Trish Stratus paced the length of the small bathroom of the McMahon household adjoining the two guest bedrooms. Vince McMahon was due back any minute and Trish had to know the truth.

"Come on!" She pleaded, a beep finally sounded from the counter, her relief. She ran to the sink and picked up the tube-like tester in her shaking hands. Trish gasped at the results and dropped the small object back into the sink, moving back from the counter at a slow pace.

"No, this can't be happening!" She cried sitting down on the tub and bracing her hands against her thighs, trying to calm herself. Had she done something to deserve this? Yes, she thought, she should have signed with WCW when they first offered her a contact instead of holding out of WWF.

"I can't be a Mother! What am I going to do?" The thought of Vince's angry face crossed her mind and he shuttered with fear.

"How am I going to tell Vince?" She asked herself, small tears beginningto roll down her already red cheeks. "Hey, we're having a baby?" She tested. "No!" She said sitting down again with a heavy sigh into her hands.

"He's going to kill me..."She cried. This thought had never crossed her mind when she agreed to an affair with Vince McMahon. She was on birth control for god sakes...How did this happen? The people at the birth control factory should be shot! What was she going to do, she was suppose to turn on him this Sunday at Wrestlemania, she'd had it all worked out with Shane McMahon and Linda McMahon. This was definitely not in the plan. He was never going to let her go with his child, what if he sued her for custody, she didn't have the power to fight his team of million dollar lawyers.

"He's going to kill me and then take my baby..."She cried, pulling her knees against her chest as she slid to the floor.

She heard the door downstairs open and close and she quickly threw the test and everything else in the wastepaper basket, she'd take care of it later, at least it was out of sight. Rushing down the stairs, she ran right into Stephanie McMahon head first. The collision caused both women to take a step back and observe the person standing in their way.

"Damn, watch where you're going...slut..."Stephanie yelled, flipping her hair in a snobby sort of way before surveying the room. What Trish wouldn't do to get a piece of that little brat's hair and rip it out at the extensions.

"What do you want, Stephanie?" She said slightly annoyed by the intrusion.

"Where's my Father?" She held her nose up in the air an inch farther and glanced up the stairs in search of him.

"I don't know, do I look like his keeper?" Trish moved to block her path from the stairs as Stephanie looked her up and down. She laughed, her head falling back in the sunlight light coming in the front window.

"No, he's yours..."Stephanie laughed again. "When will you realize you're just his toy? He can replace you just like that." Stephanie said snapping her fingers in Trish's face. She swatted her hand out of the way and smiled.

"You know..." Just then the front down opened and Vince McMahon walked in, his usual strut continuing into the hall. Trish felt a rush of worry come over her as he closed the door behind him and stood observing the two women occupying his hall.

"Ah, My two favorite women.." He said putting down his briefcase and hugging Stephanie to him.

"Trish..."He said kissing Trish full on the lips, she tried to break away but it didn't work. His lips were wet and rough with age, she couldn't stand it for more than a minute at a time and his time was almost up. He broke the kiss and looked back at Stephanie, who looked equally repulsed.

"What can I do for you, Stephanie?" He said pouring himself a bourbon from his office bar, just inside the living room. Trish decided to take this opportunity to sneak away into the kitchen. The cook hadn't made dinner yet, so she looked in the refrigerator to see what they had.

"Not Much..."Trish said as Vince came up behind her,

"What are you doing?" Vince asked kissing her neck. She became a little shocked.

"I'm looking to see what we could have for dinner..."Trish said trying to move him, he was relentless and wouldn't stop, groping her firm bottom with his rough hand. She finally gave in and he took her to the floor right there in the kitchen.

3 hours later

Trish laid in the king size bed staring at the ceiling, fear illuminated in her soft brown orbs. Vince laid on his stomach away from her, breathing heavily with sleep. She felt a little sick, not from her pregnancy but from what she had to deal with, what she had just done again. She couldn't wait for Sunday. She reminded herself, slowly standing from the bed and putting on a bathrobe. She walking to the bathroom silently, feeling a few tears brimming on her eyes lids. She walked in and locked the door behind her, so Vince wouldn't follow her in. She stepped into the hot water and began to silently cry, no one would help her, she was a witch. She had ruined any friendships she had ever had. Even her former allies wouldn't help her against her latest adversary. She couldn't even entertain the thought of abortion, it just wasn't in her. She needed a plan and fast, she thought as the handle to the bathroom jingled. Couldn't he just leave her alone, she thought as the jingling finally stopped. He would never let her go, especially considering that she was now carrying his child. Trish turned the water off wiping at her face with a towel to clear up the tears on her reddened face. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wiping the mist from it's clear surface and sighed. She looked like crap, she thought, her make-up was now all runny and she skin pale from tiredness. She didn't need this right now. Her purse was on the floor next the sink, she'd left it there earlier when she'd rushed to take the home pregnancy test. Bending over slowly, she picked up her cell phone and stared at the number on the screen. She'd missed a call from Shane McMahon. She laughed slightly at the irony of this whole situation and then began to cry to herself.

