Chapter 20
Dave sat in his hotel room, alone. It was as if the events of the day had happened in slow motion. He shook his head as the tears rolled off the end of his nose. "Fucking D-day." He said softly. D-day had always stood for the day that the heroic soldiers of WWII stormed the beach at Normandy. Well D-day also stood for the day that Dave Batista fucked everything up, stormed into his daughter's life and lost it all. Why the hell did I let it go that far?
The morning started typically. If he had known then what he knew now, he would have followed his first mind and stayed in bed with Britain. He would have apologized for making her angry the night before, although he still didn't see what the big deal was. If anything, she should be the one apologizing to him. After all, she was wrong; she had no right to question why he didn't want Chase with Jeff. She didn't know him...not like he did. She didn't know about what happened that night a few years ago.
When he awoke, he wanted to make love to her...let her know that they were ok. That comment Britain made about their relationship had thrown him for a loop, but they were fine. Besides, no matter how good the sex was when she was mad at him, he knew that if he didn't apologize first, it would never happen. He got out of the bed and showered before going to the gym. Today would be a lot like yesterday. Had to work out, finish up the intro footage, then he was doing a commercial for Gold's Gym, before going to the arena. Even though he wanted to feel her on top of him before he left, there just wasn't time.
He placed a small kiss in her hair before grabbing his keys and walking out the door.
Half way down the hall, he remembered that he still had to get the backstage credentials to Chase. Oh, she was going to talk to him today. But he didn't have time to make the 45 minute drive to her apartment to drop them off. He couldn't ask Britain, she was still asleep and he knew that she would rip him a new one again. He'd stopped by John and Randy's room, but didn't get an answer. He thought about going to Christina's room, but that would mean that she would tell Britain and the shit would hit the fan. He didn't know if Ric had checked in yet, he liked to show up right around show time, so his only other hope was...Hunter.
Reluctantly he knocked on Hunter's door. He was greeted by a sleepy asshole. "What the fuck do you want? It's 7:30 in the fucking morning." Hunter's morning approach was just as sweet as it was later in the day.
"I thought we were working out this morning." Dave said to Hunter before walking in his room.
Hunter climbed back in his bed and closed his eyes. "I ain't going. I got something I need to handle right now." He was referring to a phone call he had received from a Charles Bastille, attorney at law. Although Mr. Bastille wouldn't say what he wanted over the phone, he knew it had something to do with Stephanie. He had already agreed to move out, so why would she need a lawyer...unless she was planning on making this a legal separation, which would only mean they were leading to ... He refused to think about that.
Dave sighed. He hated to work out alone. "Can you go up to LA this morning? I need you to give this to my daughter." He handed the credential, ticket and a small piece of paper with her address on it to Hunter. "She's coming to the show, but I never got the chance to get this to her." Dave knew that Hunter was an asshole, but he had proved to be reliable in the past.
"So… get your girl to do it." Hunter said in between yawns. Going to LA wasn't what he had in mind today. He had planned on finding this Charles Bastille's office and beating the shit out of him for whatever he had cooked up with Stephanie.
Dave shuffled his feet, "Can you just take it?" The annoyance in his voice was growing stronger. He was caught off guard when Hunter laughed.
"You're in trouble again, huh." Hunter shook his head at Dave. He would never understand why Dave let that bitch dominate their relationship. And it's not that he really didn't like Britain, she was just too strong for him. He liked his women more docile... more like Stephanie. "Why do you put up with that shit? You got a thousand women lined up to take her place and you let her treat you like shit."
Dave could feel his jaw clinch. He didn't need Hunter or anyone else for that matter analyzing his relationship. "I don't want a thousand other women. I want her." He answered calmly. "Can you do this or not?"
Hunter snatched the items from Dave, "Yeah, but you fucking owe me."
That was it, just the catalyst that was needed to start the D-day massacre. Dave grabbed the pillow and wept into it. It was wrong, everything was so fucking wrong. First Chase and now his Britain.
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Britain woke up to an empty room. The least he could have done was said goodbye she thought pulling back the covers and heading into the bathroom. He must really had been pissed, he never left without kissing her and saying something sweet. He was just being an asshole. She wasn't even that mad about last night, he was just getting on her nerves.
