Chapter 23

Lily pulled Trish out of her hotel room an hour later and made her way to the elevator. Trish was still in mid-get ready and was trying to finish putting her lip gloss on as Lily tugged at her halter top. Trish was in a tight black halter and low rise jeans, her blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail. Lily, on the other hand, was in her usual, simple outfit of a baby blue silk camisole and black low risers. She accompanied her outfit with a metal belt and a small black necklace she'd found shoved in the bottom of her purse.

"Come on, Lil, we've got time!" Trish whined as Lily quickly pushed the down button n the elevator.

"No we don't I wanna get down there before John decides to invite Randy to be his personal punching bag or something. I have a feeling this isn't over."

Trish rolled her eyes and sighed, finishing her makeup and throwing it in her bag, "Does your dad even know we're going out? "

Lily pondered for a second before shaking her head, "Come to think about it, no…I better get on that."

She whipped out her cell phone and dialed her dad, who was in his hotel room most likely doing nothing.

"Yes Lily?" he answered on the fourth ring.

"Hi Dad, I was just calling to let you know that John is taking me out with a couple Superstars, if that's alright with you," she said quickly.

"That's fine, just don't get pressured into drinking and all that, I know John likes to get wasted when he goes out," Glen advised and Lily rolled her eyes.

"Alright Dad, thank you!" she smiled, hoping he'd hang up.

"Bye, Lil," and the line clicked.

Lily snapped shut her phone as the elevator opened to the lobby. Large groups of superstars were waiting, John in the middle of the queue in his usual t-shirt and shorts, the only change to his outfit was that his hat was on backwards and he looked like he was ready to kick some ass.

Lily moved over to the group stole his hat, putting it on as he spun around.

"What the—?" he started but stopped at the sight of Lily. "Oh, hey, I was wondering when you'd show up."

"I love you too, honey!" she said sarcastically and she and Trish made their way out to the parking lot as John stared after her.

The two arrived at the club at the same time John did, Lily still donning his hat. He stole it back from her and sat down at the bar with the other guys, ordering the first round of drinks. Trish pulled Lily to a booth and they ordered dinner for themselves. They didn't notice, but Randy was seated behind them and he slipped around next to Lily.

"I didn't know you guys were coming out tonight," he smiled, draping his arm around Lily's shoulders.

"I'm here with John and some other meat heads," she shrugged. "If he sees you he'll kill you."

"I know, I still have to talk to him. Trust me, we'll get this settled, alright?"

Lily nodded hopefully, "I really hope so, Rand. I trust you to work this out."

He grinned and got to his feet, "I'll go talk to him now, before he gets to wasted."

Lily rolled her eyes a the second snub at John's drinking habits and turned her attention back to Trish, "Do you really think he's going to get that drunk tonight?"

"It's possible, I've only been out with him a few times before, and I realized, if he walks in and starts ordering drinks, he's planning on getting shit faced, but if he heads to a table and talks for a while before ordering, it means he's not going to get as drunk as usual.

Lily sighed and glanced over at John, who was talking to Randy and sipping a beer, "Yep, he's getting drunk tonight and then he's gonna come at me for some ass. I love men, I really do."

Trish snorted, "You sound like me, and I'm like ten years older than you."

"Hey, many say it but it's true for me: I'm old for my age," Lily shrugged.

The two laughed and their food came. Lily dug in to her fries while Trish bopped to the music, picking at her hamburger. Randy sidled back over to them and nudged Lily to move over.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked, popping another fry in her mouth.

"I guess we're cool, he's really distracted right now though. A group of very attractive women just walked in and I believe they are wrestling fans," he nodded toward the bar and Lily turned.

To her immense displeasure three boobed up, overmakeuped, plastic dolls were flirting with John at the bar. Lily could feel her temper raging and she turned back around, fighting back tears. She blinked to keep them from spilling over but to no avail. Randy squeezed her arm consolingly but it went from bad to worse, one of the women took John be the hand and led him past their table onto the dance floor.

Lily watched with clouded eyes as his hands roamed all over the other woman and she burst into tears. Randy jumped at her sudden sob and she looked away from him, trying to hide her tears.

"I knew this was going to happen," Trish muttered and she watched as Randy tried to console her, but to no avail. "Randy, take her back to the hotel, get her a room by herself and stay with her. I'll handle John."

He nodded and led a crying Lily from the club, her eyes still fixed on John, who was now joined by the two other women, openly feeling each of them up.

"I can't believe he'd actually do something like that, especially after what my dad told him," Lily sobbed into Randy's chest as they sped back to hotel in his limo.

