The animal I have become...
Trish slept comfortably with Mickie, opening her eyes and blinking a couple times as she heard this light banging looking around a bit she softly kissed the top of Mickie's head as she gently slid out of Mickie's arms, standing up she fixed the blankets around her smiling softly at her before opening the door and closing it behind her as she walked downstairs looking around a bit and turning on one of the lights, rolling her eyes as she noticed Ron stumbling around her living room, walking over and grabbing his arm she pulled him into the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Ah Trish, I wanted to give you this" He held up the pillow from her living room couch. "Thanks, now get out" she took it from him and set it on the counter, she pushed him in the direction of the door. "Wait I wanted to talk to you" He placed his hand on her chest as he pushed her back a tiny bit. "Ron you're drunk and it's four in the morning..we can talk when you're actually yourself. Now I'm going to say this nicely please leave" "Why don't want me to wake up your little psycho is that it?" Trish sighed as she crossed her arms. "What do you want?" Ron smirked. "Hitting a nerve am I? I came to give you these" he pulled out the signed divorce papers out of his back pocket holding them out, then up as Trish tried to grab them. "Ron I'm not in the mood, just give them to me" he nodded as he took a small step back ripping them down the middle then diagonally as he handed Trish the ripped pieces. "There you go" he smirked. Trish sighed and shook her head. "Ron get out." Ron just shook his head as he pushed Trish up against the cabinet, tugging on the edges of her shirt. "Come on Patricia, I know you don't want me to leave. I can see it in your eyes" Trish turned her head in the opposite direction slapping his hand away as he ran his hands through the bottom strands of her hair. "Actually, I want you to get the fuck out of my house" She looked back at him. Looking at her for a second Ron shook his head instantly bringing his hand up and smacking Trish hard across the face. "Since when do you swear? Such words never left your lips until you started talking to her again..see you just don't see how much of a negative influence she is on you" Trish blinked hard a few times as she swallowed looking down, looking back up as Ron held her head up. "Now when are you going to stop this little charade, we both know she can never give you what I can." Turning Trish's head back to face him as she tried to look away again, he roughly pressed his lips to hers. Instantly pushing him away Trish sighed. "Stop it" She ducked under one of his arms as she walked away from him lightly moving her jaw a bit. Smirking and shaking his head Ron reached over and grabbed the back of Trish's shirt slamming her back up against the cabinet, smacking her a couple times as she looked away from him. "Hey, look at me" He grinned as she finally looked back at him. "Still not going to cry huh? You never were one to let those tears fall..I can see them though, poor wittle Patricia always having to take care of everyone else while she gets to be such a mess herself." He smirked as he poked her sides and stomach rather hard. Looking over at him Trish's eyes narrowed as she spit in his face and slapped him, instantly tensing up as he pinned her arms against the cabinet. "Listen here you little bitch, you are mine legally. And you will be for the rest of your life, till death due us part is not something you will be hearing for us, though Mickie on the other hand." Trish jerked a bit towards him as he mentioned Mickie. "You lay one strand of hair on her and I swear-" "You'll what? You'll kill me?" He laughed and shook his head. "Nah you won't kill me, you won't do anything because at the end of the day you'll be coming home to me. Here's to forever baby" He announced as he kissed Trish again, pulling away and punching her in the stomach. Wrapping her arms around herself as she slowly slid to the floor Trish looked down and took a bunch of deep breaths. Ron grinned as he looked over at her, leaning over and smacking the back of her head a bunch of times before walking out the door. Bringing her hand up she wiped her mouth with the back of it, noticing the blood she sighed as she looked around a bit grabbing onto the counter she slowly pulled herself up, wincing and wrapping her other arm tighter around herself, pulling herself over to the sink she grabbed some paper towel getting it wet and placing it on her lip as she let it bleed out. Mickie would never look at her the same now, especially not when she looked like this..she was too scared to even go look at herself, god why hadn't she just pushed him out the door in the first place, she was so stupid. Mickie awoke after a while, not feeling Trish in bed beside her. Her heart instantly sank as she got up, stumbling around upstairs. Maybe this was all some, cruel dream her mind had made up. No, it couldn't be. She tripped down a few of the stairs, stopping instantly as she spotted some blood droplets on the floor. She followed them, her hands moving up to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh my god, Trish!" she chimed, running over as she stood next to her by the sink. "Trish...Trish what happened?" she asked, her eyes wide, tinging with pain as she stared at