After she had gotten out of the shower, she called his cell. How dare he just leave like that? She looked over to the dresser when she heard his phone ringing. So much for talking to him, now she had to wait around until 6:00 until she could see him and find out what was up.
She made her way to X's room. She used the card key and opened the door and almost died right then and there. "Christina!" She yelled.
X jumped up in the bed and covered herself with the sheet. "What? What's wrong?" She asked sleepily. Britain surveyed the room, clothes were thrown in every corner, the pillows were up on the dresser, X's hair was all over the place, not to mention her make up which was sliding off her face. Britain shook her head as she looked over on the bed and saw none other then John Cena, sleeping.
"You fucked him? Already? You talked to him for all of two seconds yesterday." Britain dared not walk into the room, for she may have touched something with John's cooties on it.
X looked over at John and smiled. "Oh yeah. I got bored after you went to bed...just killing time."
Britain threw up her hands and left her room. This was great, first Dave was being a dick and now X was fucking John. EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW! Britain made her way down to the restaurant alone. She was soon happy to see Ric sitting there drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. "This seat taken?" She asked Ric and gave him a smile.
He folded his paper down and motioned for her to sit with him. "So where's your affianced?" Ric asked taking her hand to inspect the ring. Britain shrugged her shoulders and let her lips turn upward in irritation. "Trouble in paradise?" Ric asked once the waitress had taken her order.
"You know...he's just being an asshole right now." She really didn't want to go into again, but Ric knew Dave. Maybe he could shed some light. "I love Dave's girls, I really do. But everything lately has been about Chase. I'm so sick of hearing about her. He just has her on this pedestal, and it pisses me off. He doesn't put me on one...that's childish right?" She looked at Ric who wouldn't stop smiling. Why was she jealous of Chase? It's not that she was jealous, but maybe if Dave paid her half as much attention it wouldn't be so bad.
Ric shook his head. "You just want him to have the same amount of dedication to you…nothing wrong with that." He sipped his coffee before placing the cup back on the saucer. "He does you know. When we're with him, you're all he talks about. It's a little irritating actually."
Britain smiled. So he did talk about her? She knew he loved her, but it would be nice if he drooled over her when she was around sometimes.
"You don't have kids. You don't understand how much we worry about them." Britain dipped her toast in her Cream of Wheat and listened. "Especially with this situation. We travel 10 months out of a year, and being a part time dad is awful. And this whole Chase and Jeff thing, well it's not easy on any of us."
"Why? Jeff's a nice guy." Why was everyone so against Jeff? He'd been nothing but sweet since she'd met him; more importantly, he was crazy about Chase. He made her happy. "Because he had a drug problem? Like I told Dave, we all have skeletons in our closet."
Ric sighed, he debated if he should tell her the whole story or not. "Look, it's not my place to say. But just know that Dave has his reasons..." He looked up and noticed Randy walking to the door with not one, but two women with him. "That boy's gonna catch something."
His comment made Britain turn around and laugh. "He's not doing anything that all of yall haven't done."
"Yeah, but those aren't the same two that he took up to his room last night." Ric said shaking his head.
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Hunter sat in his car outside of Chase's apartment. He had been trying to figure out how to work the speaker phone feature on his new cell; that is since he had smashed the old one. He had to get the fancy LG phone that had a camera, camcorder, text pad and phone all in one. Sure it looked cool, but how the hell did you work it?
No sooner did he put the phone down and grab for the door handle did his mouth fly open. There was Chase, wearing only a t-shirt followed closely behind by Jeff Hardy. Hunter let the smile cross his lips as he picked up his phone and transformed it to the video camera. That was one feature he remembered the salesman showing him. He sat in the front of his car and recorded it all, he even opened the window in hopes to get audio.
He watched as Jeff moved in front of Chase then turned around to kiss her. And this wasn't a 'see you later' kiss, this was a 'I love you with every fiber of my being' kiss. He smiled, as she wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers through his hair. Although they were talking too low to catch what they were saying, he had them in perfect view; he even zoomed in a few times.
He lowered his seat back as Jeff made his way down the stairs, but made sure to keep the camera phone rolling. "I love you." He heard Jeff say, as he made his way to his rental and panned back up when Chase said it back.
