Chapter 32: What!
The next morning, Lauren woke up to Lita receiving room service at the door. "Good morning!" Lita cheered as she handed her a plate.
Once they were finished, Lauren set down her plate and stood up. "I'm going to go see him..." Lita was about to say something, until Lauren cut her off, "...alone."
"Lauren, you sure you want to do that? I mean what if he–or you–what if something bad happens?" Lita asked in concern for her friend. Lauren hugged her tightly.
"Lita, if he really loves me, and I was wrong just like you said, then only good can come out of this." Lauren walked into the connected bathroom, showered, changed and started heading off to Batista's hotel room. She walked to an available elevator, and stood there thinking as it went down. It was all just a misunderstanding. I simply overreacted. So what if Trish is stronger, prettier and...a better wrestler than I am. Her thoughts started getting less and less positive as she continued.
Meanwhile, Batista was already awake and trying to call Lauren's cell. Though she forgot she had turned it off and had left it in Lita's room. After he couldn't call her, he decided to try and talk to somebody else. So he called Chris Benoit, and decided to ask him to help him find her. After a few rings, Benoit finally answered.
"Hello?" he answered, seeming a little irritated about being woken up.
"Hey Chris, it's me. Listen, I need your help. All this shit happened last night with Trish and now I can't contact Lauren," Batista stated worriedly as he paced around the room.
"Well what happened?" Benoit asked. Batista went on to explain his side of the story of what took place the night before. "Wow. Trish can be some bitch," Benoit stated shocked at what she tried to pull. What neither of them knew, was that Lauren was right outside Batista's door at that exact moment, ready to knock. She could hear Batista, as if he were talking to someone else, like on the phone.
"I know. Well I hope that bitch finally got the message. I can't stand her anymore, man! I mean, I was just trying to be the gentleman but she completely took it the wrong way. But now I think she's finally out of my life and I can go on without her being around me 24/7." Batista stated angrily.
Lauren was absolutely speechless. Her hand covered her mouth as tears already began to flow down her cheeks. I...can't believe it! It's true! Her mind was beginning to wander and get dizzy with a thousand thoughts sticking in her head. However one thought came to mind, as she stepped up to the door. Her hand knocked against the painted wood, as she waited impatiently for him to answer.
"Hold on, someone's at the door. Here, come on by my room and we can think of something. Okay bye." Batista told the person on the phone. As soon as he opened the door he gasped. "Lauren! Oh my god where have you be–" but he was cut off by a hard slap to the face (and I mean HARD).
"Don't worry. From now on I won't be the little bitch that follows you around 24/7. I got the 'message' clearly last night when I saw you kissing that trash!" Lauren exclaimed angrily and started running down the hallway. However, Batista ran after her and caught her by the wrist.
"Lauren you've got it all wrong!" Batista called out.
"Let me go!" Lauren screamed trying to pry her hand out of his.
Batista pulled her into his chest. "No I won't! Not until you listen to what I have to tell you!" he told her.
"I said let me go!" Lauren continued to scream.
"If you would just listen–ah!" Batista cried as Lauren made him let go with a kick to the shin and a punch to the face. She ran as fast as she could to the closest elevator, and ran in. As she saw the doors closing, she looked on to see him running after her. Luckily, the doors closed before he could reach her. "Damnit!" he cursed and started looking for the stairs.
Lauren came out on the floor she wanted, thinking Batista had gotten the message and gave up. Somehow she knew better than that, and also knew that he wasn't one to give up easily. Batista made it just in time to see her get off the elevator.
"Lauren!" he yelled. He saw her start running as he ran after her again. He couldn't grab her arm to halt her to a stop without hurting her. So he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and brought her to his chest again.
"I told you to let me go!" Lauren tried to get out of his arms, but it wasn't working. It all ended when she felt Batista suddenly let go of her. She turned around for a quick second to see Chris Benoit trying to calm him down.
"What in the hell is going on here?" he yelled trying to hold Batista back.
"I don't want you to ever talk to me again!" Lauren cried as she pointed to Batista with tears flowing down her face. She took little time in turning on her heels and running away as fast as she could.
"Lauren!" Batista called out trying to run after her.
"Calm down man! Let her have some time to herself okay? Give her time to think," Benoit panted from holding back the Animal. Batista didn't like the idea but agreed nonetheless. He cursed and punched the wall as he walked back to his hotel room. Both he and Benoit walked in and closed the door. "Okay, so what happened back there?" Benoit asked him.
"I don't know. She was standing outside my door, and when I answered it she slapped me. Then she ran away and I went after her. Then she said stuff like...oh no," Batista said holding his face in his hands.
"What?" Benoit asked as he sat down in the chair next to him.
"She must've heard me saying all those things about Trish over the phone. But she must think I was talking about her instead of Trish. This is just not my day!" Batista shouted as he jumped up from his seat and started pacing around the room. "I have to get her to let me talk to her and explain everything, but she won't let me. And she's probably told someone by now, like maybe Lita or–Lita! She could probably help me! I gotta go find her!" Batista stated making his way to the door.
Benoit stood in his way. "Listen man, I know you love her. Hell, half the world knows you love her. So that's why you have to let her have her space. She'll figure it out eventually that she's wrong and come to you. Because if you keep chasing her man, she's just going to keep running away." Batista looked a little resistant to his plan. "Trust me man. Don't provoke her, and I'm positive you'll see her before the next show, and you'll both make up. Or make out, or whatever it is you guys do," Benoit smirked, hoping to lighten the mood. Batista just bowed his head and walked back into the bedroom.
"I don't know how long I can last without her Benoit. I love her. I want her back, where I know she's safe. I don't know now if maybe someone's hurting her or threatening her! I just...I just want her back in my arms again" Batista told him and just walked away. Benoit understood that he needed his own space and left without saying a word. As soon as he left, Batista sat on the bed, and held his face in his hands. Please let Benoit be right. Please let her come back to me.
A/N: Ouch. Poor Batista. Oh well, looks like they're in for some tough times ahead. Now here's some bad news: I won't be able to update for about a week because I'm going to visit my aunt up in Greensburg, PA. So I'm sorry, but I figured I should update at least once before I leave. But here's some good news a lot of you were probably waiting for...the revealing of the MYSTERY WRESTLER FOR MY NEXT FANFIC. And he is...(drum roll)...CHRIS BENOIT! The winner of guessing him was none other than Halo27. Congratulations! Now as I've said before, there was someone else who mentioned Benoit, but also guessed about four other superstars in the same review, and I then stated that I could only take one at a time, per review. So I'm sorry if that reviewer is confused or offended. I really appreciate everybody's guesses and participation. Even though none of these will be my NEXT fic, here are some wrestlers fics you might be seeing from me:
-Eddie Guerrero/OC
-Shawn Michaels/OC
-Undertaker/OC (yes another one, hehe)
-Just a regular Eddie Guerrero fic
-MAYBE a John Cena/OC fic.
UNTIL I RETURN:)