Praying for Daylight

Chapter 4

Description: She loved him, and he loved her...or so she thought. When he turns on her, who will Lita turn to? Based on RAW 1/9/2006.

Disclaimer: Never owned them. Never have, never will. Sigh.

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Author's Note: If you saw the review by qtea-angel, well, she read my mind! There's a flashback in this chapter that I hope you'll all like.


In the previous chapter...

Lita buried her head against John's chest again as she felt a fresh torrent of tears come. "Th-thanks, John...th-thank you so much."

John kissed her forehead gently, rubbing his hand on her back soothingly. "No problem, Li...no problem at all."

Over her head, his eyes narrowed angrily.

Edge was going to pay.

Edge was going to pay, big time.


Lita sighed, leaning against John ever so slightly. How did everything get out of hand so fast? Things had changed so much over the past few years...her relationship with Matt, the storyline with Kane, her affair with Adam...and her friendship with John Cena.

John.

He was the only stable thing in her life right now. Ever since Jeff had left for TNA, she'd felt empty. There had been no guy to laugh with, no guy to talk to, no friend to hang out with. John could never replace Jeff, nobody could, but he had already become so special to her over the past few months. She smiled a little, remembering...


FLASHBACK: RAW October 31, 2005

"Who the HELL do they think they are?" Adam Copeland yelled, throwing his towel down on the bench of his locker room. Lita, fresh out of the shower, looked at him questioningly.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who am I talking about? WHO ELSE? Lita, do you REALIZE what I've gotta do for Taboo Tuesday?"

"Oh...that." Lita's forehead crinkled with worry as she reached for him. "Sweetie, listen..."

Adam yanked his hand out of reach, running his hand through his hair furiously. "Why should it be left up to the FANS who to choose for my match? MY MATCH, Li! It should be on MY terms, not on someone else's. The fans shouldn't determine who I face...I should be the only one to decide that."

Lita sighed, "Hon, look...it does get the fans more involved."

"Involved? Involved? Lita, what is the matter with you? They've gotten involved enough, booing instead of CHEERING--"

"Adam, sweetheart--"

Suddenly, Adam's hand reached out and pushed Lita roughly. Caught off balance, she stumbled, bumping her head against the wall.

"Don't you EVER, and I mean EVER, interrupt me again," he snarled, eyes dripping with anger.

Lita looked wide-eyed at the man she loved..at the man who was supposed to love her.

"Get out...just get out of here, Lita. I can't take this right now."

Lita fled the locker room, her eyes filling quickly with tears. Finding a corner where she wouldn't be bothered, she sat down on the floor, buried her head in her hands and let the tears flow, unmindful of her surroundings...until she heard footsteps. They got louder and louder, and whoever it was knelt down in front of her. She could feel the person's gaze, and tried to stop crying lest he or she wonder what was going on. Through the curtain of red hair hanging over her face, she could see it was a wrestler, but apart from that, she couldn't see much else. Her curiosity finally got the better of her, and she lifted her head, brushing away her hair to meet the eyes of...

John Cena.

END FLASHBACK


A small smile crossed the redhead's face as she remembered how incredibly nice John had been that day. He'd been so different from the persona he displayed on TV; she'd seen a sweet, sensitive side of him that the fans didn't see. He'd been considerate enough to not pry and ask her what was wrong, but she'd told him nevertheless. He'd become furious, promising to hit Edge extra hard in the ring.

Edge.

A frown replaced the smile on her face. Over the past few months, she'd become increasingly confused. He often snapped at her and was so different from the man he'd been when their relationship started. He'd changed so much...and certainly not for the better, obviously, as he'd been spending time with Trish. Trish, who used to be her best friend.

Her hazel eyes now narrowed. She was ready to get her revenge on Trish...and especially Edge. Noticing that John still had his arms around her, she pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes.

"So...you want the championship belt back?"

"Hell yeah, woman."

"Thought so. Want to help me get a little revenge on Edge?"