"Oh, Rainbow…you'll learn soon enough." He heard himself laugh before dropping the things from Dave into the Chase's mail slot. Once he got back in the car, he watched his footage. "This is gonna be good." He said before pulling off.
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"So you're mad at me now? Why should you be the only one getting some?" X asked in the car on the way to the Arena.
Britain drove in silence. She wasn't even thinking about Christina and John, she was thinking about what exactly Ric meant by it wasn't his place to say. What was the story behind Jeff? Was he like a serial killer or something? She looked over at her friend who was still talking about how good John was; like she wanted to hear that. She'd lived a long fruitful life without knowing all of the nasty things John could do with his tongue. "At least one of us got laid." She said pulling into the parking lot.
X looked at Britain. "You mean you didn't unleash the beast?" She loved using that term; all of Dave's stage names, she made some sort of sexual references to. It just seemed to fit.
Britain shook her head. "He was trippin', so I didn't get any...I swear it took all I had not to just fuck the taste out his mouth. But, if he's a good boy today, I plan on doing that tonight." She looked over at X's disgusted face and laughed.
The two women made their way into the arena and went backstage to Kraft Services, where they knew they would see the others.
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Hunter paced the halls waiting for Stephanie to answer her cell. "Why the fuck is your lawyer calling me? I thought we were going to try a separation, so we could work on what ever the problem is." He practically yelled into the phone. He avoided the looks from the other wrestlers, while walking into his dressing room for privacy.
"I don't want to drag this out, Paul. Neither one of us are happy..." She started to say before she got choked up.
"I am happy Steph. You make me happy." He softened his voice. How could she think that he wasn't happy with her? "God, baby, I love you so fucking much. I don't want a divorce; I just want you to figure out what the fuck you want." He closed his eyes and listened to her cry. He wanted so much to be there with her, to hold her and to tell her that they would make it through this rough patch.
She was tired of crying, tired of living like this, with him. "We have tried. My dad was right, it can't work." She steadied herself. "I saw you that night, in Buffalo. I saw all those girls you were with. You let them be all over you; you weren't even thinking about me were you?" She had kept that night a secret from him. She had traveled to see him, but when she got backstage, she saw him with all of those women looking all to happy to have them gushing over him, rubbing his chest, sitting on his lap; and he was allowing it, smiling it up.
He thought back to that night. It was during the Diva search tryouts. Those girls were just trying to get nominations. Sure he enjoyed being in their company, but he went back to his hotel, alone. "Steph, I didn't sleep with them. I swear. I've never cheated on you, I never will. I love you." His voice was about an octave higher than normal. Why would she think that? What was she doing in Buffalo?
"And what about the times, when you roomed with the Divas? Why was it always Candice? Is she the one you're fucking now?"
Stephanie's accusations were as hard to say as they were for him to hear. "Where is all this coming from, Steph? You know damned well that I don't control the room assignments. You can ask Dave, whenever there was a mix up, I stayed in his room."
She was running out of ammo, he had an excuse for everything. "Then why don't you touch me anymore? I'm not just talking about sex, you won't even hug me." She held back her wail of agony, "I don't remember the last time you kissed me." It was too long between affections with him, and he seemed to be just fine with it.
Hunter put his head on his hand and listened. "I figured you didn't want me to. Every time I tried, you'd back away." His dander was raised when she laughed in disbelief. "Do you know how crazy I am about you? How every fucking time I see you, I want you." This was no laughing matter, why was she being like this...so much like...Vince.
"If you would have said that to me two months ago, I would have believed you." She held her breath again, "It's too late now. I want a divorce." She whispered before hanging up.
He stood there dumbfounded. "Steph? Steph!" He yelled into the phone and was answered by silence. He burst through the door of the dressing room, he needed something or someone to hit. He stepped in the hall just in time to see Jeff Hardy walking past him smiling on his cell phone. He watched as Jeff walked into the locker room, then he turned back, when he heard the door behind him. Chase walked in casually on her phone too, with that same smile.
Hunter controlled his breathing and went to find Dave.
