Whooooooohoooooooo! Okay, first of all guys, I am sooooooooo sooooooooo sooooooo sorry that this update has taken so long! My computer completely crashed (again!) So all of my story was deleted. Then i had to ask every one of my friends that i talk to online to see if i sent them it and they still had it. Lucky, i just found one that did! So she sent it to me and i changed the font and fixed it all up for you guys! you have NO idea how badly ive been wanting to update this lol. This is my favorite part so far. Im not sure when Part 8 will be up, but hopefully soon!
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(( Part 7 ))
(2001. Wisconsin--Weidner Center) She was sitting promptly on the bed, brushing her long auburn hair as it cascaded beautifully over her shoulder. Humming a soft song, she waited patiently for him to come back. That is, if he ever found her. She was sitting backstage upon a stack of the heavy boxes the WWE used to carry the electrical equipment back and forth from state to state.
The woman sat peacefully, letting her mind wander off as it usually did. Soon, the very thought of him was forgotten.
Forgotten until she felt his cold hands run through her hair, and his warm lips upon her shoulder.
He chuckled to himself, feeling her jump. "Mm…I love you're hair."
She smiled, letting her eyes flutter shut and leaning her head back, allowing him to take full advantage of her skin.. her hair. "Why do you always say that?"
""Cause it's true.."
The diva giggled, sighing contently. "Tell me why you like it so much.."
He continued to run his hands through her hair, letting his lips plant kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, "It's my favorite color.."
"What's you're favorite color?"
He tightened his grip on her hair, but not so much she would notice. Then he turned to her, a strange glint in his eye she didn't seem to realize, "Red…I just love the color red.."
(Present Day) Trish sat on the edge of her hotel room bed, holding a sobbing and shaking Amy in her arms. "It's okay, sweetie.." She coaxed gently, "You're okay.."
After Trish and Jeff had seen Amy's tortured car, they immediately ran inside and called the police. The blonde had hoped that Amy wouldn't see her car, and the rose in front of it, but in the middle of all the ruckus that seemed to be coming from the front of the hotel, Amy and Adam had ventured out.
According to Adam, the second Amy saw her car and the rose she fell to pieces, practically fainting in the middle of the sidewalk to the point where he had to hold her up to keep her from falling.
A short while later, the police arrived and were currently investigating. After a very hard and long session of getting questioned with the officers, Trish had taken the little blonde into her hotel room. Adam and Jeff came along, but left again to talk to the police when time had passed.
"Why would someone do this too me, Trish?"
The little child-like voice shot Trish out of her reverie. "Don't worry, Ames. I don't think it's you. It's just.. some people aren't right. Ya know? Something happened to them along the line of their life and it just messed them up in the head."
The redhead seemed to ignore her comment, "I'm not a bad person, am I?"
"No, Amy. Not at all. Like I said, it's not you."
Just then, the door flung open and Adam and Jeff stumbled inside. The disheveled-looking men each shared a look, then switched their gaze back to the women sitting on the bed.
"So..?" Trish started, "What'd they say?"
Jeff scratched the back of his head, taking in a deep breath as if to stall for time, "Well.. They're running a test on the blood, but they think it's just from an animal or something. No witnesses have come forward yet, and the whole road is blocked off and everything's making a huge scene."
Adam nodded, "Yeah, and they're dusting the whole damn thing for fingerprints. But I highly doubt that they're gonna find any. If someone was sick enough to do that to a car, then I think they'd be smart enough to wear gloves."
Amy looked up at her two male friends, "That's it?"
Adam sighed, "They haven't been investigating for very long, Ames. But they did say they'd let us know if they found anything else."
The little redhead sighed as she stood, stretching her arms over her head. "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about it, is there? We should be leaving for Minnesota anyways."
Trish opened her mouth to protest, but was quickly silenced by the young Hardy as he plopped down next to her, bringing his hand to her mouth. "Sounds great! Doesn't it, Trish?"
With his strong arm wrapped around her neck, Trish shot a scowl at Jeff, a sly grin upon his face. "It sounds awesome, Jeff."
Amy smiled sweetly down at her friends, her hands on her slender hips, then looked back up at Adam. "Well, there's no use sitting around here then, is there?--"
Before she could finish speaking, the phone in Jeff's pocket began to ring. He fumbled through his stuff, pulling out a few items, before he found the noisy little phone.
"Hello?" His usually southern tone was some-what timid.
"Jeff!" Everyone in the room could hear the booming voice of a yelling man from the other line, "What in the hell is going on over there!"
