The next morning began with a start as the RAW roster all woke up early, packed and headed towards the airport.
They were assigned to leave the areana by 8:15, and then meet to board their plain to their next destinition around 11:00. Most went out for some breakfast, or just hung around with some friends before saying their goodbyes.
Trish called up John's room, and Lita's room so that they could leave together and get some breakfast.
For once Lita had gotten some sleep, she felt suddenly more secure now that she knew that Trish and John knew, and wanted to protect her. Plus it also helped that it was so obvious that John would do anything for her. She woke up took a quick shower, dried her hair slowly and changed into a long-sleeved plain dark purple stretch top, and some black cargo pants with a couple of small chains going from one side to the other, and grabbed the same Michigan cap as she wore yesterday.
Her body still ached easily, and her stomach was feeling a little woosy, but she took a deep breath as she thought to herself, this is NOT going to ruin my day, and not unless I can't still help it will he continue ruining my life!
Trish and John left their rooms at the same time, met eachother in the hallway and walked towards Lita's room. Trish knocked on the door, and almost immedeatly Lita swung the door open and let them in.
"Sorry, gimme like 5 more seconds and I'm done." Lita said as soon as she opened the door.
John laughed and Trish just rolled her eyes and sat down on the tip of the bed, opened her purse and dabbed some foundation on.
Lita quikly ran into the bathroom, and tried her best with her own foundation to cover up the bruise around her eyes. It was pretty big, from over her eyes to the top of her cheeck bone, on the plus side it wasn't that dark, just pretty blue. nothing some good foundation can't cover, Lita laughed to herself.
But when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, whatever laughter in her had washed out, it was hopeless, it was still obviously there and unless she was willing to change her whole skin color on her face 5 shades darker to match the bruise it was going to show.
Lita looked at the side of the mirror still facing it, and could see John Cena watching her from the mirror. Their eyes met.
Lita's POV (point of view)
OMG! he's staring at me...sigh. I wish he would stop, it seems like everytime I see him he has those sad looks in his eyes. oh my goodness he makes me feel like i want to start crying again. And not because of well, my situation, but because i feel like I've laid this burden upon him, so it is all my fault! And almost as if I wasn't raped by Adam, John wouldn't give a damn!
John's POV
She looks so damn hurt, and concentrating so hard to figure how she's ever going to cover up all that shit that Adam marked her face with. Nice ass though...no wait, how can I even think! about this right now, she has beautiful eyes though, looking into them now I wonder what she's thinking, they look so sad. But I bet that she only just needs some friends around, and some one to kick the living hell outa Adam...she would never find anything in me.
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In the resturaunt, Trish, John, and Lita found a table near the window, settle in and ordered.
While they waited the air was nice, light and warm and everyone was having a great time.
"NO WAY!" laugh Lita aloud as John was sharing with the divas some humorous wrestling tales.
Trish snorted and covered Lita's mouth, " jeez, can you open your mouth any wider!" Trish said in between laughs herself.
John sat there watching them laugh and smile, while doing so himself was laughing.
Suddenly Trish froze, stopping suddenly right in mid-laugh. It was so sudden that Lita who was right next to her, and John who was sitting across from them in their booth froze too.
"What is it?" Lita asked, extremely confused.
Trish just swallowed, the other two followed her eyes, where they witnessed in horror, Adam Copeland spotting them inside, smiling to himself, straigthening his black botton- downed shirt...and walking right in,his eye like theirs never leaving eachother.
John think upon instinct, hustling, motioned for the girls to get up and rushed them towards the back door. Suddenly their waitress appraoched, "Um, excuse me, but I'll have to turn you guys in if your walking out with out paying."The waitress was young, had short blonde hair and look pretty exhausted, and though was rather strict with her words, the group could tell that if they told her their rush, paid her, and gave a fine tip she would move and let them pass. She needed to also, Adam, though walking rather slowly and very cockily, was making his "innocent" way towards them. As they were hoping, they were right, she excepted the pay, thanked them, and stepped out of their way with the urgent/shocked look of their faces.
John pushed the girls, and the door out in the dark ally that proved to be where that door led to. They stopped for a second, as Trish and Lita coward towards John who took a step back to think where to go next. But that was their first mistake.
The same door that Trish, John and Lita previously had burst out from, opened again, this time exiting Adam.
Everyone froze in their place including Adam, though he was the first to move, he slowly began moving sideways until they were parallel to eachother.
"What the hell do want you son of a bitch" John said, fists clenched tightly.
"What the hell do I want? hmmm, good question there, " Adam taunted, "well, basically I want my girl back, or is that too much to ask?" Adam smiled at Lita.
John carefully pushed Trish and Lita farther back behind him, and took a couple of steps forward himself.
Adam equaled him, and took his own couple steps forward, "why don't you and your little punk-ass wanna-be just scoot yourself aside, and mind you own business?"
Lita suddenly jumped in and replied back for the John, " I want to say the same thing to you, leave me ...ALONE!" suddenly Lita jumped forward in an attempt to take down Adam, just to the astoundment of John, pull her back, while she stood there, fett not touching the ground kicking and punch towards Adams direction, but Adam just laughed at the sight, "awww, how cute...she thinks she can actually stand up to me."
