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It didn't feel right, not now, not after what she'd just done to him last night. Just a few hours ago she was telling John the cold hard truth and she couldn't even find the common decency to stay away from Trish even a day.

All night she had wandered the halls of the hotel, her minding travelling even faster then she was, as she paced back and forth the floors. She told herself to just have the common decency to stay away from the other blonde for just a little while, she told herself that John at least deserved that much respect before it was flaunted in his face. Because now that it was out to him, she had every intention of making it an open thing to everyone. She knew in her heart that she loved Trish, no matter how hard she had tried to fight of those feelings. And now that she could admit that, she wanted anyone and everyone to know. She just wanted to give John a little time.

But alas she couldn't seem to do that...Torrie couldn't even find the strength to keep away from the bombshell for more then a few hours. The more she thought about it, the more she was dying to tell her. And the more excited she got, the faster she wound up at Trish's door.

She looked at her hand in front of face and noticed that she was shaking as she began to knock. The butterfly's in her stomach could surely make her float away. She'd never been more excited or nervous, at the same time, in her whole life.

Her hand finally connected loudly with the wooden door before her, and it wasn't long until she was met with the satisfied smirk of Trish Stratus. The blonde woman reached out to grab Torrie by the hips, "Finally we're alone." She said smiling, dragging her inside and shutting the door.

Torrie smiled back at her, "Miss me?"

Pulling her even closer Trish began to softly kiss her neck, "So much."

The Boise native giggled as Trish pushed her back onto the bed and straddled her. Kissing her feverishly Trish yanked at her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head, "Tell me Cena is going to ruin this again..." She panted, moving her mouth to Torrie's abdomen.

"No I don't think that's going to be a problem."

For some reason Trish didn't like the way that sounded, "Really, whys that?" She asked softly, sitting up. "Think of some extremely clever ploy to keep him busy while we get busy?"

Torrie reached out to play with the Canadians hair, "No," She said with a laugh, "Because I left John, I want to be with you Trish...only you."

The other woman jumped back of the bed, "You idiot."

Confusion washed over Torrie's face, "Excuse me?"

Trish picked up her discarded t-shirt and flung it her, "You've completely ruined everything."

Standing up she tried to move closer to the woman she was hoping would be her girlfriend by now, "I don't understand, I thought you'd be happy. We can finally be together, don't you get it?"

A shriek left Trish's mouth, "Don't you get it? I don't want to be with you!"

"You don't mean that." Torrie pleaded, tears already rolling down her cheek.

"Of course I mean that," She replied angrily, "I told you not to tell him and you went and did it anyway."

"Why does it matter that he knows, shouldn't you want him to know? I'm so confused here Patricia."

"You're confused because you were too stupid to realise that I never wanted anything more then sex from you Torrie. You were, and are, nothing more then a game to me....a play thing. And now it's over, because the thrill was stealing you away from him...the fun was in the fact that you were a straight girl that I was luring into my bed at night instead of being home with her boyfriend."

Torrie's hands were covering her face as she tried desperately to wipe away all the tears in her eyes, but they just kept coming.

"Now look at you," Trish spat, "You're pathetic....and you're worthless to me. Go, get out!"

Sobbing uncontrollably the former Smackdown diva took off, not even bothering to put her shirt back on. Her heart was breaking, she'd walked into the hotel room with it on her sleeve and now it was in a thousand little pieces. She felt so violated, so used and Torrie actually felt physically ill. She never thought someone could do that to her, but after what she did to John she thought maybe that was exactly what she deserved.

Trish slammed the door as the Boise belle left, for once she had stuck around a little longer and what did she have to show for it...someone claiming to love her. Trish Stratus didn't do love, the word wasn't even registered in her vocabulary.

But as she laid back in the bed alone, the strangest feeling rose up from her stomach. If she didn't no better she'd say it felt like remorse, but that obviously wasn't it. Because why should she care if Torrie looked so completely broken? She was an object and nothing more...seeing her hurt wouldn't effect her. Yet unexplainably enough Trish felt suddenly...empty.