Sorry for the VERY late update. I didn't have time to go on the computer. It won't happen again. Anyways on to Chapter 8!

"So…are you going to talk to me about it?" There had been an uncomfortable silence in the room, so Randy decided to try and start a conversation.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." Trinity was cut short by angry shouting from the corridor. She knew exactly who it was and felt intense fear swallow her. "Randy, please hold me." She ran into his arms and started sobbing silently. Paul Levesque burst into the room and found the two.

"Move it Orton, I have some personal matters to discuss with Trinity,"

"No! Stay, Randy! I hate you Paul and I want to go back home!"

"Well guess what Trinity? I want you to go back home as well!" Paul shouted, his face practically touching Trinity's. "You've been nothing but a little bitch ever since you've come here and I think it's about time you learnt some respect."

"Paul, that's enough," interrupted Randy. "She couldn't have attacked that girl for no reason, she's not like that. Maybe you would have found that out if you actually talked to her and not rant and rave instead."

"Who the hell do you think you are, telling how this little slut that I've lived with for 2 months is like? Watch how you talk to me, I could have your ass fired!"

"Paul, I don't want to cause any trouble. I just think you should listen to what she has to say."

"What ever comes out of that girl's mouth is not worth paying any attention to."

"I knew he'd be like this," she whispered to herself. Paul heard this and tried to relax.

"Okay, I can be reasonable." He sighed and bent down so his eyes were level with hers. "What happened?"

"You treat me like I'm little girl. I'm sixteen years old, Paul."

"Hurry up and get to the point." He rolled his eyes at her.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! Emily and I are the same age and yet you think she's so mature."

"That's because she acts her age…"

"Shut up! How could you do this? How could I be allowed to live with you? You cheated on Joanie with Stephanie and now you cheat on Stephanie with your best friend's daughter who is sixteen years old!" Paul's face turned bright red. He cursed to himself and paced around the room. He stopped and went over to where she was.

"Trinity, please…" Paul reached out and was just about to grab her hand when she fiercely slapped him around the face. His immediate reflexes made him slap her back. When he realised what he had done, he was speechless.

"Damn Paul, you didn't have to hit her back." Randy put her head on his chest and let her cry.

"It was instinct. I am so sorry."

"No, you aren't," spat Trinity, backing away from both men into a corner. "You hate me don't you? You have every reason to. Everyone hates me, you, Emily, Joanie and even my own parents. The whole world is against me!" She dropped down to her knees and started to scream cry. Her wails were getting louder and louder and she refused to stop. Paul and Randy tried their best to calm her down, but everything they said seemed to only provoke her more. Without warning, she stopped and fainted.

(Flashback)

"Okay, Trinity, Mummy and Daddy have gone on holiday. You're going to be living with Joanie now." The Childcare services talked to her like she was a baby, but Trinity already knew that this was coming. She knew exactly what was happening. Her parents didn't love her anymore, so they were going to force her onto another family. It happened to her best friend Harriet only a couple of months ago. Now it was happening to her. As soon as she saw the woman she was going to be spending the rest of her life with (or so she thought), she felt scared to death.

"Hey, pretty girl, what's your name?"

"Trinity." She kept her head down and avoided any eye contact.

"You're very she, aren't you?" The tall, dark-haired woman knelt down to be at Trinity's level.

"No, my mum taught me to never talk to strangers." The woman took her hand and tilted the young girl's head up.

"I'm not a stranger. I'm Joanie Laurer, and I'm going to be looking after you now. Don't be afraid of me, ok?" Trinity innocently nodded her head. "You're such a pretty girl. You must be very hungry."

"Yes, the food in here is disgusting!" Joanie let out a hearty laugh and held Trinity's hand.

"How about I take you to McDonalds?"

"That's for 5 year olds. I'm 8. Can I have some KFC please?"

"Of course you may!" They both smiled and skipped along, until Joanie halted. She heard two middle aged women discussing her. She discreetly stood there and listened.

"Look at that woman, she thinks she so special."

"Yeah, she adopts a little child and suddenly she's so goodly."

"Give it a year and you'll see that child's face again."

"These relationships never last long. It's just another celebrity trying to prove that they are decent people."

"Oh yes, she's that wrestler Tori, isn't she?"

"No, that's Chyna. My son has a poster of her on his wall. That woman is wearing next to nothing there. It's disgusting, if you ask me."

"Well, no-one did ask you did they?" Joanie stepped between the older women and had a look of pure hatred on her face. Trinity watched on with horror. "it seems as though you two old hags are the ones who think you are so special." You have no right to judge me. I'm here doing a good deed and I don't expect to have this unfair criticism."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The more cynical of the older women sneered. "You are just here to do a good deed. It has nothing to do with that poor child you are adopting. I'm very surprised you came here though. How come you didn't go to the nearest homeless shelter? I hear that they just brought in a set of malnourished quadruplets; the media would just eat that up. By the way, when is the paparazzi and the news crew set to arrive here?" Joanie just took a deep breath and desperately tried to refrain from lasing out.

"Talk to me again and I will personally come to your house and strangle you, is that clear?" Her voice was raised and she had a firm grip on the woman's cardigan. Overcome with fear, she could not reply. "Good, that's what I thought. Trinity lets go!" She took the child's hand and hurried her to the car. When they reached KFC, Trinity was silent as was playing with her food. "What's wrong? I thought you liked KFC."

"No I do. Why did you threaten those women? Is that how you'll threaten me? I want my mummy and daddy! I want to go home!" Trinity started to scream cry, stopped and then suddenly passed out.

(Flashback Over)

"Trinity!" She heard a male voice scream. "You're awake!"