Trish walked out of the locker room with a satisfied smile on her face.
She had just been sick and tired of Test always putting her down. She felt
good as she thought of what she had done to him. He deserved that and so
much more. But the little revenge that she had managed to give him would
satisfy her for now.
She felt a burning in her cheek and remembered that Test had hit her. She tentatively touched her cheek and hissed at the pain that had caused. She knew that it was not going to look pretty in the morning. She walked trying to find the nearest mirror so she could assess the damage.
She found a mirror, and hesitantly looked into it. She gasped at the huge red mark that marred her face. It was worse than she expected. The mark took up her whole cheek, and it was turning darker every second. She was still a little bit shocked that Test had hit her in the first place. He knew he was a bad person, but he didn't know that he would result to hitting her.
Kurt happened to be walking by as Trish was looking at her cheek. He looked over at the blonde diva, and at first thought she was just checking on her makeup. He figured that's what divas did. Then he saw the huge bruise starting to form on her cheek and gasped in shock.
"Oh my God what happened?" Kurt asked.
Trish turned around abruptly, "Kurt!" she said surprised.
"Your cheek, my God," he said walking closer to her.
"It's nothing Kurt," Trish said trying to shrug it off.
Despite their moment the previous week, she still found herself a little nervous around Kurt. He had shown her that he was indeed human, but still she couldn't escape this weird feeling when she was around him. And now was no exception.
"Nothing? You call that nothing?" Kurt said as he looked at her cheek closely.
"Um, it'll be fine, it's just a bruise, nothing's broken."
"Well, that's good, I guess, but what happened?"
"Kurt, it's ok, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"Trish, I know I may not be your friend, but I think I have the right to be concerned about someone."
"Kurt, really, I don't need your concern," Trish said, turning to walk away. She was stopped by Kurt's hand on her arm.
She noticed how soft he was as he grabbed her arm. Unlike Test, who always made sure to have a hold of her. His grasps were always hard, and almost brutal. Now that she thought about it, she shouldn't have been surprised that he hit her, it was only a matter of time before he did.
"Trish, you can trust me you know, I may seem like a jerk, but I'm really not."
"Kurt, I appreciate the concern really, I do, make no mistake about that, but I AM ok."
"What's going on here?"
Kurt and Trish turned to see Test standing a few feet away. As she saw him, Trish's eyes widened in surprise. She noticed that he had a hand across his abdomen, and she felt a small sliver of victory as she realized he was in pain.
"None of your business," Trish replied with an edge in her voice.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Test said.
"I'm talking with Kurt," Trish said.
"I think we need to go back to the dressing room," Test said, almost threateningly.
"No, I don't think so," Trish answered.
"Um, should I leave?" Kurt asked.
"No, of course not Kurt," Trish said turning to him, "In fact, we were just leaving."
Trish put her arm through Kurt's and started pulling him away. She was not going to put herself in a position of being alone with Test. She knew what he wanted to do to her, and she would be damned if she let something like what happened earlier happen again. They walked down the hallway, and turned the corner before Trish let go of his arm.
"Trish, what was that about?"
"Kurt, you don't want to be involved in anything that has to do with me ok."
"Who says?"
"Trust me, you don't."
"He did that to you didn't he?" Kurt asked, silently fuming.
"I don't know what you're talking about Kurt," Trish said, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Yes you do. Did Test do that to your cheek?"
Trish looked at him, contemplating whether or not to let the truth out. She didn't know if she could trust Kurt, but she had been holding this in for a long time. She needed to tell someone, even if it was Kurt Angle. She was willing to put her trust in him.
"Yes," she answered looking down, hating the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.
"Damn him," Kurt muttered under his breath.
"Please don't tell anyone Kurt," Trish pleaded.
"Why shouldn't I? He hit you for God's sakes! Has this happened before, and tell me the truth."
"This is the first time."
"Bastard," Kurt said angrily. Trish looked at him surprised by his concern.
"Kurt, I'm ok, really," Trish said.
"What has he done to you Trish?"