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Dave watched as Britain and X walked into Kraft Services. He put his hands in his pockets and walked over to her. She was making that face… that pissed off face. "Hey." He said in a deep voice. She regarded him and rolled her eyes. He touched her arm as she walked past him. "Can we talk?"
She walked with him outside into the hallway. "So you couldn't even say goodbye this morning?" She said pushing him in the chest.
He touched her hands and held them close to him. "I did...I kissed you on your head before I left." Jesus, was she mad about that too?
"You know, if you weren't so damn cute, I would really pissed at you right now." She said biting her bottom lip. She wasn't mad anymore, especially since talking to Ric, but she wouldn't just come right out and say that all was forgiven.
He pulled her closer to him and leaned down for a kiss. It was the kind of kiss he had hoped for, the kind that was slow and soft. He pulled away and noticed Hunter walking up to them.
Hunter stood by impatiently watching them kiss each other. Why the fuck should he be so happy? "I need to talk to you." Hunter said rudely.
Britain turned and shot him a fuck off face. "We're busy." She said turning back to Dave, before kissing him again.
"Now!" Hunter yelled and walked away.
Dave sighed. "I'll be right back." He left Britain standing there looking confused.
She threw up her hands and walked back in the room to find X.
Dave found Hunter around the corner, just outside of the locker room. "What?" He asked leaning up against the wall.
Hunter tried to hide his excitement, but leaned up next to Dave and pulled out his phone. "You know the damnedest thing about these phones is they do all this stuff nowadays."
Dave ran his fingers through his hair. "You pulled me away from Britain to tell me about your new phone?" He started to walk away; this was strange even for Hunter. But he was quickly redirected when he heard the word Chase come from Hunter's lips.
Dave watched the footage and could feel his pulse quicken in his temples. "When was this?" He asked glaring at Hunter. At no time did it register that Hunter was taking videos of his kid. He'd probably beat Hunter down if it had. He didn't even wait for a response; he walked back to Kraft Services with Hunter's phone still in hand.
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Jeff and Chase made eyes at each other from across the room. Chase sat with Britain and X and he was sitting with Johnny Nitro. He really didn't know him that well, but he seemed interesting enough. Before he had a chance to answer Johnny's question, he noticed Dave and Hunter walk into the room. Dave looked like he was fit to be tied.
He quickly looked over at Chase as Dave made a b-line for her. He saw as Dave grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out into the hallway, followed closely behind by Britain, some blonde and Evolution, plus one, as Matt called them. He couldn't, he wouldn't, let her go through this alone. He excused himself from Johnny and followed.
"What is this, Chase?" Dave said just inches from his daughters face. He could see the tears forming in her eyes. He played the footage for her and watched as she looked at Britain for help. "I told you to stay away from him! Did you think that I was doing that for my health?"
Chase's chin quivered as her father yelled at her in front of everyone. "Daddy, please. Not right here." She whispered, trying to appeal with his sense of privacy. It would have worked, if Dave was being sensible, but it was a little too late for that.
He straightened up and looked down at his daughter. He waited for an explanation, one that she wasn't ready to give. "Well?" He said looking into her blue eyes, noticing how deep her dimples were when she pinched her lips together.
"Daddy...I love him." She said before breaking down in tears.
The sight of her crying broke Jeff's heart. He pushed his way past John and Ric to get between Dave and Chase. He reached out and pulled Chase to him stroking her hair and glaring at Dave. "This is bullshit, Dave. You gotta problem with me ...don't put her in the middle of it."
Watching Jeff try to calm Chase pissed Dave off more. He snatched his daughter out of Jeff's arms and deposited her over toward Britain. He pushed Jeff up to the wall by his collar.
"Dave...that's enough! Do you really want to hurt the man your daughter's in love with?" Britain asked him.
He shot her a look. "She's too fucking young to be in love." He said before turning back to Jeff. Although he wasn't sure what to do with him, he knew that hurting him badly would be the end result.
Britain yelled louder than she had meant to. "She's about the same age that you were when you married her mother!" He was being such an asshole! And she wanted to marry him, why? Right now she was having a hard time remembering. The look he gave her made her not continue. Dave didn't get angry, not with her, but she knew him well enough to know that it was time to back off.
He turned toward her slowly, "This is about my family. You need to stay out of it."
