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Faith Broken

Amy sipped slowly at her small cup of coffee as she sat in the hospital cafeteria trying to take in everything that was happening. Adam had been attacked last night in the arena parking lot by Matt. Of course, he had been wearing a mask and had a pretty good alibi for where he was during the attack, but Amy knew it was Matt. The bastard had hit Adam on the side of the head with a baseball bat as he was trying to call the police, obliterating his cell phone and breaking his hand. Matt had then continued his vicious assault on Adam with hard kicks and hits with that damn bat. The doctors were really surprised Adam had not sustained any more damage than a concussion and broken ribs.

Sighing deeply, Amy thought of what was to happen next. Adam was going to be released in a few hours and from there the two would be going on a little "vacation" as Vince called it until Adam healed. She wasn't sure of where they were going, only that Vince didn't think it would be safe for them to go to Adam's house, or to their family's. Adam had told her he knew the perfect place to go and relax where Matt would never find them, but he also told her it would be a surprise.

"I thought I'd find you here," Trish said softly as she slid into the booth across from Amy. "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know," she whispered shakily. "Adam was attacked because of me, my career might be ruined because of some internet lies, and I have to go into hiding from my ex…" Amy's voice trailed off as Trish looked at her friend sympathetically.

"Amy there was nothing you could have done about Adam, and all of those lies will blow over eventually and sooner or later the world is going to see Matt for the psychotic and violent bastard that he is." Trish squeezed Amy's hand supportively. "Everything is going to be fine, I know it will be. You just need to have a little faith."

"Faith," Amy said with a bitter laugh, "look where faith has gotten me so far. Forgive me if I don't have faith that there is some higher power watching over me who's going to make everything better."

"Amy you shouldn't…" Trish started before Amy abruptly cut her off.

"You're not Shawn, so please, spare me the sermon." Amy rolled her eyes as she took another long sip of her coffee ignoring the hurt look on Trish's face. The two sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity until Chris interrupted them.

"Hey, Adam's finished with all the paperwork and we're almost ready to go," Chris announced with a smile. Amy sighed as she got up and made her way back to Adam's room leaving Trish and Chris behind her.

"Is she going to be okay," he asked.

"Eventually," Trish answered simply. "She's going through so much, and she's afraid to let anyone else in for feat that Matt will go after them." Chris gave Trish a slight hug as the two continued down the hallway.

"Hey" Adam whispered shaking a sleeping Amy slightly, "we're there." Groggily, Amy opened her eyes and looked out the car window to see a picture-esque snow covered mountain view.

"Where are we," she asked sitting up a little more to get a better view of the mountain's scenery.

"This little ski resort I like to go to in the Rockies." Adam smiled as the car rounded the last turn up the mountain and the lodge came into sight.

"I never knew you liked to come here," Amy said still looking around like a wide-eyed child.

"No one does," Adam shrugged, "well, Alanah does. We came here once, she said it was a little too remote for her tastes, but I loved it. I've been coming here anytime I just need to get away ever since." The car rolled to a stop in front of the main entrance and the driver got out to open Amy's door for her as a bellman began to unload their bags. Adam escorted Amy inside to the front desk to check in where she found Vince had already paid for their stay. The concierge then called the bellman over and the two were escorted to their room.

"So, what would you like to do first," Adam asked handing her a list of available activities and services the resort hosted.

"Honestly, a nap," she yawned.

"Sounds good to me," Adam said tossing the cushions off the couch and pulling out the hidden bed inside. "I thought a couch bed would be a good idea. You get the bed, and I don't have to sleep in an upright position."

"I could take the couch bed though, you're hurt," she motioned to the cast on his hand as he laughed.

"Oh no, this is fine for me, it's comfy, really. That big bed in there is a little too cushy for my tastes, but you should like it." Adam smiled as he threw a couple pillows on his bed. "Now go take that nap."

Trish groaned in frustration as she pulled the wet laundry from the machine. She still couldn't believe how much laundry accumulates when you're on the road as much as she and Jay were. Throwing a dryer sheet in with the clothes she shut the dryer door and pushed the button to start it. She then grabbed the basket full of clean clothes and headed upstairs.

Sitting the basket on the bed she started to unload and sort its contents, putting everything in its proper drawer. She opened one of her drawers and noticed an old top Amy had lent to her and suddenly wondered what Amy was going to do without clean clothes since they couldn't go to Adam's house or her mother's to get more. As she pondered Amy's potential clothing crisis she heard the front door shut and smiled. Jay must be home. Putting down the boxer shorts she was folding, Trish made her way downstairs to greet her boyfriend.

Coming down stairs she noticed he wasn't in the living room and started to make her way to the dining room, then the kitchen, still no Jay. She peered through the kitchen window to the backyard, perhaps he had taken Adam's dog out there now that they were back, but she saw nothing. Backing away from the window slowly she backed into a rather broad form that clutched both of her shoulders.

"Hey Trish," an eerily familiar voice said, "I seem to have lost something of mine, and I think you know where she is." Terrified, Trish spun around and came face to face with Matt Hardy. She quickly scrambled out of his grasp and ran out of the kitchen, Matt right at her heels. Sliding in her socks on the entranceway tile, she reached for the door knob. Just as she managed to open the door a large arm slammed it shut and forcefully turned her around and pushed her roughly against the door.

"What's the matter Trish? You don't seem that happy to see me," Matt mocked. "Now, be a good little girl and tell me where Amy is."

"No," she said defiantly spitting in Matt's face once she said it. Matt glared at the tiny blonde and back-handed her across the face. He grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully behind her.

"Let's see if I can't change that answer," Matt laughed as she twisted harder on Trish's arm. "Tell me where she is!" Trish stayed stubbornly silent aside from her screams of pain.

"Tell me!" Matt wrenched her arm and tears were now streaming down the blondes' face.

"I don't know," she screamed. "I don't know!" Matt released some of the pressure on her arm but still kept her close.

"And if you did," he growled.

"I still wouldn't tell you," she spat.

"Wrong answer bitch." Matt then forcefully pushed Trish into the nearby wall, her head cracking the mirror that hung there. Trish's body fell limp to the ground as blood started to trickle from her temple. Matt looked down at Trish with a sadistic smile as he left the house.