"It's not important," she told him, not wanting to reveal all that she'd had to suffer through.
"I'm willing to listen, I promise."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Come on, let's go to my dressing room."
Trish thought a moment before nodding, "Ok."
They walked to his locker room, and Trish looked at him, his gaze forward. She could tell that he was angry. His eyes gave everything away. She found herself happy that she could confide in Kurt, maybe they could even become friends.
They reached his locker room, and he opened the door. Inside they found Jericho and Stephanie sitting on the couch. Stephanie was in Jericho's lap as he was tickling her stomach, and she was laughing incessantly.
"Hey guys, would you mind if we could have some time alone?" Kurt asked the couple.
Jericho and Stephanie looked at the two people standing in the doorway. They both noticed the bruise on Trish's face, and the look of anger that was plainly on Kurt's face. They didn't want to ask questions so they just nodded, got up from the couch and left.
"Sorry about that, I share a locker room with them."
"No, it's ok, it's nice to see that some people are happy."
"Yeah, sometimes they're too happy, why don't you have a seat," Kurt suggested as he saw her standing awkwardly.
"Thanks," she said, sitting down on the couch.
"So what happened?"
"Test is awful," Trish said, tears starting to fall down her face, "He was so nice in the beginning, but now he's-he's awful!"
"Shh, shh, it's ok," Kurt told her, wanting to comfort her, but not knowing how, "Why is he awful?"
"He always berates me, and puts me down, for nothing most of the time. He was always controlling everything about me. I couldn't do anything right."
"That does sound awful. What kind of things would he tell you?"
"That I was a bad person, and that no one would want me because I was like a plastic Barbie doll, and that I was a horrible wrestler," she sobbed.
Kurt took her into his arms, not caring what she thought about it, "Well, he's a liar, you're not any of those things."
"Really?" Trish said looking up at him.
"Yeah, he obviously doesn't know what he talking about."
"Thank you for listening to my sob story."
"It's ok, I couldn't let you suffer alone."
"Well, sure you could, but I'm glad you didn't. I'd like to consider you a friend."
"Only if I can consider you one."
"Deal," she said smiling through her tears.
She felt a burning in her cheek and remembered that Test had hit her. She tentatively touched her cheek and hissed at the pain that had caused. She knew that it was not going to look pretty in the morning. She walked trying to find the nearest mirror so she could assess the damage.
She found a mirror, and hesitantly looked into it. She gasped at the huge red mark that marred her face. It was worse than she expected. The mark took up her whole cheek, and it was turning darker every second. She was still a little bit shocked that Test had hit her in the first place. He knew he was a bad person, but he didn't know that he would result to hitting her.
Kurt happened to be walking by as Trish was looking at her cheek. He looked over at the blonde diva, and at first thought she was just checking on her makeup. He figured that's what divas did. Then he saw the huge bruise starting to form on her cheek and gasped in shock.
"Oh my God what happened?" Kurt asked.
Trish turned around abruptly, "Kurt!" she said surprised.
"Your cheek, my God," he said walking closer to her.
"It's nothing Kurt," Trish said trying to shrug it off.
Despite their moment the previous week, she still found herself a little nervous around Kurt. He had shown her that he was indeed human, but still she couldn't escape this weird feeling when she was around him. And now was no exception.
"Nothing? You call that nothing?" Kurt said as he looked at her cheek closely.
"Um, it'll be fine, it's just a bruise, nothing's broken."
"Well, that's good, I guess, but what happened?"
"Kurt, it's ok, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"Trish, I know I may not be your friend, but I think I have the right to be concerned about someone."
"Kurt, really, I don't need your concern," Trish said, turning to walk away. She was stopped by Kurt's hand on her arm.
She noticed how soft he was as he grabbed her arm. Unlike Test, who always made sure to have a hold of her. His grasps were always hard, and almost brutal. Now that she thought about it, she shouldn't have been surprised that he hit her, it was only a matter of time before he did.
"Trish, you can trust me you know, I may seem like a jerk, but I'm really not."
