Before I begin, I want to give a lot of credit to my friend Christina..she helped a lot with the ideas!

Chapter Three: "Captive"

Stacy sighed as she drug her feet across the carpet, the early morning sunlight burning into her hazel eyes. The night had been hell for her..all that seemed to consume her mind was the fact that she had a lunch date with Randy, which was inviting but all the while nerve-racking. He wanted to catch up on old times but Stacy was never sure of his intentions..then again, she really had no reason to trust the bastard. But at the same time, seeing his icy blue eyes sent shivers down her spine, made her heart bleed in agony..Stacy sighed as she moved into the kitchen, snatching up her cell to check for missed calls. But she found a text from Randy instead. He wanted her to meet him at The Gallery. Great, about a million blocks from her house, meaning she'd have to leave extra early if she wanted to find a taxi in this crazy city. With a toss of her blonde hair, Stacy forced her long legs to carry her up the steps and into her bedroom, ready to dig through her never-ending closet for an outfit..which, she was sure, would take hours by itself.

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Darkness spread over her room like a plague..but wasn't that normal, wasn't that the way it was for a piece of shit like herself? Her eyes darted around for any sight of something comforting but there was nothing to be found..she was alone..unless you counted her ever haunting thoughts. Jesus, they never went away..she couldn't remember the last time she'd been free and truly happy. All she could see was darkness..and she couldn't leave out the fact that she was nothing, worthless..yes, that was all she'd ever be. Wait..come to think of it, she could remember a time when she was happy..

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She watched the distant light in his eyes..it was almost like staring up into the sky at a lonely star. His hands captured her hips, the warm feeling on his fingers bringing her into another world. But at the same time, it was like he was sucking her soul with his presence. She hated him..for all the feelings he brought up inside of her, feelings she wished were dead.

"What if I kissed you, sweetheart?" Randy whispered into her ear, the feel of his breath on her skin causing her knees to weaken. Words wouldn't leave her trembling lips and he knew it..he knew every little thing that made her speechless. An eyebrow arched as he stared down at her beautiful face, her dark eyes wide with wonder. In an instant, his lips found hers, devouring her tender mouth with his skilled tongue. She felt her guard go crashing down into a thousand pieces at the taste of him..God, why was he doing this to her? But the bigger question was, why was she letting him? Randy backed her against the wall and trapped her in with his arms, his strong chest pressing into hers so forcefully that she could barely breathe, let alone move. But she felt great..almost happy at the feeling on his body on hers..

She opened her eyes, the surprising feeling of hot tears kissing her cheeks. It had been forever since she had shed a single tear..she'd been numb for so long..but she preferred to keep it that way..she was only but a piece of property and if she remained cold, he couldn't hurt her anymore..could he? The woman stared at her reflection and sighed, her blonde hair matted and messy, her once beautiful eyes now clouded with anger and darkness..this woman being Torrie Wilson..

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Trish blinked as she stared from Dave to his wife, the silence in the living room of their home unwelcoming. So much for a peaceful weekend..the last thing this was going to be was peaceful. And Dave wasn't making it any better by staring at the floor as if it were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. Again, so much for her high expectations..

"So..Trish, how did the autograph signing go?" Angie asked calmly, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, it was alright. The people here are very nice.." Trish replied slowly. She half expected to have her head ripped off when she stepped foot into Dave's home but Angie had been everything but mean. But the Canadian could tell that the situation was a tiny bit uncomfortable to Angie..not that she blamed her one bit. The women carried on casual conversation while they waited for Dave, who was still staring at the floor.

"Sweetie, why don't I go make dinner for Trish?" When Angie got no reply, she excused herself from the deathly silent room to head into the kitchen.

"Why the hell are you so quiet?" Dave finally focused his gaze on the blonde sitting before him, his chocolate eyes softening.

"No reason..I'm just exhausted." Trish shook her head in disbelief, her eyebrows rising as she studied the large form of her friend. Right..he could tell her that but she knew something was on his mind..question was, what? But trying to pry a single thing out of Dave was a battle in itself so the blonde let it slide, finding it rather boring to just sit around and stare at him. She pulled herself up and slipped into the kitchen, joining Angie in cooking the roasted chicken. It wasn't exactly easy to talk to a person you'd just met but Trish found it simple enough. She'd always been social. Dave had finally returned to his normal self, which was a relief to both herself and Angie. Dinner went terrific and Trish learned more about Angie's past, finding small things in common with her, which was another surprise. The last thing she expected was to find a kindred spirit within Angie.