If Britain were a man, she would have punched the shit out him. What did that mean, his family? She was going to marry him right; didn't that give her rights into the inner sanctum of the precious Batista lineage? "I am your fucking family." She said staring right back at him.
"You just couldn't wait to get her in your bed, right? You like 'em young don't you Jeff?" His attention was now focused solely on Jeff. Even though Randy and John and had done a good job of warding off the crowd that was starting to gather, the people were still staring. Dave didn't care if Vince or Bischoff were there either. This had to settled, once and for all. "How old was that girl, Kelly? 16…17 maybe?"
Jeff closed his eyes. He hadn't heard that name in years, although he knew she was the reason that Dave was so against him and Chase being together in the first place. "I didn't touch that girl Dave...and you know it." He opened his eyes to see a smile on Hunter's face. This was going better than even he imagined.
"But it didn't stop her from getting hurt did it? She was there because of you." Dave started to continue, but stopped when he heard Chase's voice.
"Daddy, I know all about Jeff's past. I know that he did some things when he was on drugs."
Dave turned to Chase with a wicked smile. "Did he tell you about Kelly?" Chase shook her head. "Go ahead lover boy. Tell her all about how you got her high and how she passed out. Then make sure you tell her how your friends ran a train on her. How badly they beat her, how they took turns raping her..."
Chase looked at Jeff and saw the tears falling from his eyes. She didn't know whether to ask him about it or just leave.
"David! Stop it!" Britain yelled, grabbing his arm. "This shit is wrong. What you're doing is wrong!" He wouldn't be reasoned with, and frankly she'd had enough. She tried to get Chase to leave with her, but she wouldn't leave Jeff's side.
"That was a long time ago. I didn't touch her." Jeff said quietly.
"But you didn't stop them either, did you? She trusted you." What did he expect Jeff to do? He was high off his ass, he couldn't have stopped them if he wanted to; not that he even realized what was going on. He had thought it was funny; hell that much coke and 'shrooms made everything funny.
Jeff was tired of this. His past was never going to let him be the person he was trying to be now. "I paid my dues...I went to rehab." He tried to defend himself with Chase's eyes, but they were so full of tears that he couldn't tell if he was getting through. If he could have shielded her from this he would have. He had no intentions of ever telling her about Kelly. All Chase needed to know was that he was a different person back then.
"You got rehab and she got a hysterectomy from what they did to her. Doesn't seem fair..." Dave's dark brown eyes were slicing through Jeff's face. "So what's next? You planning on getting Chase high? Have your friends come over and fuck her too?"
Before Jeff could answer, Eric Bischoff was walking up to them. "I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but we have a show to do. Jeff, you're up in 15 minutes." Eric said in an unusually calm voice. That was before he noticed that Dave wouldn't let Jeff go. "Unless you want to get fined, I suggest you let my superstar go, so he can go do his job. You hear me Batista?"
Dave looked at Eric and released Jeff. They both knew this was far from over.
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It was something in the way that Chase watched Jeff on the monitor that almost sent guilt through to Dave's soul. He walked over to her, more calmly than before and placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm only trying to protect you, Princess." He said somberly. He hadn't expected the look of hatred in her eyes, when she looked at him.
"I don't want your protection. You had no right to do that." She said turning away from him.
No right...no right? That was child for crying out loud. "You're my daughter, I have every right." He said still trying to remain calm.
Randy had walked up to them, he was suppose to interfere in Jeff's match as payback from the last time they were in the ring together...that's what the script had said. He came just in time to hear Chase strike back.
"Your daughter? I'm not your daughter! You're not my real father! You've been playing at it all these years, but you're not. My real father came for me once and you beat him unconscious." She was saddened by the look in his eyes. All of her life, he had been the only father she had known but she was trying her best to break his heart, just as he had broken hers. "I hate you!" She said before walking away.
Something in Dave's mind snapped, because before he knew it, he was outside of the ring. He pulled Jeff down from the apron and lifted him over his head. He threw Jeff's body against the bike racks, used to protect the wrestlers from the crowd. Everyone in the crowd ate it up; they thought it was part of the Evolution act. Only Jeff, Dave and Johnny Nitro knew that's not the way it was supposed to go.