"Shh, it's okay, Lil," he cooed, stroking her silky chestnut hair soothingly. "We'll fix this, I promise."

"I don't want anything to do with him, Randy. I thought he loved me!" she hiccupped.

"He does love you," he soothed. "He was just drunk."

"I don't care! He should love me enough to know not to get drunk in my presence!" she persisted.

"Well, due to the current situation, I don't think John was thinking straight, especially knowing that I was in the same room."

Lily dissolved into more tears, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Randy remained silent, helping her out of the limo as they pulled up to the hotel. He checked her into her own room and led her into the elevators.

"You have to tell my dad he was right," she sniffed as they stepped out into the hallway.

"If you want I can take you to his room," Randy suggested.

"No, I just want t lie down, I'm feeling nauseous," she muttered, clutching her stomach.

Randy nodded and they moved down the hall to her new room. He unlocked the door and slowly helped her into the room. She slumped onto the couch and held up another key card.

"This is to mine and John's room, if you want to get my stuff," she muttered, her ice blue eyes blank.

Randy nodded and took the card form her, "Alright, will you be okay alone?"

"I'll be fine, Rand, I'll call you if I need anything. My suitcase and duffle bag are in the closet. All my clothes are in the dresser to the left of the bed."

He nodded and moved to leave but Lily sat up, "Randy!"

"Yeah?" he turned, stopping in mid-step.

"Thank you."

"Hey, it's no problem," he smiled and she slumped back into the couch cushions. Randy shook his head and left the room to go get Lily's things.

Back at the club Trish was trying desperately to knock some sense into John. She had been forced to act like his girlfriend to get him away from the women he was fondling and dragged him back to her table.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she whispered furiously.

"What? I'm just having a good time," he shrugged. "Where's Lily?"

"She left, John," Trish replied flatly.

He looked stunned, "What? Why?"

"Because she saw you messing with those other women! She's heartbroken you dumbass!" she yelled and a few people turned to stare. "How could you get like this in front of her? After all the shit you went through to get Glen to trust, you go and pull shit like this! What's wrong with you?"

John seemed to sober up in a second. The situation registered on his face and he buried his face in his hands miserably, "What have I done? I'm such a fucking idiot!"

"You're right about that!" Trish growled.

"She's never going to speak to me again, her Dad's going to murder me in my sleep," John grumbled. "And I bet you anything she's going to go crying to Randy."

"Damn right she is, he'll treat her better then you did! In fact, she's with him right now, crying her innocent heart out to him because of your stupid mistake. And you knew you'd make the mistake and didn't even bother to correct it!"

"Fuck," he whispered in an undertone and suddenly he felt sick, "Can you give me a lift back to the hotel, I need to think…and empty my stomach."

Trish sighed and nodded. She grabbed her bag and keys, throwing a few twenties on the table and dragging John out of the club.

Randy quickly found Lily's old room and let himself in. He found the suitcase where Lily had said and began to throw her stuff in it as fast as possible. When he was done he skimmed the room for anything else that he assumed was Lily's, including her essentials from the bathroom and left without a trace.

On his way back to Lily's room he bumped into Glen who looked at him curiously.

"What are you doing back so early?" he asked, seeing that he was carrying his daughter's bags. "And what are you doing with Lily's stuff?"

"It's a long story," Randy sighed and Glen looked at him expectantly. "Um, I got Lily a new room if you'd like to talk to her yourself. She's a mess and might need someone like you to comfort her."

Glen looked surprised and nodded, "Lead the way."

Randy nodded and hurried quickly down the hall to the elevator.

By the time John stumbled into his room he knew Lily was gone. Everything she'd brought with her was gone. Trish stood in the doorway looking stiff and he slumped to the floor feeling hopeless.

"God, why is this happening?" he mumbled.

"Maybe it's fate, John. Maybe you two weren't meant to be together. I mean, she was going to break it off with you when she left anyway," Trish said softly, sitting down next to him on the floor.

"How do you know?"

"She told me, today while she was hanging out with me in my room. She was so torn up and worried about you and Randy and she told me it might have been best to end it faster. She knew you two were going to end up fighting over her and it killed her to even think about it. She told me she'd have to break it off with you when she went home because long distance relationships never work and she knew she'd just end up getting hurt either way," Trish explained.

John banged his head on the wall and Trish patted his shoulder, "Just give her some space to heal. You know how sensitive she is. Just let her sort things out right now. She's got a lot on her plate right now anyway, what with her joining DX and all. She just needs to refocus and get things back together."

He nodded and sighed knowing Trish was right.