Here is the third chapter.

John spotted Trish once he arrived. "Oh John. I'm glad you're here.'' she said. "What happened?" John asked.

"I was just going over to the hotel they were staying to visit them, when I saw at least three cop cars, and an ambulance. And that's when I saw Maria being stretchered out of the room, then I saw Mike being taken out of room in handcuffs and put in the back of a cop car." Trish replied, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What about Fredricka? Their daughter?" "She's unharmed. Thank god." she said. John let out a huge sigh of relief.

John and Trish walked over to the receptionist. "Hello ma'am. We're here to see Maria Kanellis." John said. She looked on her clipboard. "She's in room 14. It's to your left, and it's the second to last door on the right." she replied.

They headed over to her room. They went inside, and John's stomach turned when he saw her face. She had a left black eye, a large cut on her left cheek, and a bruise on her right cheek. There were some bruises on her arms.

Maria was surprised when she saw John. "John? What are you doing here?" she asked. "Trish called me and told me what happen." he replied.

"It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't mean to hurt me." Maria replied. "You've been saying that for the past three months, yet he keeps hurting you!" Trish shouted in frustration making her jump.

"He's been hurting you for three months?" John wondered, in shock. "He's just been going through a rough time. Ever since he got released from WWE he's been going through depression." Maria added.

"Well still, he shouldn't be doing that to you." John replied. "Please don't make this something more than it already is." Maria pleaded.

"This needs to stop Maria. You need to leave him." Trish said. "I can't! I love him! And he loves me! And he's the father of my child." Maria replied.

"This is domestic abuse. Lita, Torrie, Stacy and I are really worried about you. We've talked about it, and we think you should file for divorce." Trish replied.

"I just can't Trish. You people wouldn't understand." A nurse came in with a lunch tray. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are up." she replied.

Trish let out a frustrated sigh as she and John left the hospital. "Hey John. Could you give me a ride back to the motel I'm staying at? It's on the other side of town." she asked.

"Sure." he replied. About a few minutes on the road John could sense the sadness on Trish's face. "Hey, you okay?" he asked. "I'm really worried about Maria." she replied softly.

"Me too. But what can we do? We can't force her to divorce her husband." John said. "You have no idea how bad it is for her right now." "How so?"

She lets out a sigh. "She doesn't know it, but I heard Mike hurt her from up close." "You did?"

"It happened on her baby shower. A few months before she gave birth. We were having a great time. She was opening presents, having some cake and a little champagne." "Sounds fun."

"It was. Until Mike came home. After I was done using the bathroom I overheard them talking in their bedroom. Their door was open just a crack, so I was able to hear what they were saying. It sounded like she was trying to console him, but then he screamed at her to not touch her. Then he started calling her names. Things like a dirty slut. I couldn't believe my ears. Then..." Trish struggled to keep her composer.

"It's okay. Take your time." John said softly. "Then I heard her scream, then there was a crash. And a loud thud." Trish started sobbing. John put a hand on her shoulder.

She took some deep breaths to calm herself down before continuing. "I quietly went back downstairs, and the four of us ended up leaving. I went back a couple of days later to visit, and when Maria opened the door, I couldn't believe what I saw. I saw stitches on her forehead."

"Did she say anything?" John asked. "When I asked her what had happened, she just told me she just slipped and fell and hit her head on the edge of the sink. She said she wasn't feeling well and didn't want any company."

"I didn't push it. Because even though I knew she was lying about how she cut her forehead, I figured it was an accident. That maybe Mike just threw something and meant to throw it down to the ground or at a wall, and it ended up hitting Maria."

"But then almost everytime we would hangout, she would be hiding bruises and cuts all over her body. I would ask her how she got them, and she would always said she hurt herself, or that it was an accident."

Trish took a couple of deep breaths. "As time went on I got more and more worried. I was afraid something was going on between them. I was afraid Mike was hurting her. She kept saying they're going through rough times, just like she said just a little while ago, but I don't buy it one bit." "I really don't know how to respond to that." John replied.

They made it to the motel. She was about to get out of the car before she turned to face John.

"John. Will you promise me something?" she asked. "That depends. What exactly are you asking me to do?"

"Will you talk to Maria? Try to knock some sense into her. Not literally of course." she said. "I don't know if I should get involve. I mean I don't like seeing Maria hurt, but I don't want her getting mad at me."

"Please John? At least try to talk to her. I'm afraid Mike will do something worse to her. Or her daughter. Oh god I can't imagine him hurting his own daughter!"

"Calm down. Okay. I'll try to talk to her." John said.

"You promise?" she asked in her little girl attitude. John sighed. "I promise." giving Trish his signature smile. She smiled back. "Thanks John. You're a great man. I'm sorry things didn't work out for you and Nikki."

"It's okay. Stuff like this happen to everyone. Like with you and Chris Jericho." John joked. Trish sighed softly. "I know. Talk to you later." she said before getting out.

As he got home he thought about what Trish said. He should try to tak to Maria. Not today though. Based on what Trish told him and what she went through she needs some peace and quiet.

Thank you for reading the third chapter.