Yay an update...between 2 and 3 chapters left here folks :) review please.

The days past by and soon enough Monday turned to Tuesday, Tuesday to Wednesday and continued until it was once again Saturday and Torrie was preparing herself for her house show match. She bent over and touched her toes, stretching herself out. The Boise native didn't want to hurt herself out there, and since she hadn't really been sleeping she wanted to take any extra measures she could to protect herself...including limbering up more then usual.

She hadn't slept through the night since Sunday, so she was running pretty much on fumes. The guilt was just eating her up inside and she wanted to make it go away. The blonde knew that the only way to do that was to tell John the truth...the whole truth. But she felt like she should talk to Trish before she did that, no matter how much she had wanted to blurt it all to him over the past week she had yet to do so.

She sighed when she saw Trish and Lita walk into the arena laughing together, this was it, now or never. "Hey Trish can I talk to you for a sec?" She asked, running up the Canadian and gently touching her arm.

"Sure babe," She said smiling, walking off down the corridor of the arena with Torrie until they found a small room to talk in.

As soon as the door closed Trish turned into her smiling, pushing her lips to the Boise natives, "I missed you," She panted, grabbing Torrie and pulling her body close to hers.

The other woman was quickly kissing back, moaning against her mouth. "Wait..." She blurted, breaking the kiss and moving back a little to create some distance between them. "I really did want to talk."

Trish sighed and inched towards her again, licking her lips and resting her hands on Torrie's hips, "Ok about what?"

"I want to tell John the truth, I'm sick of sneaking around...I just want to be with you, openly."

She instantly flew back, "No you can't, you can't tell John anything."

Shock washed over her face, "Why?"

The Canadian needed to think of something fast, she didn't want this to all come crashing down around her. She didn't want to let Torrie go, she didn't want their fun to end...but she wasn't about to start something real with her. Trish Stratus didn't do relationships...it was all a game to her. Yet it was a game she didn't want to let go of so easily this time. This one was different; Torrie was different...if she was anyone else this would have been over long ago. Normally once she got the real affection she wanted from the woman she would then dump them. Sometimes she would tell the boyfriend, just to make things more interesting...but right now all she wanted was to keep going. She wasn't ready to let her go.

"Torrie I just don't think it's time...I'm scared of how he's going to take it. Maybe you should wait a while and make sure that it's really what you want to do..."

She tried to fight back tears, "I thought you'd be happy that I wanted to leave him for you."

Trish had to cover her ass, "Baby I am, but I need you to be sure. I couldn't handle it if I had only to see you leave when you decide that you made a mistake," She took Torrie's hand; "I want you to be sure about this."

Torrie smiled at her, "Ok,"

"Now come here," She commanded, touching the other blondes face and pulling her in for another kiss.

The former Smackdown diva left the locker room, but Trish hadn't really changed her mind, she was still dead set on coming clean.

Time passed quickly and the show was soon over, John smiled as soon as he walked into his locker room to find Torrie sitting down on a bench.

"Hey baby," He said to, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead.

She sighed, that would probably be the last time he ever kissed her, and it gave her mix emotions. "We need to talk."

"Oh sounds serious."

Her eyes hit the floor, "It is...I just don't know if we should start this conversation right here in the arena."

John sat down beside her, tenderly laying a hand on her knee, "What is it babe, I always told you that you could tell me anything...Tell me?"

A trembling hand ran back through her hair, she didn't know where to start. How do you go about breaking someone's heart? He'd been her everything for so long...and now she was about to shatter the life they'd worked so long and hard to build...in the matter of seconds. "I cheated on you..." She blurted, unsure of how else to say it....you couldn't really sugar coat something like that.

His eyes flashed fire as he stood up, "You did what?"

She knew he had heard her, "I'm sorry John..."

Swinging his fist he struck the nearest locker as hard as he could, "With who...Randy? I've seen the way he looks at you...I'll kill him."

"No it's not Randy...."

He was loosing his patience with her, "Then who the fuck was it, Jericho? Jay? Tomko?"

She shook her head, "No it wasn't any of them."

"Then who?" He screamed punching the locker yet again, "Spit it out Torrie."

Never had she seen him like this, and she couldn't even bear to look at him, "Trish..."

"Seriously Torrie, who was it, don't protect him...I will find out."

She found the strength to look him in the eyes, "It was Trish."

Looking straight at her, he knew she was actually telling the truth, "You're kidding." He said, his voice ringing with disbelief. But he knew she wasn't lying.

"I couldn't live with myself anymore." She told him, her eyes filling with tears....she was so ashamed of herself, not of her feelings for Trish but for her cheating ways. He didn't deserve that.

He rubbed the back of his neck; John didn't know how to react... "How long has this been going on?" Her head lowered again, she didn't want to have to tell him that. She knew how bad his pride was hurting, "How long?!" He yelled, frustrated that she wasn't answering.

"A couple of months," She said, her voice barley audible.

"A couple of months," He shouted, "A couple of months?" He reached out and flipped over the bench that she wasn't sitting on. "This has been happening right under my nose that long?"

Torrie stood up and tried to touch his arms, "I should have..."

He cut her off, "Don't fucking touch me," The West Newberry native growled, pulling away from her. "Just get out, I can't look at you."

She did as she was told and left him alone, she hated breaking his heart like that....but she felt like the weight of the world was suddenly off of her shoulders.