Questions of Trust
This one is in normal POV and is mostly just a Q and A between John and Lita.
"I want to know the truth John and you have to promise me that. The truth. It's all I'm asking for John…just no more lies. You have to be honest to me John or it will hurt the both of us and our relationship even more." She said, running her fingertips up and down his bare arm.
His face had been nuzzled into the crook of her neck until then, "I promise you Amy, no more lies. I owe you at least that much, but before anything happens I just want you to know that we will always be together Amy. I love you so much and no matter what happens, what I do, what I've done it was all for you and it doesn't change my feelings for you and it never will, it doesn't change anything between us, I swear to you baby. I can't hurt you anymore and I just want you to know that Amy." He said, stroking her hair lovingly.
She hugged him tightly to her, as if he were a lifeline of some sort, "John, it's okay, I swear, it will all be okay, we will have that "happily ever after" and our babies will be fine. I swear to you that in the end – after all this shit – life will be perfect and it will all end up the way it should." She said, placing a kiss on his lips.
"Did you love them?" she asked, looking into visibly half-frightened baby blue orbs, watching as he slowly shook his head, 'no', and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you regret it?" she asked, inching away from him slowly, moving onto another end of their bed. "Amy," he started in an unusually stern voice, "how could you ask me a question like that? You should know – more than anybody else – that I regret it. I mean, of course I regret it. It was the biggest mistake of my life," he voiced, but his voice was betraying him because he knew deep down that the biggest mistake was impregnating Trish Stratus, but the redhead would never have to know about that.
"But how could you, I mean seriously John, once is a mistake, I get that, but how could you do it so many times and then lie to me about it and expect me to still treat you like a fucking gentleman or something'?" she asked, running her hands through her curtain of thick red hair. "I needed to be loved." He stated simply, offering no other explanation. "And I gave you that love," the redhead stated, "I loved you unconditionally and I told you that so many times," her voice was beginning to crack as her statements became raw with emotion, "how could you have not known?" she asked angrily, tears leaking from emotional hazel eyes. "My life was tough Amy, my life's always been tough and you wont ever be able to get that. you don't understand Amy, you could never understand, no matter how much you want to, no matter how much I want you to but you cant Amy because you were living the dream fucking life. While I was livin' the hard life, workin' three jobs just to support me you were livin' it up." Tears were falling out of her eyes at a faster rate now, "Then tell me John, tell me…tell me exactly how it was…" she yelled, making angry gestures with her arms.
…the room turned quiet all of a sudden…
"…at least your parents wanted you," he said in a soft voice – so soft that she didn't know if she had heard him correctly – and he took a set of keys from the bedside table and walked out of the house, speeding away in his blue convertible.
…was he going out of her life?