Part 4 of Love is Versatile, song is Crying by Sugarcult. Short one this time, hope you all still enjoy. Read and Review please? : )
Picking up the pieces of a life you've broken
Stitching it together with the seams wide open
Trish could see the pain in her bloodshot eyes and it wasn't hard to tell that Amy had been both drinking and crying. "He's not worth your tears honey." The blonde assured taking a seat next to her friend.
"I trusted him Trish, I trusted that lying snake," Amy yelled, moving to her feet. "I gave up everything for that bastard and now he's done this to me."
The Canadian took the girl by the hand to pull her back to a seated position. "I know, and I know how you must be feeling."
"How could you possibly know?" She shot back and when her eyes met Trish's she had her answer. "Oh right." Amy corrected, suddenly being reminded of all the pain her friend had experienced at the hands of Christian and Chris Jericho. "I just can't believe that Adam would cheat on me."
"You know I love you," Trish began, pausing momentarily to think about how much she actually did love the red head, how she wished that Amy was hers, and then she'd never hurt like this. "But you built this relationship on a lie. A little thing called karma always comes back to bite you in the butt, Adam did to you what you did to Matt."
"I know, I know." Amy wined, "It just hurts."
Tears fresh in her hazel eye's Trish knew that the woman before her was about to crumble, slipping her arms around her friend she just held her as she cried. "Let it out." She could, gently rubbing her back. "Let it all out."
She hated seeing her like this, the tough and extreme woman that she secretly pined for in shambles over some ass-hole who didn't deserve her anyway. Trish wanted to kill him, because as much as Amy had done wrong she didn't deserve this one tiny bit. Adam promised her the world, she left everything behind, put all her faith in him and then he hurt her like this. Her heart was breaking and he just took off, leaving Trish to pick up all the pieces.