Lita stopped her restless kicking, and stood behind John again, Trish found Lita's hand and grabbed it tightly, Lita responded with one too.
"Ok, now that our little comic relief is done, lemme put this in a much simplier way, so maybe everyone here can understand." Adam dug into his brown suede coat, and pulled out a gun.
John took a step back with his hand up still eying Adam who began to slowly smile, "ah, that's what I thought, so now that we all see eye to eye, why don't you just come on over to daddy," Adam directed this to Lita, his gun still pointed at John.
Adam began to laugh as nobody made a move, "come on Lita, daddy promises he'll be a little... softer next time. But what can I say nothing is more fun than watching a whore smack her face into the nightstand--" He was cut off by Trish who stepped forward her eye filled with hate at the man with the gun before her, " If you ever even think about putting a hand on Lita again I swear to god I'll--" but she was cut off just the same by Adam, who look amused.
"Or what? huh? Or maybe next time you'd want me to call you over so you can get a little specail treatment...just like Lita. You little bloned-headed slut."
A few seconds of silence fell, then Trish took some steps back next to Lita and instantly hung her head.
Adam smiled, "good, I'll take that as a yes."
"If you know what's good for you, you'llshut up and put that gun down" John said sternly, he was starting to get sick of this and just wanted to put Adam down.
"Why don't you just come a little closer and make me? Adam loaded the gun up and continued pointing it at John Cena.
"No!" Trish shouted, Litatrying to hold her back.
"I told you to SHUT THEFUCK UP!" Lita wimpered back at that but Trish stayed rooted in her place, while John anxiously watch Trish and the gunin Adam's handat the same time, but didn't quite expect what happened next.
Adam and Trish stared at eachother for a long while, and Lita had the sinking feeling that there was more going on between them than she had always thought. Adam slowly moved the gun's point away from John to where the girls were standing.
"Adam! no wait please stop I'll go with you! Just don't hurt any of my friends!" Lita exclaimed.
"No, I won't let you" John shuffled back to the them and hugged Lita, " I love you" he wispered into her eat.
Lita was still holding onto Trish's hand, so Trish was more like pulled into the hug also, so the three of them were in a small tight hug, of tangled arms reaching for eachother.
Suddenly a bullet shot out of Adam's gun.
They all stopped dead, none of them moved a muscle, nor did they dare look around, fearing the fact that each had no idea which of their dear friends next to them had been shot.
Suddenly, Trish gave out a wimper...and fell to the ground.
"NOOOOO!" Lita shouted, and fell to the ground next to Trish, who was breathing rather hard and fast, clutching the top of her stomach where blood was pouring out endlessly.
Tears began falling from Lita's face as she watched in horror, as her one and only best friend was dying.
Lita began to sob, and very loud, her worst nightmare was coming into effect, she was hostage with the man that she loved to the man that had hurt her, the same man that had just shot, and as Lita continued looking down through blurry eyes at her dear friend, had killed her.
Lita fell atop Trish's body and cryed harder and harder by the second.
"Eh get up ya bitch and stop your complaining...I was actually aiming foryour little lover boy first, but on the plus side I was going to kill her immedeatly afterwards anyway."
Lita stopped crying, and looked up at Adam, "I hate you", said Lita, her voive shaking so much that she was nearly talking in a wisper.
"Ah well, we all have that one person in our lives that we abhor I guess, basically either way right after I shoot John-fucking -Cena right now, I can rape you again right here in this alley, you know...have some fun." Adam winked down at Lita who was shaking from rage, and could now not see at all from all the tears streaming down her face.
John was down on his knees, unable to cope with what happened, in his mind blaming himself, but once he finally did he stood up again, and this caused Adam's eyes, and gun to shift back at John.
"So where were we, ah yes just about to shoot the living shit outa Cena boy."
"Oh I don't think so." John said
"And I don't know whether you noticed or not, but I don't give a damn what you think or not."
"Well this time you just might want to---"
John leaped forward, catching Adam off guard, so as he wasn't expecting this John knocked Adam to the ground and gun went skidding out of his hands and a few feet away.
They stayed there rolled over eachother, each trying to kill the other with as many punches in the face they could get before they rolled over again and switched positions.
Except this time Adam was on top of John, and he was punching John in the face way too many times that John couldn't make a come back. Adam stopped to breath for a few seconds, before he pulled his hand back and delivered another hard blow, "One more and I win bitch," Adam said as blood was also pouring out fo his own mouth, "I've been waiting a pretty long time for this ya know, well nighty-night" Adam spat one last time in John's face before he pulled his fist back one last hard time-- before a gun shot went off.
There stood Lita standing above the two men with Adam's gun in her hands, watching as Adam fell to the floor, emptyness in his eyes.
Next thing either of them knew they heard sirens, and could just recall being pulled into the ambulence, Lita still never stopped from crying as she watched as Trish's body, covered in white sheets was carried into another ambulence beside hers, followed by the body of Adam Copeland.
At least she still had John she thought to herself, then laid her head back down upon the seat in the ambulence that the EMS told her to lay her head unpon until they reach the hospital.
At least I still have John
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