The voice had come from none other then their 'illustrious' general manager, Erich Bichoff. Jeff groaned, running a hand through his purplish hair. "Amy's car was ransacked. We don't know who did it, the police are still investigating. But don't worry, we're leaving for Minnesota right now--"
"The hell you aren't! You are staying right there and you aren't going anywhere! Do you hear me? I don't want any psychos following any of my wrestlers anywhere, especially to the arena. You are staying right there, where the police know where you are and can keep you safe. Understand?"
"But what about--"
"Forget about the show. We have other wrestlers and divas to fill in for you. Now, you are staying there until the police catch the bastard who did that to Amy's car. In the meantime, do whatever. I don't care. But you will tell me when they find something new. Got it?"
"But--"
"Got it!"
Jeff sighed, peering over at Trish, who had been watching him listen to Erich the whole time. "Yes, Mr. Bichoff." He said pathetically, "We got it,"
"Good."
The dial tone that was emitting from the other line signaled to Jeff that their general manager had hung up the phone. With a perfectly manicured hand, Trish reached over to Jeff and tucked a few strands of purple hair behind his ear. "What was that all about?"
The younger Hardy just snorted, laughing pathetically a little. "Well, according to everyone's favorite GM we're not going anywhere tonight. He said we had to stay until they found out who ruined the car."
Trish's jaw hit the floor, and a gasp had escaped Adam. But all Amy did was ask, "Why?"
Jeff leaned back and laid down on the bed, extending an arm to allow Trish to nestle in his shoulder. "Because he thinks the person that did it is going to follow us to the arena and hurt all his other precious wrestlers,"
"So we're stuck here because Erich is afraid of a few slashed tires!" Adam piped up, letting out a grunt of frustration through his teeth. "That's fucking stupid!"
"Calm down, guys," Trish nestled further into Jeff's shoulder as the two of them peered up at their friends from their perch upon the bed, "We can make the best of this, it won't be all that bad. C'mon! We can actually sleep in and do some shopping for once!"
"Yeah," Jeff said enthusiastically, "So you two love birds can go have some fun while me and Trish have a little party of our own." He took hold of Trish's waist and pulled her small frame on top of his muscular body. "Right, Trish?"
She smiled slyly, brushing her lips back and forth against his chin. "Actually, Jeff.." She teased, pushing herself off of him, "Me and Amy were planning on having a girls only night, weren't we, Amy?"
The redhead just laughed, "Whatever you say, Trish. But we're takin' your car!"
+
Jeff had gone back to their hotel room, and Adam had left for his. So now Amy and Trish were left alone to get all dressed up for their night on the town.
"I was thinkin' going to the mall, then hitting a bar or two," Trish announced as she searched through the contents of her bag, "How does that sound?"
Amy had been more quiet then usual, but Trish was satisfied with the fact that the redhead seemed some-what excited about their little 'girls night out'. "It's exactly what I was thinking," She smiled, also searching through a bag of her own.
"Shit," The blonde suddenly cursed, throwing her bag onto the ground. "I forgot my make-up, mind if I run back to my hotel room and get it? It'll only be a sec,"
"No, that's fine. Go ahead,"
After checking to see if her room key was still in her back pocket, Trish quickly exited the room and skipped through the hallways, hesitant still to leave Amy alone for even a short amount of time.
Swiping the keycard, Trish bounced into the room and gasped for a mere second at the sight of Jeff doing his stretches, surprised by his presence.
Jeff looked up, seemingly not surprised as Trish was, and laughed. "Hey, I didn't think my bed head looked that bad!"
The diva released a sigh, mixed in with a little giggle. "No, you just surprised me. I thought you'd be out with Adam or someone,"
The younger Hardy came to his feet, approaching Trish, his half-naked state not seeming to bother him in the least. That was one thing Trish always loved about the Hardy brother, his laid-back nature and not to mention his handsome..everything.
Something between a sigh and a whimper escaped Trish as Jeff's powerful, bare arms bound around her tiny frame. Her eyelids fluttered shut, letting her hands slide up his naked chest, wanting to capture the moment more then anything.
"He didn't feel like doing anything, but I can't blame him."
She nodded, and began to rock ever so slightly in his arms. Lately, with wrestling and traveling and this whole thing with Amy, she hadn't let him make love to her. It's not that she didn't want to, but with everything else going on around them, it seemed almost impossible. He never brought it up, or made the first move. And either did she.
And now, Trish found herself yearning for his touch.. the pleasure from the soft, sweet sensations he always gave her. She had forgotten what he felt like.. his skin.. his lips.. him inside her completely.
Her petite fingers tangled themselves in his disheveled hair, her burning lips met his.
And she smiled upon them, just feeling his arms wrap even tighter around her.
The woman's heart rate quickened rapidly, and she felt her body begin to tremble as Jeff's lips wrapped around hers only once more, then moved onto the skin of her neck, leaving light kisses there instead.
