she had been gone so long.

"Well at least he was a good man, unlike you being a good woman. You slept around with Randy and then come and say its Adam's child. How the hell do you know?" Trish asked angrily.

"Before Adam died, at the club, we made up and went into the bathroom." Stacy said, a glazed look coming over her eyes.

(FLASHBACK)

Stacy walked towards the slightly drunken Adam and grabbed his hand.

"Baby, we need to talk." She whispered in his ear. Adam nodded, knowing this was wrong but he loved her so much. Too much to just let her go.

"Let's go somewhere private." He suggested, pulling her towards the restroom. Once inside Stacy locked the door and began to kiss him deeply.

Adam gave in and groaned as she began to unbutton his pants. He tore her belly shirt off and pulled up her skirt above her waist. Stacy managed to pull down both his pants and boxers before he began to tease her with his lips and tongue, trailing over the lacy material of her bra. Stacy moaned as he bit at her nipple through the bra and took the bra off before continued kissing down her slender stomach. He reached her thong and pulled it down slowly, his tongue plunging inside of her core after a moment of Stacy's pleading. Stacy moaned loudly and tilted her head back as he pulled out his tongue and stuck in two fingers. He then stopped automatically, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Adam then brought her down onto his hard member and began to thrust as hard as he could in and out of her.

"Adam… faster!" Stacy pleaded through panting breaths. She moaned loudly as he buried himself inside of her completely and Adam groaned as well.

Adam quicken his tempo as she commanded and grabbed a nipple inside of his mouth, causing Stacy to cry out in pleasure. Adam tortured her nipple with his tongue and teeth as he sped up the pace, his hands roaming up and down her ass and back. Stacy then felt herself nearing the edge and made herself bounce on him as she put her hands on his shoulders. Adam quickened the pace as well, knowing they were almost done. Then, Stacy screamed his name in pleasure before kissing him passionately. Adam finished soon after, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he growled her name. He gave one last, hard thrust before letting her rest on him a while. Stacy slid off of him and gave him a soft kiss.

"I love you, Adam." She whispered, pulling on her clothes. Adam smiled at her and wiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"I love you too, Stacy." He whispered as he pulled up in pants. Adam was the first to walk out, followed by Stacy.

(END FLASHBACK)

"You so did not have to tell me that." Trish said, the tears stopping. Stacy smirked and rubbed her stomach.

"Well, we were confessing and I thought I'd confess to Adam as well…" Stacy said before walking away. Trish watched and smirked.

"Adam, I know you've heard those two confessions and I hope you can accept my apology." Trish said before walking back to her car. She sat there for a minute, looking at his grave. She smiled slightly before driving off.


A/N: I had SOOOOO much trouble writing that smut scene. Oh my goodness! Too much Stacy Keibler! lol but I'll be okay! I had a lot of trouble writing it because it has her in it. lol. But hope you enjoy the confessions and the next chapter is going to be the end of this fic. I'm sorry but it has to end! Please forgive me! lol. Hope you enjoyed it and READ AND REVIEW!

Preview: Trish stood in front of the mirror, smiling at herself. Amy, her sisters, and her mother stood around her.

"Trish, that looks amazing on you. You should so get it." Her sister Melissa said. Trish smiled and spun herself around, looking at the dress she had on.

"I love it. But let me try on some more and find you and the rest of the girls some dresses."