Jeff felt the white hot pain in his side and the shortness of breath that followed. He almost didn't feel the relentless kicks to his side or Dave's hand cracking him across his cheekbone. There was blood, a lot of it, but Jeff couldn't concentrate on that. It was too hard to breathe.
Dave didn't stop. Not until he was pulled off by security. He continued to bite the inside of his lip and his nostrils continued to flair as they took Jeff away on a stretcher. The only time he felt remorse was when he saw Chase's horror stricken face at the whole ordeal, and behind her stood...Britain.
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Dave walked back into Hunter's dressing room. He had just found out that he was suspended for 30 days and fined $5,000 for fighting. Even Eric didn't care about his motives. Now he had to explain it to Britain; he had to make her understand why he had to do it.
They all sat in the dressing room together. Hunter on side, John, Randy and Ric on the other and Dave sat at a table by himself with a drink and Britain standing near by. He was tired of listening to her defend them and telling him that he was wrong. They were wrong; he knew it, Hunter knew it, why was it that she didn't? "He is too old for her! He's seen too much...done too much! Why can't you see that?" He yelled, not caring about embarrassing her. He was angry dammit, and he couldn't stop.
She couldn't believe how much of hypocrite he was being. God, he was being such a jerk. "Do you know how stupid you sound right now?" She yelled back at him. She would be damned if he was going to out talk her. "Our age difference is bigger than theirs is!"
He looked at her as if she were crazy. The veins in his arm started to protrude as he clinched his fist together. The clicking of his jaw was louder in his ear then her words. "My daughter's boyfriend is older then you are!" This wasn't rocket science, was she that much against him or was she really that fucking stupid?
"Well, I'm only seven and a half years older than your daughter! This isn't about their age and you know it. You have some personal vendetta against him...just admit it!" If he couldn't see that his daughter was happy with this man that was his problem. She however was not going to stand by and watch him ruin Chase and Jeff's relationship, especially since he was dangerously close to ruining theirs.
He regarded her with utter contempt. He knew the next words out his mouth would hurt, but she had to see how bad he was hurting. "The only thing a man that age wants from a woman her age is sex! And knowing him, it's not going to stop there, don't you understand that? What else could they possibly have in common? I don't care who you are or how much you claim to love them, that's what it all boils down to." He wasn't going to apologize, she had to know how it worked with older men and younger women, it was like the older guy had an obligation to make the younger woman do things she wouldn't normally do. It was an ego boost; if she was too young to understand that, it was her own damn fault.
She was stunned. Was he talking about Chase and Jeff or them? She slowed her breathing and studied his face. "Is that all you want from me?" She had to ask, almost afraid to hear his answer. She could feel her heart racing as fast as her brain was. She flashed back to all the times they had made love; the countless times he told her he loved her. Is that all she was to him, a piece of ass? After all this time, after all of the money and traveling half way around the world to be with him, this is what it all came down to?
"It worked didn't it?" Even he was shocked at how nasty it sounded. He noticed Ric shaking his head in disappointment. He couldn't worry about that or the look of anger on the faces of Randy or John. Only the stoic look on her face mattered. He wanted it to hurt; he wanted her to cry, like he had been. His brain was telling him to hurt her as bad as he was hurting, but his heart begged him to stop. "All it took was some flowers and you let me fuck you..." He picked up his drink and chugged it back, clinching his teeth against the bitter taste. "..., a few I love you's and I got you to use that pretty little mouth on me..." He could see her eyes; the tears daring not to fall. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't, he had to keep on. "...and a ring; you let me go where no man had gone before."
If he could have pulled the words out of the air and stuffed them back into his wounded ego, he would have. Why did he have to be like that? He was not a malicious person, but he had always been the type to strike back when he was cornered. He had to say something that would make her understand how serious he was about this situation; even if it wasn't true. So maybe that's what it was in the very beginning, back when he first met her. All he could do was think about getting her in bed. And once it finally happened, he couldn't get enough of her; but once he got to know her, really got to know her, he fell in love. But at least now she understood now, she had to.
