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The lyrics in this chapter are "Scars" by Papa Roach- they own that.

Chapter 11- The Aftermath

Randy and Trish got into the car and headed off to the hotel where Trish and John shared a room. She had to get her stuff that she had left there. They walked up to the room. Trish knocked a few times before John answered.

"What the hell do you want?" John asked Trish coldy. He looked past her and saw Randy leaning against the wall across from his room.

"Chill John. I just have to get my stuff."

"Oh okay. Hurry." John stepped aside to let Trish past him. Trish had left John and Randy alone together. There was silence between them until John looked up and saw Randy looking back at him.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" John asked Randy, very coldy and meanly.

"Nothing. Absolutly nothing." Randy said. There was more silence between them until John spoke back up.

"Look man, I just want to tell you something while Trish isn't around."

"What's that?"

"Be good to her." John said in a much more friendly tone.

"I always will." Just as Randy said that, Trish appeared in the doorway with a suitcase by her side.

"Well, it's good to see you haven't killed each other while I was gone." Trish said, trying to make it a joke as she laughed. "Well, we should get going." Trish told Randy.

"Yeah, it's getting late." Randy said, looking at his watch. He noticed Trish struggling with her suitcase. "Here let me get that." He said, getting her suitcase for her. Trish just smiled slightly.

"Good-bye John." Trish said then she turned around and started to walk to the exit.

"See ya tomarrow, I guess." Randy said to John before following Trish.

Randy and Trish got into his rental car and drove off to the hotel where Randy was staying at. There was silence in the car until Trish leaned over and turned on the radio. Her favorite song was playing so she sang along.

"I tried to help you once against my own advice. I saw you going down but you never realized that you're drowning in the water." Trish sang as she was playing with a string on her coat." So I offered you my hand. Compassions in my nature, tonight is our last stand." Trish stopped singing and hummed along the rest of the song.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Trish was worn out and tired. They walked up to his room. Randy slid the card through the slot and opened the door. He stepped aside to let Trish in first. Randy left the room to put Trish's suitcase in the bedroom. When he came back out, he saw Trish laying on the couch. He walked over to her and sat down in the chair across from her.

"Tired?" Randy asked. All Trish did was nod into the pillow. Randy got up and walked over to her. He scooped her into his arms and started walking.

"Randy," Trish said into his neck, "where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." Randy slyly said. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Hi." Trish childly said.

"Hi." Randy said back to her, in a equally childish way. He bent down and kissed her. Trish didn't want to do this tonight, but she couldn't help it. To her, Randy was like really good food, a food that you can't stop eating until it kills you. Trish started to lay down on the bed. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and gave it a little tug, which caused him to lay on top of her. They were both really into it when Trish started to get images in her head of earlier that night. She pushed Randy off of her and sat up. She put her legs over the side of the bed and faced the wall so he wouldn't see her face. Randy just laid there until he heard her let out a little cry. Then, he got close to her to see she was crying.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Asked a very concerned Randy. All Trish did was shake her head.

"Trish, let's not keep any more secrets okay? So what's wrong?" Randy asked again.

"It's just, this, is all way too much for me. I just can't deal with it all, you know." Trish wiped the tears off her face and looked up at Randy.

"Look, lets's just get some sleep. I'm sure it will all be better in the morning." Randy suggusted to her. She nodded and got under the covers. Randy soon followed her actions and they both soon went to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Randy woke up to see that he was alone in bed. He heard the shower run and figured Trish was in there. He turned to see the clock.

"7:35 in the freaking morning." Randy mummbled. He turned around and saw Trish standing in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing only a white towel.

"Morning sleepyhead." Trish walked to her suitcase and grabbed some clean clothes.

"Sleepyhead? It's 7:35 in the fucking morning." Randy whined.

"Uhh, correction. It's now 7:36." Trish laughed as she walked into the bathroom again. The next time Randy saw Trish was when she came out into the kitchen brushing her hair. Randy was eating breakfast.

"Why are you dressed up like that?" Randy asked with a mouthful of cereal.

"Duh! The meeting with Vince today? Remember that?" Trish asked him, kind of annoyed with him.

"Oh yeah. When's this?"

Trish looked at the clock on the wall. "In about a half hour."

After they both got ready, they climbed into the car and headed off to the arena where they had to meet Vince and John. On the way there, Trish turned on the radio again. This time, there was a Backstreet Boys song playing, which drove Trish half insane. As soon as that song ended, she let out a sigh. The next song started to play. It was her favorite song, again.

The radio played the opening. "I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much-"

That's when Trish started to sing along. "And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel. Drunk and I'm feeling down and I just wanna be alone.I'm pissed cause you came around-" Trish sang as she looked out the window, watching the scenery pass her.

"Why don't you just go home? Cause you channel all your pain. And I can't help you fix yourself. You're making me insane. All I can say is-" Trish continued to sing when Randy spoke to her.

"Why do you like this song so much?" Randy asked her

"Huh?"

"Well why do you always sing that song? Why do you like it?" Randy repeated to her.

"I don't know, really. I guess I like it cause I can kinda relate to it. It's just a good song to get your agressions out and just let it all go."

When they arrived at the arena, the song was over and a new song was playing. They both got out of the car and walked in hand in hand. Trish knew that they would have to see John and he would see them holding hands. But for the first time, she really didn't care because she knew everything was going to be alright. They walked into the room and saw John sitting a chair. They both sat down next to each other and waited for Vince. None of them made ever slight eye contact with each other. When Vince walked in, they all stood up.

"You can all sit down now." Vince said sternly. They all followed his orders and sat down.

"Now, lets get down to business. So, I am assuming you all know I did see last night's show? And you all, I am assuming, know that I am quite unpleased with what went down?" Vince asked the three of them. "Now, do any of you want to exaplain?" They all shook their heads. "Okay, well then, I will make this short as possible for you all." Vince went and sat down across from them.

"As you know, last night you not only interfered in a match, but you also interfered in a storyline. I don't think you all know the impact that you all had last night. Now, not only do I have to clear up all of the internet rumors going around, but I also have to think of a new storyline. I have thought about it and I came up with this- Randy Orton verus John Cena. The twist is it will be over Trish Stratus. And I also came up with a ending- it will be a 'Till Death Do Us Part' match, which will take place in a month or so. That is all for now, good bye." Vince got up from his chair and left the room.

John soon pulled the earphones out and turned off his Ipod. He got up and walked out of the room, not looking at either of them. Trish was sitting there, not knowing what to think. She panicked and ran out of the room. Randy was caught off gaurd and soon followed her.

"Trish! Wait up!" Randy said, trying to follow her. Trish stopped and put her hands over her face. "Trish, are you alright?"

"Fuck! Why do I always get myself into these messes?" Trish screamed, then cried.

Randy didn't know what to do to make her feel better. "Trish, it's gonna be alright. I promise. I will not let you down, not again." Randy pulled Trish into his arms and hugged her tightly. Trish gave in and hugged him back.

"I sure hope so." Trish said, quietly so Randy wouldn't hear. "I really hope so."

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