Quickly erasing the number and picking it up to listen to his message, she slid down the door to rest at it's base.

"Hey ya, Trish. Just wanted to check in and see how things were going, I went to see my Mom today and started the fake meds so she should be lucent by Saturday when you pick her up from the home. Look, I know this is running you down, it's running all of us down, you know, fighting like this but since I have WCW now, things are going to change. Just 4 more days! Give me a call if you need anything, Okay? Talk to you later." His message ended. Oh, he didn't know what he was getting into saying that, she laughed slightly, closing the phone against her chest. She could use a lot right now. Maybe a gun or just a stiff drink. She dressed quickly and peeked out the door into the bedroom. No one was there, she figured when Vince couldn't get in that he went to do something else. She closed the door again and picked up her phone from it's spot on the floor. It rang 3 times before his voice came on the line.

"Ello?.."

"It's me..."She said softly incase Vince came back.

"Everything alright?" He asked, sounding slightly nervous.

"We have to talk..."

"Important?"

"Very.."

"Tonight or tomorrow?"

"Tonight if possible..."

"Alright meet me at that bar in town next to the pier... 7:30?"

"Okay..."She said hanging up. She glanced at her watch, 6:45. She'd sneak out the back door if she could.

Trish stood in the cold Connecticut air in front of a bar named "Ralph's on the pier" it was near the oceanfront, searching the men that entered the bar for him.

"Where is he?" She asked as she hide behind sunglasses and a baseball cap.

"Where's who?" Shane asked coming up behind her.

"Oh, gosh you scared me..." She said turning to him as she ushered her in the door. They got a table in the back and sat, Trish removing her sunglasses.

"So, what's the urgency?" He asked taking off his suit jacket in the heat.

"God, don't they have air conditioners in this place?" He asked wiping his forehead. Trish laughed lightly at the interruption. At least it delayed what she had to tell him.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked going off topic.

"No, No, I can't." She said as he ordered a drink and looked back at her as the waiter left.

"So..." He said ushering her to say whatever she had to say. She sighed

"Well, there's no real easy way to say this...Shane I can't go through with this.…" She said with a force smile. She needed to just disappear and forget about this whole family. Shane almost choked on his water...

"You what?" He asked coughing. Trish bit her lip.

"Look Shane some unexpected things came up and I just can't, I need to get away...I can't explain." She said. Shane looked away and shook his head.

"Okay..." He said acting a little confused, "I mean I thought you were all for getting back at Vince..." He said with a slight growl.

"I did...I mean...I don't know...Look, I'm sorry." She said begging him for forgiveness. "Look, this isn't your problem it's mine. I'll pick up your Mother from the hospital and meet you on Sunday. I don't want anything to do with your Father or your family anymore." She said preparing to get up.

"Trish..." He started but she was already up from the table and halfway out the door.

20 minutes Later

Trish arrived back at the mansion and parked her blue eclipse in the last garage before turning off the ignition and sitting there for a minute. She began to cry, she didn't know what to do. Everything was happening to fast, she just wanted it all to go away. Just then there was a knock on her window and Vince stood in the garage looking down at her. She tried to smile and wiped her eyes so he couldn't see the tears before opening the door and stepping out of the car. The garage was quiet as her heels clicked on the floor for her to stand from the car. Vince looked down at her a look of anger on his face. Trish looked down to the cold cement as Vince began to speak.

"Where were you?" He asked as if she was his daughter instead of his lover.

"I was..."

"Do you realize I took you back out of the kindness of my heart..." He started

"I know.." She said trying to explain.

"It doesn't matter to you, does it?"

"Vince...of course.."

"I know where you were..." he started, Trish froze. "You were with that ungrateful son of mine, weren't you?" He asked getting a little louder.

"No, Vince why would you think that?" She asked as he backed her up against her car. The garage door was open so Trish could try to make a run for it but in the heels she was wearing it wasn't possible. Vince leered down at her as she was pushed up against the car with the weight of his body.

"Vince, I... I wouldn't..." She started

"Shut up, just shut up. You came crawling back to me, remember?" He asked Trish shook her head frantically in agreement.

"I wouldn't ever disrespect you..." She said until Vince stared down at her with big angry eyes...

"Please, Vince, Please..."She begged. Just then headlights came on in the driveway. Vince was blinded giving Trish a chance to run for the door. She was almost there when Vince caught her by the ankle and threw her hard to the ground. Trish looked up as the driver of the new car jumped out of the driver's seat.

Shane McMahon ran towards Vince as the two met in a fist fight. Trish was a little shaken but crawled to Shane's black ford explorer and got in, locking her door with a click. Shane pushed his father into the back of Trish's car and ran back to the explorer getting in fast.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he put the car in reverse. Vince was just getting up.

"I think so..."Trish said before her head became light and everything went black.