Part 8 of love is versatile; song is My Own Worst Enemy by Lit. Read and review please :) Thanks for all those who have been reading and reviewing so far, only a couple of chapters left…why not hop on the bandwagon lol.
The booze was flowing like water, and Lita's insides must have been floating because she hadn't let up since the party started. Her house was getting broken in properly and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, everyone except Trish. It didn't make any sense to the red head, she was the guest of honour and she'd been nursing that one drink since she'd got there.
This was supposed to be a huge celebration, Lita had just bought this house and she wanted it properly christened but her girlfriend was being the proverbial party pooper. "Lighten up PATRICA…" She slurred slightly spilling her drink as stumbled to wrap an arm around the blonde.
Trish slunk out of the hold, "Your drunk Lita..."
"And your lame PATRICIA…." She said, still emphasising her full name. "…Loosen up, have a drink."
"No thank you." Trish replied backing away from the red head. She hated seeing her like this.
"Come on!" The Sanford native demanded. "Have a little fun." She stumbled forward and would have hit the ground if Trish hadn't of caught her.
"It looks like your having enough fun for the both of us." The Canadian responded, "Chris, Christian, Give me a hand will ya?" She called and when they approached she placed Lita into there arms. "Let's get her up to bed," They raised a brow in question their eyes full of excitement and wonder, "Not like that you pervs."
"Hey you can't take me to bed, this is my party." Lita wined doing her best to wriggle free from the men.
"You've had quite enough for one night."
The Canadian click proceeded to drag the drunken Lita up the stairs and lay her on the bed. A wide smile appeared on her face as she sat up, "Come on gorgeous climb in, I can show them how you love it when I…."
"LITA!" Trish shouted trying her hardest to keep the details of her sex life a secret from her c-workers.
The red head laughed throwing her head back, "Oh come on, don't be such a prude." She said patting the spot beside her on the bed.
And that was the last thing she remembered before waking up in her jeans stuck to the floor. She didn't know why it was so bright, or why she hadn't bothered to take off her pants before she passed out. Her shirt was missing so that had to be some sign that she was preparing for sleep, or maybe things had gotten even wilder than she remembered. Her chest felt itchy and when she placed her hand there she found it to be sticky with salt and saliva, it appeared that body shots had been involved in her missing hours…things had gotten wilder then she remembered.
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
Stumbling down over her staircase she didn't know where Trish was, she expected to find her asleep in her bed but she wasn't and looking around she didn't appear to be in the house at all. People were passed out all over the place, Chris and Christian curled up on the couch, Stacy and Torrie on the coffee table and nameless faces everywhere…just no Trish Stratus.
"Chris, Chris wake up!" Lita said, shaking the man into conciseness. He rubbed his eyes and looked around placing where he was. "Where's Trish?" She asked him.
The blonde man sat up, and stopped for a moment to recognize that Christian was spooned into him. He shot the woman a look but all she had for an answer was a shrug of her shoulders. Finally it seemed his mind had processed her question and a smile spread across his baby face. "You mean you don't remember?"
She shook her head, "Remember what?"
His eyes sparkled and his smile widened, "Well your hair is definitely the right color…" The Sanford native looked at him with pure confusion as he slipped on his best Latin voice. "Lucy, you got some splannin' to do!"
It was no use trying to get any answers out of that man, he was still hung-over and to busy referencing I love Lucy to actually explain what the hell he was talking about. Instead of sticking around Lita decided that she would go to the source, Trish. Because if she wasn't here then she must have been on the other side of town in her own Toronto apartment.
Driving across town the red head couldn't understand why Trish had left last night, she knew things had obviously gotten out of hand but still her girlfriend wasn't the type to walk out like that. The taxi pulled up in front of the Canadians apartment building and it wasn't long until Lita was outside her door. "Trish open up!" Lita said, pounding on the entrance, when she didn't answer she spoke again, "It's me Lita."
"I know that's why I'm not answering." Trish yelled.
Lita was confused, "What's that supposed to mean?"
The door swung open, "It means that I don't want to see you."
Trish proceeded to shut the door again but the red head managed to stick her foot inside at the last minute to block it from completely closing. "What did I do?" She asked, forcing her way inside.
The blonde laughed, "You know what you did Lita."
"No I don't." She replied, grabbing Trish's hands. "Explain."
The Canadian pulled away and took a seat on the leather sofa, crossing her legs, "Hmmm, where to start…maybe it was attempting to share with our friends what I enjoy doing in bed."
Lita's mind raced and she found that she did slightly remember that, her head fell. "Yeah, I do remember that and I'm sorry. I was really wasted."
"Or Maybe," Trish began, her voice seemingly more angry, "It was when you embarrassed me in front of half the roster and not just out close friends."
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
The blonde tapped her foot, "You don't remember calling me "A fake breasted number 4 blonde bimbo who wasn't getting laid tonight if she didn't loosen up" REPEATEDLY?"
"Oh my god Patricia no I don't remember that, I'm so sorry." Lita said moving to her girlfriend's side again.
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that.
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
The blonde once again pulled away from her, "Your always sorry."
"Come on it's not my fault, it's just the booze talking." Lita felt horrible, she couldn't imagine saying those things to Trish sober, she knew they wouldn't even cross her mind then. But after she had been drinking and people got in her way she quickly became defensive.
Trish turned her back to the Sanford native before she spoke again, "Well lately Lita it seems the "booze" is the only one doing any talking." The red head opened her mouth to protest but she was quickly cut off. "Save it, there's nothing you can say. I've had enough time to think about it and I've decided I'm done. Lita I mean it this time, if you don't get help I'm leaving."
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Lita didn't feel like she had a problem, she drank when she was sad…but then again she drank when she was happy too. Like last night when she was painting the town red in celebration of her new apartment, she bought it to be close to Trish but now if she didn't get her act together she would loose her. It wouldn't matter that she packed up everything to move to Canada for her.
Looking over her shoulder she could see Trish's face fall to her hands and her body begin to tremble, "Are you crying?" She asked, laying a hand on the blondes shaking shoulder.
"I'm scared." Trish replied, "I'm terrified that I'm going to wake up one day and you wont be here. I have nightmares about you getting into accidents and I wake up crying on a nightly basis."
She took her girlfriend in her arms and stroked her soft hair, "It's going to be ok, and I promise that I wont touch another drink as long as I live. I can't bare seeing you in pain, I love you Trish and nothing means more to me then you…I'll get whatever help you want me to."