Happy Valentine's Day

Her grip on the rose was tight as her eyes were focussed downwards, on the ground. The rose was plain. Plain and simple, she had decided. Just like me, she mused, walking along the dirt road.

The rose was thorny, with petals of red. The red was special in her eyes, a magical shade of the perfect colour, she had decided. It was dark and rich and creamy all at the same time. It was blooming right in front of her in the prettiest way and she decided that its petals reminded her of the loveliest velvet.

She held onto the rose tighter, peeling her gaze from the ground for just a few minutes, to let herself look up at the lake. The lake was blue. Not just any blue either, the clearest, brightest, boldest shade of it, that mingled with a touch of green and blended in with ripples.

She held onto the rose even tighter and looked over at it once more. It was wrapped in transparent cellophane with small pink love hearts marking every here and there, a satin pink ribbon and lots of sticky tape holding it in its cone shape.

Looking closer she saw a card, she had read it before, many times – so many times in fact that she could repeat each and every word of it without taking a second glance. The card was pretty, she thought to herself as she looked at the sparkly red hearts and flowers with the words "I love you" in fancy script.

She looked back down, letting her gaze drift from her black and pink skater shoes to the well-worn path in front of her to her stomach and finally to the rose.

She kept making her way down the path, even though she was completely worn out and breathless as ever.

She had to keep reminding herself of why she was doing this. The truth, she remembered. I have to know the truth, she thought to herself.

She clutched the rose even tighter in her hands, letting the rather thick thorns embed themselves in the soft flesh of one of her palms.

She kept walking on, passing trees and various other things on her way.

And if the truth isn't what you wanted? The logical part of her brain asked her as blood dripped from one of her palms.

She continued walking along the worn dirt path.

The pathway was thin, mostly dirt but sometimes a pebble or two would stray and find their way, it was narrow and winding, twists and turns at just about every angle.

She kicked a pebble on her way down the winding dirt road and watched as it flew into a nearby twig, causing it to roll, further and further with each passing second.

Her grip on the stem of the rose was tight as ever and the blood was steadily dripping down her hand, down her wrist, down to her forearm, then trailing down and around it, then dripping steadily, carefully onto the floor.

The truth.

She kept chanting it in her head. Like some kind of mantra. She kept on reciting it. Steadily. Syllable by syllable. Then just breathing the word out.

The truth.

What she wanted, what she needed. That was it. Just one simple thing.

…the truth.

She looked up at the tree.

The old vine lay there. It had been sitting there for as long as she had known this place. For what seemed like an eternity.

It twisted around the tree. A liana, she remembered her sixth grade teacher had told her. That's what she called them…liana's. Was this one of those?

She pushed the vine off to the side, like she did every other time she came here. She threw it quickly over the tree, watching as it swung and hit the tree.

She walked under, glancing at the wide stretch of green, the rocks, and the lake on the other side.

Her eyes drifted to the two figures lying on the picnic blanket.

One of the figures was male and the other was female. Both lay completely naked on the black and blue picnic blanket which she could have sworn was an exact replica of the one that she couldn't find two days ago and as she looked closer she recognized the figures, hazel eyes widened in horror and realization.

Holy fucking shit, ran through her mind.

John and…Dawn Marie…that fucking backstabbing slut! How dare she?

Best friend my ass, she thought to herself bitterly.

John had an angelic look on his face, which then contorted into a disgusted look; a look showing utter horror and pain. The brunette had a devilish smirk on her face.

The truth…

Painted in front of her in technicolour…

The truth.

It was what she wanted anyway. She got what she wanted in the end.

Even though she was blinded by her love for him.

She should have known…once a playboy, always a playboy.

Eyes filled with tears, drifted back to the floor, back to the black and hot pink skater shoes, back to where they belonged.

She finally had the truth.

Fingers blindly grabbed at her ring finger where the diamond and ruby-studded ring lay. She pulled it off; ripped it off her slender finger and threw it down at the ground, watching as it hit the floor, bounced up again, making a loud sound as it finally stumbled right to the edge of the lake.

She watched as his body moved, as he grabbed blindly at Dawn Marie's body, pulling her closer to him, his hand running up and down her stomach.

A stray tear fell from a hazel eye, slid down a pink-tinged cheek, falling into the dimple, making its way down, past a glossy pink lip, leaving a trail of mascara and eyeliner mixed with bronzer and the slightest hint of lip gloss.

Hands let go and the rose slipped, petals crushed.

She kicked it away in anger and turned on her heel…

…before clutching herself in pain and screaming, letting the tears of pain fall freely from her eyes.

She shrieked in pain…the worst pain she had ever felt in her entire life…face contorted, eyes closed in pain and concentration.

Blue eyes opened and large hands went to run his eyes.

"L-Li-Lita…God…what-what are you doing…are you- God…are you okay?" he asked watching as red hair whipped around in the wind, small hands clutching a slightly swollen stomach.

"Li…baby are you okay?" he asked pulling his boxers then his pants on…watching as she writhed in pain and her face contorted into a look of pure hatred.

"Get the fuck away from me…" she said pushing his chest away when he walked towards her, reaching his arms out, for her to get into.

"You fucking lied…you are an asshole…I should have known that you weren't going to change just for me…I was so fucking stupid to think that I could change you." She yelled, still holding her stomach.

"The babies…" she screamed watching the long haired brunette stir slightly in her sleep. "You can find your ring in the lake." She told him, watching as his eyes widened into large saucers.

"Baby…no…please…I swear…isn't my fault…got me drunk…took me here…laughed…'too fucking stupid'…she laughed at me…said I was an asshole…" his eyes kept changing emotions as she kept blacking out.

"Babies survived…yes…both of them…yes…of course I mean both…twins…I think I would know….more than you would Mr. Cena…of course…thankyou…stabilized now…go see her…she's fine…nothing…just plenty of bed rest…babies are fine…take good care…good day…oh yes…happy Valentine's Day to you too…" was what she heard from the man in the white coat – a doctor she had guessed.

"What about my baby?…did it survive?…Babies…? Both of them?… What do you mean both of them?… You mean twins?… Sure you would know… How much would you know?… How is she?… Can I see her?… How is she though?… Happy Valentine's Day?… What does she need to do?… Does she have to take anything?…" was what stupid poohead – or was it plophead…or dare I say it? Pie Sniffer…which is a very offensive term in my own damn world, she thought to herself as her eyes stirred open.

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked, hazel eyes swirling with anger, eyes focussed on her finger, where the ring was missing.

"The babies are fine…we're having twins…I told you she got me drunk…I swear I had absolutely no control over myself…" he said, watching as her eyes closed and then reopened a few minutes later.

"Baby…happy Valentine's day…" he said, standing up, then turning his head slightly, towards her, "the ring is with the pink box of roses." He added, pointing towards the shelf that hovered over the white bed.

"It's gonna take a long time to rebuild that trust…" she said, sitting up slightly in the white bed, poking him in the chest, smiling at him half-heartedly. "Oh yeah…one more thing…happy fucking Valentine's Day." She said before quickly muttering the word "asshole…" under her breath.

Closing her eyes, hands clutching her stomach, feeling as one of the babies kicked, leaving her with a small smile on her face.