Jeff brought a piece of skin between his teeth and bit down slightly, causing Trish to throw her head back and dig her fingernails into the tan skin of his stomach.
"Jeff.." She forced down the breath that had caught in her throat, "Maybe.. maybe I should tell Amy I can't go.."
To her dismay, Jeff lifted his head and arched a brow in her direction, "Trish! You can't do that! She actually looked like she was excited about something for once."
Trish sighed, and bowed her head. "..I guess you're right.. I just feel horrible. I've been ignoring you for the longest time.."
"Ignoring me?" The southern man suddenly exclaimed with a laugh, "You call this ignoring me?"
"Well when's the last time we've done this ! Or anything else even going further then this, for that matter?" She suddenly snapped, taking a step back to get better access to her hair as she ran her fingers through it.
"Trish.." He soothed, "Stop worrying about it. I won't enjoy anything we do unless I know you're up for it, and right now you're not. So you go have fun with Amy. Besides, we'll both be back tonight." He finished with a wink, making Trish smile.
She grabbed her make-up bag then took a side-step to face him, smiling up at his smiling face. "I'll be back sooner then ya know it, baby." She wrapped her lips around his quickly, "You know my cell number, right?"
He nodded and smiled as she opened the door. "By heart."
As Trish re-entered Amy's hotel room, she danced inside, shutting the door behind her gracefully.
Amy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes now refrained from the television and locked on Trish. "Where were you! I've been waiting here forever!"
The blonde giggled, sticking out her tongue and entering the bathroom to apply her make-up. "Sorry, Ames. Me and Jeff had another one of our moments,"
There came no response from the little diva in the other room, so after a few minutes Trish called after her. "Ames..?"
"I heard you,"
Amy's voices seemed raspy and blunt, as if she didn't want to talk about anything of that sort. So Trish let it go, but still wondered inside why Amy had seemed so affected by almost nothing..
+
Amy Dumas threw her head back and laughed, letting her auburn hair drape casually down her back. Her and her little blonde friend had been shopping for the past two hours in the finest stores of the city. The sun was setting now, and with their newly purchased items locked securely in the trunk of Trish's car, Amy felt good enough to hit a few of the town's bars.
"How about this one?" Trish pointed to a seemingly busy bar that looked expensive, but still nice. "That doesn't look too dumpy or anything. I don't think we're gonna find anything better,"
"Sure!" She grabbed Trish's arm and took off running down the sidewalks, darting people here and here. "Hurry up, Trish!" She called light-heartedly, "I wanna get a good spot at the bar!"
The two pretty divas entered the bar laughing and giggling, but Trish was the only one who noticed the stares from all around. Usually she didn't mind it, but tonight the blonde hoped they wouldn't be overwhelmed by fans wanting autographs, and even more so, horny, drunk men.
They took their places at the bar, ordered some drinks, and continued to talk and laugh as usual. As Amy went on to talk about her dogs, Trish remembered the thing she had stuck in the back of her head earlier, when Amy had snapped at her after she mentioned Jeff.
"Hey.. Ames?"
The redhead stopped talking and turned to Trish, already one drink to many to have noticed that she was interrupted. "Yeah?"
Trish shifted uneasily in her bar stool, looking down at her drink, "What do you think of Adam?"
"Adam?" Amy repeated. Her pink tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and she looked towards the ceiling, as if to be thinking seriously about her question. "Oh, he's the best. And we get along great, he likes all the same things I like.."
Trish noticed how Amy had trailed off, and as she sighed deeply the gaze of her hazel eyes grew towards the floor. "Is something wrong?" The blonde asked, "You know you can tell me anything, Ames."
She sighed inwardly, "It's just.. I really like him, Trish. A lot. But sometimes, I get real worried and nervous.. Like something is going to happen.--"
"Amy! Adam would never hurt you!"
The redhead grunted, "Yeah, that's what he said."
Trish looked down at the glass she held on her hands and took a long drink from it. "Amy, we've gone over his how many times? He didn't hurt you in any way. You just weren't in the right state of mine for a relationship like that. So, you misunderstood a few things that caused you to think this way know."
Amy scoffed as she downed the rest of her drink, "Yea yea, I know. But sometimes it's still hard to get that stuff out of my head. And for Adam's sake I wish I could. I wish I could take this further between us, but I don't think I can be normal around him, or love him the way I should."
The blonde placed a hand on her friend's forearm, offering her a gentle smile. "Ames, don't worry! Adam has already fallen head over heels in love with you! If you ask me, all you have to do is be yourself, and keep doing what you're doing. Because whatever it is, it's already workin!"
She laughed, taking the other drink she ordered from the bartender's hand. "Thanks, Trish. That means a lot,"
"Hey! You're the one that hooked me up with Jeff."
"Oh yeah! Sorry about that.." Amy looked over at Trish and smiled devilishly.