"Dave, why don't you go get some rest..you're starting to look crazy," Trish laughed softly, softly nudging him as she stood up to help Angie with the dishes. Dave took her advice and went upstairs to crash since he needed the extra sleep.

"So Trish, what's it like to work in the WWE?" Trish wiped her hands across a dish towel, rolling her brown eyes as she turned to the raven haired woman.

"Hell on earth sometimes..I'm surprised I've gotten this far without Vince putting me into a nuthouse!" Angie laughed aloud, her black eyes twinkling in delight.

"I really like you, Trish..the last thing I'd expected was to get along with you. I don't have too many girlfriends.." she said softly, trailing off into silence. Trish drained the dish water before piling up the clean plates and cups.

"Neither do I..except Stacy, really." Angie nodded swiftly, before turning to check the time.

"I hate to sound rude but I really need to get some rest! Will we see you tomorrow?" Trish dried her hands again as she went to gather her shoes, being followed closely by Angie. Tomorrow was another autograph signing for her so she figured that the last thing she could do was stop by again, only to have to leave in thirty minutes to catch a plane to wherever RAW was off to next. Angie understood and gave Trish a friendly embrace, thanking her for all her help in the kitchen. After the front door shut, the blonde was left in silence. So much for seeing Dave..it was his crazy idea after all for her to come to DC and now that she was here, he didn't even spend hardly any time with her. But Trish quickly shook it off before she headed for her car, finally realizing that exhaustion had taken over herself.

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Stacy smoothed out her dress as she approached the mall, her eyes scanning around for any sign of Randy. She spotted him inside, sitting on the bench by the fountain, his blue eyes closed as he leaned his head back on his arms that were propped up behind him. Stacy let out a shaky breath, one that she hadn't realized she was holding. The last thing she wanted to do was step into the mall and go to lunch with him. But somehow she forced herself to do it.

"Stace! I was beginning to think you weren't coming!" Randy smiled at her as he took her cool hand in his and gave it a soft kiss. Stacy ripped her hand from his grasp moments later, it coming to her knowledge that he was holding her hand as they began walking.

"No..I'm here, evidently. Where are we eating?" Stacy asked, looking around the four story mall.

"Up there at Ruby Tuesday's.." She nodded her head slowly as they got on the escalator up to the third story, where they got off and walked into the small diner. Stacy stayed quiet for most of the meal, her mind wandering in a thousand directions. Randy hated when she stared off into space like that..he knew that something was up. "You wanna share with the class?"

"Excuse me?" Stacy snapped rather rudely, blinking over at the brunette before her.

"What're you so lost in thought about?" She shrugged her shoulders lightly, stabbing her fork violently into her chicken salad.

"Nothing that really concerns you..I'm just tired," Stacy lied, smiling over at him.

"Alright, alright. But Stace..can I ask you something?" Randy leaned forward, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. She nodded at him, dropping her fork to look into his eyes. "I never got to ask you when we had dinner..do you miss us?" Stacy dug her heel into the floor and bit her lip, wishing that she was everywhere but here, under his gaze. Sure she missed being in his arms, missed making love to him..but there were so many things in their relationship that she preferred never to bring up. Things that caused the beginning stages of a breakup. Stacy's mind wandered back to John, her stomach churning in uneasiness. Randy was practically staring a hole into her and it made her want to throw up. "Don't hide your feelings.."

"Why should I even talk about it? I don't have to!" Stacy tossed her napkin down and excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Randy alone at the table. He took a sip of his ice water and shook his head in disappointment. It wasn't like he could force her to talk about anything but he wanted them to get over their fucked up past.

