A/N Ok -thanks for the reviews

here is chapter 9 this chapter is a little shorter

Yeah I dont own anyone.

Chapter 9

Trish hesitated to walk out to Dave. She didn't know how he would act. So she walked out of the bathroom, unsuspectingly.

"Yes Dave? Is anything wrong?"

"What is with these bottles I found under the sheets of your bed a few minutes ago? I thought you were getting better. Was it all just a lie to lure me to you? Is that all I am to you, a guy screw to make you feel better, is that it?"

"No Dave I would never do that to you, you know that. I promise you, those are from days ago, when I was down and didn't have anybody to go to." Trish looked into his eyes. Tears began to form as she waited for Dave to say something.

"Trish, I don't know how to believe you. I should have taken tonight as a hint. You had what- five, six drinks before we left. I thought you wanted to get better. Isn't that what you said you wanted to do? You told me you wanted to get better and all that shit. So will you please explain all of this to me? Not just this, but at the resturant and the whole fight with Victoria and Molly, because I honestly don't get it."

Trish relised Dave was more than just upset about this. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. She didn't know what to say. There was so many emotions inside of her right now. Anger at herself, saddness, frustration, pain. She couldn't take all of it. She just wanted to be held by Dave now, but she knew she had to explain everything to him.

"Dave, I- I am truely sorry about tonight at the resturant. I know you had this whole dinner planned and I had to ruin it for you. I just don't know what came over me when Victoria and Molly came into the resturant. They just make me feel bad inside and I don't like to feel that way. About those bottles, I sware on my mother's grave, those are from a few days ago. I didn't know where to put them so I just threw them on the bed. I promise. Dave, whether you want to believe it or not, I really am better. Now that you're here. I don't have to drink, you make me feel good about myself. Please believe me. I really need you to, you are the only thing keeping me from drinking now."

Trish looked at Dave. She was waiting for him to say something, anything really, she just wanted to let Dave know that she doesn't want to be that girl she was when she had no one to go to. She was a wreck back then, now that she thought about it.

"Dave please say something." Trish felt tears start to flow from her eyes. She had to show him she was really better with him around. She had to show him she really cared for him and she was better when he was around her. He made her feel like a real woman again.

"Trish, I want to believe you, but you are going to have to show me that you are really better. For now, I can't believe you, Trish, I can't. I mean, can you blame me? It has only been a few weeks since you were like this, and tonight, it just kind of all fell into place, don't you think?"

Trish couldn't believe what she was hearing. He didn't believe she was better. She started to cry when Dave said that. She got up and walked to Dave and wanted to hug him. She jsut wanted to have his strong arms aound her now, but he lightly pushed her away form him.

"If you are better, it will be easy for you to show me, but if you're not, you are going to have to work hard to prove to me that you want to get better. I am sorry, Trish, I have to go. When you get better, you know where I am at, just come over and we will talk. Bye Trish."

As Dave left, he felt very bad for what he had just done, but he wasn't going to let her get the best of him. Deep down, he knew she was better, but seeing those bottles, he just didn't want to believe it. He might have just made the biggest mistake of his life, letting Trish Stratus go. He felt as though someone had just taken a part of him.

Trish was devestated at what Dave just did to her. She really thought he would believe her. She loved him with all her heart and she had to go and mess it all up.

She was determined to show Dave she was better. That way, they could really start a relationship together. She wasn't going to let this break her spirts, or even worse, allow her to start up with the drinking again. Even though she was temped to, she didn't drink them. She took them to the sink and dumped everything down the drain and then threw away the bottles for good. Then she curled up on the bed and cried herself to sleep, just like she had done when Randy broke up with her.

I will try to put the next chapter up in a couple days. You know what to do. :D