She tried to steady her legs from giving out. His words had been the equivalent of getting hit in the back of the head with a sledgehammer. She was sure she was having a heart attack, because it was so hard to breathe. Her eyes stung, like someone had just poured onion juice inside of them, but she would not cry; she would not give him the satisfaction. She licked her lips and nodded her head slowly. She stood up straight and looked down her nose at him. She cursed him in Spanish and German at the same time inside, but her words were calm and like silk. "Bravo." She clapped her hands slowly. "You had me fooled." She sucked in her breath to keep from letting the cry in her heart come flying out of her mouth. "You won. You beat me."
His eyes were hard, even though he tried to tell her he didn't mean it with them. But her gaze was piercing. Their entire relationship going through his mind. What the fuck did I do? He wanted to grab her and tell her he was sorry for those stupid things he said. He wanted to tell her that none of it was the truth; that he was hurting and right now he needed her to support him. He wanted to, but he didn't.
Her watery blue-grey eyes couldn't hold the flooding of tears behind them, but she spoke to him with a smile. "God, I'm so fucking stupid... all those times you told me you loved me...all the promises you made...they all ended up with you fucking me. I bet you even had a good laugh with your friends about it. But shame on me, because I believed you. But that was the whole point...for you to get laid, right?"
He tried to will his body to go out to her and hold her. He tried to make his mouth say something to tell her he didn't mean it, he had just said that because he was angry; but he couldn't. He opened his mouth and nothing would come out.
If she didn't leave right now, she was going to loose it. She turned to face the door and with as much dignity as she could muster, she started across the room. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, Hunter sitting by the door, smiling. He waved his hand as a woman would at the fingers; not at the wrist. His voice singing "Bye-bye" as he mocked her pain.
She didn't tell her feet to move, they did that on their own. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself lunging across the table. She felt her fingers cracking against his mouth, as she punched in the face with all of her might. She couldn't stop her hands from wildly hitting him as she cursed him. "¡Tú híbrido! Ésta es toda tu avería. ¿Por qué no podrías dejarnos solos¡Te odio!" 'You bastard! This is all your fault. Why couldn't you just leave us alone? I hate you!'
Hunter couldn't stop her from hitting him. His mouth hurt as he tasted the coppery blood where her engagement ring made contact and split the lip. He stood up and with one hard hand struck her down, his closed hand hitting her in the face. He hit her as hard as he would hit any man. If she wanted to act like a man, by God, he was going to treat her like one. He watched as she spun around and fell to the concrete floor. But he wasn't satisfied; he started to charge at her. He found himself stopped by John who speared him against the wall. He couldn't hear anything they said because all he could hear was his rage in his ears. "Fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you." He yelled before spitting at her and then trying to charge her again.
Dave's brain couldn't decide whether to check on Britain first or to kill Hunter. In that split second, he surveyed the scene; John and Randy had Hunter safely pinned to the wall and Ric was standing over Britain. He jumped to his feet and went over to her. He pushed Ric out of the way and gently placed his hand on her head, moving her soft black hair from off of her face. "Baby?" His voice was almost a whisper, and he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. He had hurt Chase, hurt Jeff, hurt her, he watched Hunter hurt her; this isn't what he wanted to happen. He could see the blood coming from her nose, and the large red handprint from Hunter across her beautiful face.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed scrambling to her feet, unable to control her sobs. "Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" She picked herself up from the floor. She took the ring off her finger and threw it across the room.
She met Hunter's glare and walked out the room. As soon as she was on the other side of the door, she ran. She ran like the devil himself was after her. If she could run fast enough, she could escape the pain in her heart which outweighed the pain in her hand and her face ten fold. She pushed people in the hallway, all she knew is she had to get out.
He had lost everything; his daughter, the woman he loved and one of his best friends. He took one look at Hunter and everything went black. He attacked Hunter, while John and Randy held him. He beat him within inches of his life. He wept while he did it, tears, snot, and saliva coming out of him; giving him the look of a rabid animal. It wasn't until Ric pulled him away did he look down at Hunter's unmoving, bloody body. He didn't care if he had killed him or not. He turned to Ric and buried his head on shoulder and wept.
"What did I do?" He asked almost unable to understand through his sobs. Ric held him and let him cry.
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Now Dave laid on the bed in his hotel room with nothing.. and it was all his fault.