"Kurt, I appreciate the concern really, I do, make no mistake about that, but I AM ok."
"What's going on here?"
Kurt and Trish turned to see Test standing a few feet away. As she saw him, Trish's eyes widened in surprise. She noticed that he had a hand across his abdomen, and she felt a small sliver of victory as she realized he was in pain.
"None of your business," Trish replied with an edge in her voice.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Test said.
"I'm talking with Kurt," Trish said.
"I think we need to go back to the dressing room," Test said, almost threateningly.
"No, I don't think so," Trish answered.
"Um, should I leave?" Kurt asked.
"No, of course not Kurt," Trish said turning to him, "In fact, we were just leaving."
Trish put her arm through Kurt's and started pulling him away. She was not going to put herself in a position of being alone with Test. She knew what he wanted to do to her, and she would be damned if she let something like what happened earlier happen again. They walked down the hallway, and turned the corner before Trish let go of his arm.
"Trish, what was that about?"
"Kurt, you don't want to be involved in anything that has to do with me ok."
"Who says?"
"Trust me, you don't."
"He did that to you didn't he?" Kurt asked, silently fuming.
"I don't know what you're talking about Kurt," Trish said, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Yes you do. Did Test do that to your cheek?"
Trish looked at him, contemplating whether or not to let the truth out. She didn't know if she could trust Kurt, but she had been holding this in for a long time. She needed to tell someone, even if it was Kurt Angle. She was willing to put her trust in him.
"Yes," she answered looking down, hating the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.
"Damn him," Kurt muttered under his breath.
"Please don't tell anyone Kurt," Trish pleaded.
"Why shouldn't I? He hit you for God's sakes! Has this happened before, and tell me the truth."
"This is the first time."
"Bastard," Kurt said angrily. Trish looked at him surprised by his concern.
"Kurt, I'm ok, really," Trish said.
"What has he done to you Trish?"
"It's not important," she told him, not wanting to reveal all that she'd had to suffer through.
"I'm willing to listen, I promise."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Come on, let's go to my dressing room."
Trish thought a moment before nodding, "Ok."
They walked to his locker room, and Trish looked at him, his gaze forward. She could tell that he was angry. His eyes gave everything away. She found herself happy that she could confide in Kurt, maybe they could even become friends.
They reached his locker room, and he opened the door. Inside they found Jericho and Stephanie sitting on the couch. Stephanie was in Jericho's lap as he was tickling her stomach, and she was laughing incessantly.
"Hey guys, would you mind if we could have some time alone?" Kurt asked the couple.
Jericho and Stephanie looked at the two people standing in the doorway. They both noticed the bruise on Trish's face, and the look of anger that was plainly on Kurt's face. They didn't want to ask questions so they just nodded, got up from the couch and left.
"Sorry about that, I share a locker room with them."
"No, it's ok, it's nice to see that some people are happy."
"Yeah, sometimes they're too happy, why don't you have a seat," Kurt suggested as he saw her standing awkwardly.
"Thanks," she said, sitting down on the couch.
"So what happened?"
"Test is awful," Trish said, tears starting to fall down her face, "He was so nice in the beginning, but now he's-he's awful!"
"Shh, shh, it's ok," Kurt told her, wanting to comfort her, but not knowing how, "Why is he awful?"
"He always berates me, and puts me down, for nothing most of the time. He was always controlling everything about me. I couldn't do anything right."
"That does sound awful. What kind of things would he tell you?"
"That I was a bad person, and that no one would want me because I was like a plastic Barbie doll, and that I was a horrible wrestler," she sobbed.
Kurt took her into his arms, not caring what she thought about it, "Well, he's a liar, you're not any of those things."
"Really?" Trish said looking up at him.
"Yeah, he obviously doesn't know what he talking about."
"Thank you for listening to my sob story."
"It's ok, I couldn't let you suffer alone."
"Well, sure you could, but I'm glad you didn't. I'd like to consider you a friend."
"Only if I can consider you one."
"Deal," she said smiling through her tears.