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John Cena shuffled his feet across the sidewalk, slumping his shoulders as he walked along in silence. A strange feeling of guilt was eating at his spirit and it wouldn't go away..not even when he tried to sleep. His mind had recently began wandering back into the past..the times when everything had been at peace..sort of. He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts away..he didn't want to think about that period of time..ever. The sudden sound of heels scrapping the sidewalk brought him from his thoughts, his head whipping around to see who was behind him. John squinted his eyes to make out the face of a blonde woman, a woman who appeared to hang her head in shame. Bitter realization hit him as his icy eyes scanned her figure.

"Torrie?" Her eyes locked onto his as she blinked away tears rapidly, trying her best to put on a happy smile.

"John..hi." She said, waving to him shyly.

"What're you doing walking around this late at night..alone?" he asked slowly, watching her as she wiped at her eyes.

"I can't sleep. So I thought I'd come out walking.." Torrie shrugged absently, wrapping her coat tightly around her tiny frame.

"Yeah, me too." Silence followed their comments, the two former friends not quite knowing what else to say.

"I really need to be going..I'll see you tomorrow at the house show, right?" Torrie asked, smiling when John nodded in reply. The blonde hurried off from where he stood, the sound of her heels slowly fading into silent. It had been forever since he and Torrie had spoken..and it brought back lots of memories to look into her pretty face. But something was wrong with her, he could tell..they never were the best of friends but he knew when something wasn't right. She looked emotionally exhausted, almost empty. He tried to not think of her as he made his way back to his hotel, but the way she looked at him sent shockwaves into his system..

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Randy glanced over at Stacy beside him in the taxi, her beautiful eyes distant as she stared out of the window. He'd been hoping for so much by stopping to see her..but nothing even went his way. Guess that was life. The cell phone in Randy's pocket began to vibrate against his leg, bringing him from his thoughts. The name on the caller ID brought an unusual smirk to his handsome face, a smirk that would've made Stacy cringe if she took the time to glance over at him. But the taxi pulled to an abrupt stop at the apartment building where the leggy blonde lived before she could catch anything. After reminding the driver to wait for him, Randy stepped out to follow Stacy, who was briskly walking up away.

"What's the hurry?" Randy asked, grabbing her thin arm and pulling her back towards him.

"I just want to go to bed. This is not my best day, Rand." Stacy sighed as she flashed him a sad smile, her tired eyes staring back at him intently.

"Stace..you do realize that I leave tomorrow.."

"I'm quite aware, thanks." She said, raising a thin eyebrow at him. Randy sneered as he slammed his hands into his pockets, pulling out his cellphone.

"Can I at least have your number?"

"Fine, whatever, it doesn't matter." Stacy recited her number so quickly that Randy barely caught it.

"Thanks..I'll be calling you." She nodded her head swiftly, turning on her heel. But the blonde stopped suddenly, turning back around to find Randy still staring at her.

"What?" He licked his lips before shrugging, his blue eyes twinkling.

"What a way to say goodbye.." Randy leaned forward and pecked her hand, the feeling of his lips lingering on her soft skin.

"I'll talk to you soon, Randy. Thanks for stopping by." Stacy waved lightly before she turned away without stopping, the sound of her heels becoming fainter by the second. Randy sighed as he flipped open his phone, holding down the number two, before putting the phone to his ear. What the hell could she possibly want? Randy leaned against the wall, crossing his feet as he stood stiffly, waiting for her to answer.

"..Hello?"

"Why'd you call?" He asked, his deep voice sounding into the other line.

"I just felt like it..you always told me to call." Randy chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You been good for me, baby?" Silence followed his comment, the only sound being her soft breathing.

"Like always.." Randy sucked his bottom lip as he raised his eyebrows, before clearing his throat as he began walking back to the taxi.

"That's what I thought. Look, I'll be back tomorrow..see you then, baby." The sound of a dial tone sounded in her ear before she slammed the receiver down, carelessly tossing the phone to the side. She shut her eyes tightly as she buried herself into the covers, the familiar emptiness creeping up in her chest. To be honest, she wasn't looking forward to tomorrow..maybe only a tiny bit. Another tear dropped down her cheek before she violently wiped it away. She had promised not to cry over this..and it was a promise Torrie Wilson wanted to keep..even if she felt captive by him..

Wooo, another chapter down! I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I do writing it. Enjoy and as always, thanks to everyone who takes the time to review..I love hearing your opinions/suggestions. :)