Title: Goodbye Isn't Forever
Author(s): Sailor Starlight Girl
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
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Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances own or claim to own World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) under any purpose, way or form. WWE is © Vincent Kennedy McMahon unless stated otherwise.
Authoress Note: I know, I know… It's again, been ages since I last updated by right now, I'm kind of working on other things at the moment. Like, more on Anime but I'm not giving up on this fic. No way! This has been just the beginning of something I really like and I refuse to let this fic die as all the rest of my other ones pretty much have (well, okay, the multi-chaptered ones, anyway.) But since I have people who still actually care to review and whatnot, I shall keep trying to write and keep as motivated as possible for you guys.
Thanks so much to all of you.
For caring, for support and most importantly, for reviewing, adding it to your favourites and everything else along those lines. Without you, I'm not sure where I'd be.
Thank You.
Now without further ado, onto the fic.
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Chapter 9: You'll Pay For This!
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It was all over the RAW roster by now, Stacy Keibler was in hospital and a certain diva couldn't help but feel sorry for herself for putting her in there in the first place. Yes, Trish Stratus felt a thing called guilt. But that didn't help the fact that she needed to put that bitch in her place.
I mean, she was the Women's Champion after all. It was only fair that she got the best treatment, the top position as the most dominant diva in the WWE, the best matches and most of all… The best guy on the RAW roster…
"It's only fair," the blonde Canadian whispered to her reflection in the mirror before her. "I mean, it didn't mean to happen like this, right? So I really shouldn't feel so bad about what happened between me and Randy."
She paused as she picked up the brush and combed through her golden locks with a small smile.
"It's not my fault she got in the way."
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It had felt like forever since Randy Orton had left the RAW arena to head off to the hospital, he was sure that all the other superstars, including the McMahon's and Eric Bischoff would be there in about 3 hours or so after the show to check on her condition. But he wanted to be the first to see her beautiful face and the first to say he was sorry.
He knew skipping his match on RAW that night against… god-knows-who. He'd long since forgotten and just decided to just leave without being excused. Randy didn't care.
All that mattered to him was Stacy—
Of course he cheated on her… But it was just temptation. He didn't feel anything for the blonde Canadian. Hell, he didn't even expect her to find out through him. Actually, now that he mentioned it… He didn't mean for her to find out in the first place.
Son of a bitch.
He clasped the wheel as he swerved a corner, just missing another car on the wet intersection.
The other horn beeped furiously at him.
Randy didn't care.
He just kept going not even bothering to notice who was in the other car—
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"Friggen' hell," a very furious Vincent Kennedy McMahon swore, his body shifting over to that of the lap of his son-in-law, Paul. Paul lifted an eyebrow, more disgusted at the fact that Vince had landed in his lap rather than the particular driver.
"Uh… Vince," Paul murmured, ever so slightly, directed towards where Vince had his hands—
Stephanie and Linda exchanged glances, almost in a… nervous, yet embarrassed way.
Vince quickly removed his hands back into his own lap. "Sorry," he mumbled, apologetically before changing his focus back to the road.
"Driver, how long until we get back to where ever the hell we were going—"
The driver arched an eyebrow at back at the billionaire, "20 minutes, sir."
Vince hated that his precious limo was stuck in the repair shops. Stupid blown gasket, he thought angrily to himself. He had to 'rent' a car like everyone else. It seated: himself, Linda, Steph, Shane, Paul and of course, the driver.
"So, Linda, heard anything else from the hospital?" Hunter asked, breaking that of the ten minute silence.
She shook her head, sympathetically. "No, I haven't heard anything since you guys first heard. But the good thing is that Chris Irvine is with her at the moment so Stacy will be in good hands. I just know it."
Linda finished with a soft, reassuring smile.
Hunter nodded.
Stephanie then noticed the depressed look upon her brother's face as he looked aimlessly out the window, seeming not to pay much attention to those in the car beside him.
"Shane?"
He snapped his head up and turned it around to face his younger sibling.
"Huh?"
Stephanie frowned, placing her hand upon his shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked generally.
Shane quickly nodded. "Sure, Steph. Why wouldn't I be?"
The blonde forced a worried smile as her brother turned to look at her.
"She'll be okay, you know." Stephanie reassured her brother placing a single hand upon his shoulder. "I mean, you guys have been friends for so long, but you know she's a strong woman, that Stacy. She'll get through this. Don't worry so much—"
Shane nodded, forcing a smile. "You're probably right."
Besides, Shane thought to himself, it's not Stacy I'm worried about, it's that bitch who put her there in the first place… Trish Stratus. She'll pay. So will that asshole Randy Orton for hurting her in the first place— Next time I see them, they will surely pay.
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I'm not sure if I have any plans to write more soon, however, if I keep getting motivation then it shall make me want to write more and more. So please take some time to read and review. Thank you.
- Sailor Starlight Girl.