her. Trish moved the napkin from her lip and turned the best she could to face the brunette next to her. "Ron, he came over to talk and he was drunk..." She added, taking time to breathe. Her stomach hurt like hell. "Then he kissed me like twice and ripped up the divorce papers." She sobbed. "He kept.. hitting me." She added. Mickie's eyes instantly burned with fury as her heart sped up. "Where..." she clenched her teeth as she slammed her fist against her head a bit. "Where is the damn copy of the divorce papers you made?" She asked, watching Trish point to it. Mickie walked over, setting it on the table as she lifted Trish up carefully, carrying her up the stairs and setting her into the bed, covering her up as she kissed her forehead softly. "I'll be back, don't worry about me... just stay in bed and whatever you do, keep the doors locked. I have a key, don't get up for anyone." she added. "Mickie...don't leave." The bedroom door closed. "Me.." Trish whispered, closing her eyes as she laid there resting. A nice ice bath would help later on when Mickie got back and could help ease her inside of the tub. Mickie grabbed the divorce papers, shoving them in her backpack as she tossed it over her shoulder, she slid it in the car and looked around, knocking on the inside of the car, under the seat as a dagger fell out into her hand. She slid it in it's holder, on her waist as she slid her jacket on. Getting in the car and speeding off towards Ron's house. By the time she got there, she could still see his drunk ass stumbling in his own house. She turned off the engine and got out, grabbing her backpack as she looked around, making sure no one was watching. She slid his window up, sliding inside as she closed it, tossing the backpack onto the counter. "Here pretty boy...here pretty boy." She growled, watching him walk in. "Oh hey psycho bitch." He said, knocking back another can of beer. Mickie lept at him, tackling him into the corner of the wall. "You must have real balls... talking to me like that." She stated, grabbing the bit of hair on his head as she slammed his head against the wall. "Did hitting on her make you feel like a real man? You pathetic piece of shit!" she yelled, cocking her fist back as she punched him across the face. She stood up, grabbing him by his clothes as she threw him against the brick part of the house over in the living room, hearing a sickening crack then him groan in pain. A bright grin graced her twisted face, her eyes cold and dark, filled with pure hatred. She took off running, ramming her shoulder against his body against the brick wall. She grabbed his face grinding his cheek against the bricks, til the smell of blood filled her nose. She pulled his face towards her, looking at the flesh all cut up and stuff. "Sto-." He started to say. "Stop?" She asked, tilting her head and smiling cutely. "Now why would I do that?..." She asked, standing up as she pulled him up by his neck, sitting him down in a chair at his table, pulling the papers out and a pen. She set it infront of him. "Sign the fucking papers." She tried to say it nicely, yet it still sounded angry. "I don't think so you crazy bitch!" He yelled. Mickie's fist landed contact with his face again as she slid her dagger out her holder, pressing it firmly against his throat. "I think you'd wanna rethink that, bitch." She stated, pressing it harder as she watched him look at her then down at the paper as he signed it. Mickie snatched the papers and her bag, turning around quickly. She felt something move behind her, turning around and extending the her arm that had the dagger, watching it touch his throat as his hand was high in the air. "Don't be mistaken, mister... you lay one finger on me, I will kill your whole family infront of you, torture you after, then fucking cut you into pieces and dispose of you all over the world." She clenched her teeth, grinning as she watched his hand drop. She slid the knife back into her holder, doing up the bottom five buttons on the jacket as she walked out. She wasn't taking any chances with him going get the papers from the post office. She got back into the car, driving for about an hour til she got to the office, she walked in, handing the girl the papers. "Get those to him Asap." she winked, walking out as she drove back to Trish's house. She got out. washing off her knife as she tossed it on the counter. She slid the jacket off as she walked upstairs, opening the door to find Trish crying. Mickie frowned, walking into the bathroom and opening the cabinet as she pulled out two aleve and poured some water into a glass from the sink as she walked over, handing her the medicine and lifting her head enough so she could drink. She set the water down on the table as she sat on the edge of the bed, next to Trish. "Please don't leave me.." Trish whimpered. Mickie shook her head. "I wont, not ever." she promised, the same sadness filling her brown eyes again. "You should have just called my name... I would have been down there in a heart beat." Mickie told her. "I..I was too scared that you wouldn't wanna ever see me again." Mickie scoffed. "Darling, I love you. I'm not going anywhere, ever. Now rest. I'll protect you while you sleep." she whispered, standing up and walking around as she crawled into bed, sitting against the head board as she watched Trish drift off to sleep.