Trish just laughed, taking another drink. A band started playing live, but the blonde could tell Amy wasn't up for much dancing, although things were getting pretty heated on stage.
Amy looked up towards the very high ceiling as the band's song came to a slow beat, noticing something moving. "Hey.. Trish," She said, reaching for her friend to get her attention but keeping her eyes locked on the figure, "Someone is up there."
"What do you mean somebody's up there?" She also looked up, and immediately noticed the dark, moving figure up on the rafters of the ceiling. "..that's weird."
Amy shrugged, moving her eyes back to the band. "Oh well, it's probably nothing."
Both the girls listened to the music the band was playing and it's song came to a close. The drunk members of the crowd started screaming, then suddenly there was a loud bang. At first they were both frightened by it, but Trish was relieved when what looked like confetti feel over the crowd like a sheer blanket.
And soon enough the confetti started falling around them to. But Trish was some-what worried when she looked at a piece of the confetti that had fallen in front of her.. Actually, it wasn't confetti at all.
They were rose petals. Red rose petals.
The blonde looked over at her friend, who also now noticed the petals. Her body was frozen, her pretty eyes locked on the petals that were now falling in thick sheets all around them.
"Amy..?"
Suddenly, the lead singer of the group came on the microphone. "That was great, guys. Thanks to whoever put on that flower petal confetti!"
The little redhead's body began to shake, and her usually tan skin became ghostly pale.
"Amy.." Trish whispered, reaching out for her friend again, who's eyes seemed to be distant. "You okay, hun?"
The only response she received was the shake of Amy's head. The next thing she knew, the frantic woman jumped off of her stool and took off running through the crowds towards the glass doors.
"Amy!" She called again, "Stop running!"
But Amy did not. She continued to run at top speed, darting people here and there. Trish gasped as the redhead suddenly tripped over something unknown, sending her falling into a puddle of a sticky, red liquid.
Trish approached her quickly, pushing anyone out of the way. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
As Trish put her hand on Amy's shaking shoulder, the redhead looked down at the red liquid.. That stuck to her hair, her clothes, her face..
She screamed, and the tears started pouring. Trish had too much going through her mind to notice that the music was stopped, the bar was silent, and all eyes were upon them. Before she could stop her, Amy tried to get up, then tried again and made it after slipping.
Trish ran after her, pushing through the glass doors, tripping herself over a bottle and landing in a pile of glass that laid in scattered shards upon the sidewalk. "Amy!"
Amy had her back against the brick building, her knees tightly against her chest and her face buried in them. Trish could hear her wrenching sobs easily.
The blonde tried to move, but a sharp pain went throughout her whole body, and she let out a hiss through her teeth.
Amy looked up, reaching towards her friend with a shaking but gentle hand, "You're hurt."
"No, no I'm not." Trish answered, putting on a semi-straight face. "You're the one that's hurt, are you okay?"
She looked down at her stained clothes and skin and hair.. Then looked back up at Trish, starting to sob more harshly now. "The petals.. flower petals.. they were red.."
"Red?" Trish asked, holding her side. "Amy? What do you mean they were red?"
But before Amy could respond, some cars came whizzing by and the owner of the bar with a few others bolted out of the doors both Amy and Trish had just come out of, "What's going on here!" He yelled, "Do I need to call the police?"
"No, no, we're fine--" But they ignored her, and the man commanded someone next to him to go call them. A bunch others crowded around a frantic Amy, whom Trish figured to be professionals that worked in the bar, causing her to scream and cry all the more.
"No, please don't touch her.." Trish pleaded, trying her hardest to move to even catch the slightest glimpse of her friend through the hoards of people, but could not. "Just don't touch her…please.."
A speeding car screeched to a halt in front of them, and Trish was surprised to see Adam jump out into the darkness of the night. "Amy! Are you okay?" Ignoring Trish completely, he pushed a few people out of the way and grabbed Amy gently, quickly guiding her to his car.
"Don't worry, she's with me." He said to everyone around, "She'll be fine,"
After getting Amy into the car, he jumped into the driver's seat and sped off again, leaving Trish battered and broken upon the shards of glass and cold sidewalk.
She watched as everyone else walked back inside, chuckling at the abrupt end of it all. But before the owner of her bar walked through the door he had opened, he took one last look at the girl that was left to lay, and spit right in front of her. Then walked back inside.
Trish whimpered, still using one hand to support her aching body and the other to hold her bare, bleeding side.
Right then and there, she felt like dieing. Like leaving everything behind and just forgetting it ever happened. But that's when she felt a hand on her shoulder.. A hand whose black fingernails could only mean it was one person..
"C'mon, Trish.." Jeff said, gently taking the little blonde into his arms, "Let's go home."