"Is there anything to eat?" Trinity asked searching through the cupboards.
"No, I haven't been home for about 2 weeks, so even if there is something in the fridge, it's probably stale. I'll order us some pizza."
"Wow, you really need a woman's touch to this house," joked Trinity and sat down worn out from the day's events. Paul was surprised she did not know about Stephanie McMahon but decided not to tell her. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her.
"You seem happier now, which is good," said Paul and then smiled at her. However, she didn't look happy just then.
"Paul, there's something you should know. For about 2 years I've been having these mood swings. My mum thought it was adolescence but then they got too extreme. I'd be really depressed then really happy. I'd feel physically sick then suddenly feel really horny-"
"Too much information!" Paul interrupted, feeling uncomfortable.
"Sorry. Anyways we went to a doctor and he said I was verging on developing a mental illness. Mine can be cured, but I will still have extreme mood swings." Paul stared at her in disbelief. This was definitely going to be a challenge.
"Ok, is there anything else you need to tell me?"
"No, I'm perfectly normal apart from that. So where's that pizza got to?"
"Hold on!" shouted Paul, pulling Trinity back. "Where did you get that scar on your arm from?"
"Oh. When I found out I was going crazy, I felt useless. So I started to slash my arms. I didn't want to kill myself but I just wanted to hurt myself. I'm fine now!" she added, fearing Paul would not want custody of her anymore.
"I know Trinity, I know. Now, let me show you up to your room." He picked up all of her bags and carried them to a room. Trinity was dumbfounded by the sight she saw in front of her. The room had deep blue wallpaper and had little dolphins scattered all over it. The cupboards were painted a lighter shade and there was a table in the middle, with a lamp and plenty of dolphin ornaments on it.
"The only thing that I managed to get out of Joanie before you leave was that you like dolphins, so I just went crazy. We can change if you want to."
"No, it's lovely. Thank you Paul," she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm hug. "It just needs some finishing touches." She pulled away from him and ran to get her bags. Out of it, she got a bible and a small photo frame with a picture of a boy inside it. "It's my bible. I always need it to keep my strong and religious."
"Fascinating," mumbled Paul, who didn't follow religion at all, "So what about the boy?"
"This is Ricky. We've been together for 1 year. When I found out I had to go to court, I had a feeling you would win, so we went our separate ways." She frowned, not taking her eyes off the picture. Paul noticed the tension and decided to move on.
"You'd better get some rest. We leave at 8am in the morning," Trinity looked up at Paul with confusion in her face. "I'm not going to leave you on your own, so you can come on the road with me."
"But I haven't watched wrestling in years! What if I don't recognise anybody?" She asked, her breathing rapidly increasing.
"Don't worry. I've asked Dave Bautista to look after you if I'm not there. He may seem big but he won't hurt a fly. He even has daughters of his own, so he knows what he's doing. I'll introduce you around to a couple of the guys, but like it or not, you're coming with me." Paul shut the door and went to bed. Trinity laid there thinking about the day ahead. All those large men around her would surely make her have a panic attack. She was only 5'2. She didn't even know who Dave Bautista was. For Paul Levesque, a person who was huge, to call another person big had to be trouble. She said a silent prayer then closed her eyes and went to sleep. Tomorrow she would need to be fully alert.