Chapter 13
WARNING - This chapter main contain subject matter disturbing to some readers. Contains sexual situations.
As Shane and Lita finished off a second bottle of wine, Lita was feeling quite tipsy. She needed someone, she wanted John, but she had to keep reminding herself that she was pissed at him. It was silly and immature, but alcohol will do that to you. It makes the irrational seem rational, and desires seem tenfold. Lita desired John, but what she had before her was Shane.
As Shane notice Lita getting drunker by the minute he decided to help her to bed.
"Lita, you should go to bed. It's almost ten. We had a deal remember?" He said sweetly.
Shane had no intention of leaving. He intended more to close the deal and put the final nail in what would be John's coffin.
"You're right, I really should get to bed." Lita replied and then wrapped her arms around Shane in a lazy embrace. "Thank you Shane for coming by." She said feeling herself falling asleep as she stood.
Shane didn't respond. Instead he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down gently he climbed on top of her. Lita sobered at the weight of his body on hers. She had to think twice before she realized this was not a dream, but was real. Shane McMahon, not John Cena, was starting to make love to her.
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As Stephanie and Triple H were leaving the bar, Stephanie noticed John hunched over at a table in the corner with his head down. It was obvious that he had way too much to drink and would need a ride home.
Stephanie tapped Triple H on the shoulder and pointed in John's direction.
"We have to give him a ride home Paul." Stephanie told him.
Triple H rolled his eyes. That was the last thing he wanted to do was help out a guy who had the WWE Championship belt he felt was rightfully his. It's not like were buddies, or anything even remotely close to it.
"You're kidding me right? John's a big boy, he can find his own ride home Steph. Why do we have to get involved?" Triple H responded.
Stephanie responded back with a raised eyebrow and an evil look in Triple H's direction. Triple H had seen that look before. He knew not to argue.
Stephanie walked over to John and tapped him on the shoulder. John slowly raised his eyes with a grin on his face once he saw Stephanie and Triple H standing there. His head was throbbing and he knew the best thing for him right now would be to just sleep off the night. Unfortunately for John though, he was a stubborn S.O.B.
"Hey Triple H, come to get in some more cheap shots? Go ahead, I'm drunk, now's your chance." John slurred.
Triple H growled. If John wanted him to beat his ass he gladly would have, but it would be in the ring only. Stephanie held Triple H back just in case though. She did not want two of her most high profile wrestler fighting in a bar.
"John, how about we give you a ride home?" Stephanie offered.
John laughed. There was no way he was getting into a vehicle with Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. He may have been drunk, but he wasn't stupid. For all his clouded mind figured, Triple H would drop him off in the middle of no where and make him walk home.
"No thanks lady boss man." John said holding up his hand. " I'll get a taxi if you don't mind."
Triple H smirked. He was thankful that for once he and John were on the same page. He looked down at Stephanie.
"Hey, we tried. Let's go."
Stephanie looked at John one last time with concern and then walked away making sure to call a cab before leaving.
As John got to his feet he wobbled slightly. He looked at his watch.
"Ten fifteen, it's still early." He said to himself.
It took less then a few minutes for a taxi to arrive.
"Where you headed?" The driver asked.
"Boston." John responded. Sobering slightly he then changed his mind.
"On second thought, take me to 54th Street".
John needed to see Lita. Drinking himself to death would do him no good and definitely wasn't going to make things right between them. A completely sober John would have waited until morning before talking to Lita, or even seeing her for that matter, but the more inebriated John felt that he must see her now, and that's what he intended to do.
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Shane descended upon Lita with his lips, hands and body all at once. Quicker than what Lita had been used to but nonetheless creating a need in Lita had been left unfulfilled the last time she and John had touched each other. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Lita's own self need, what ever it was, Lita did not resist Shane in the slightest.
As Shane worked quickly to remove Lita's clothes and unzip the zipper to his jeans, Lita's sobering mind was gaining focus, but still she did not fight. Shane was working his way around Lita's body as if he'd done the same thing a million times before and Lita was letting him. She could hear a voice in the back of her head urge her to tell him to stop, but for whatever reason the words never actually came out and she would soon regret that they didn't.
When Shane finally entered inside of her, Lita winced from the pain, a sound that went unnoticed by Shane. There were no words exchanged, no caressing, this was simply sex at it's rawest from. Lita lay beneath Shane feeling her soul being stripped and practically raped from her. Shane was raping her not in the traditional physical sense, but more in the emotional sense. Shane's movements were methodical and detached. To him, Lita could have been any number of women. She was nothing more than a vehicle for his own personal use and self gain.
As Shane got closer to where he wanted to be, his body penetrated inside of Lita mercilessly. A single tear began to roll down her cheek. If Shane loved her so much as he claimed, then why did this hurt so bad? The question haunted Lita as she waited for it all to end.
When Shane was finished he let out one final gasp and rolled off of Lita to the side of the bed. His breath was still quite heavy as he lay next to her indulging in the gratification of his actions. Lita on the other hand rolled to her side and curled up like a child. The single tear that had escaped from her eyes only moments ago, had now become two, three, four more tears.
Once Shane had regained his composure he turned to Lita and leaned in close to her ear. His warm breath penetrating like a fire.
"Tell John you're one hell of a fuck" He said smiling to himself.
Lita immediately felt sick to her stomach. How could she not see before that this is what the flowers were all about? Shane had used her to stick it to John in a way he knew would hurt John the most. Not only take his girl, but sleep with her as if she were simply a piece of meat.
Before Shane left Lita's apartment he quickly fixed himself by zipping up his jeans, adjusting the collar to his shirt and running a hand through his dark hair.
"You're welcome for the flowers by the way. See you next week baby doll."
And that was it. Just as quickly as Shane had arrived, he was now gone leaving Lita by herself and withering in her own guilt.
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In the meantime, John's taxi pulled up just across the street from Lita's town home. John recognized right away the black Range Rover parked outside and knew exactly who the owner of it was. The personalized license plate was a dead give away "WWEMAC2".
"Damn it!" John cursed to himself and then punched the seat of the car hard.
"Hey, watch it buddy!" The driver yelled back.
"Sorry bro. Listen, I changed my mind again. I need to get to Boston. Get me the hell out of here." He demanded.
The driver rolled his eyes. This is exactly why the weathered driver hated drunks. No matter how normal they may look, they're all loose cannons.
As the taxi sped away, Shane exited Lita's front door, climbed into his truck and left leaving an unsettling stillness in the air. A calm before the storm.
The full moon hung high in the night sky creating an almost haunting contrast between light and dark. Lita and John would spend the night apart and alone, but little did they know that each one had shared the same torment. Neither one of them would get much sleep tonight and neither one would be able to erase the final images of the day.
A/N: Well how's that for drama? I hope it wasn't too over the top. Like I said earlier, this story has just kind of carried me away. My brain hurts now with all the updating. I'll try to have a new chapter soon, but I don't want to rush anything. I'm loving the feedback and it really is helping me to keep this story moving. Thank you once again!