Shorter chapter but needed for her side of this whole mess...not sure how many chapters are left but i know we are sadly almost done here folks.

Stacy walked into the dark hotel room to find Amy with her face down on the bed, still sobbing. "I'm back." She said softly, dropping the duffle bag to sit on the bed beside her, her hand softly rubbing her back.

"Hey," The red head replied complacently, her voice muffled by the pillow she had her head buried in.

The other woman sighed, "How are you feeling?" She asked, stilling trying her hardest to consol her, she'd been trying since Amy had arrived at her door...but nothing seemed to make her stop crying.

Amy sighed and rolled over, her tear filled eyes staring up at the ceiling, "Like my heart exploded inside my chest."

Laying back beside her Stacy tried her hardest to old her, "If it makes you feel any better Chris seems to be hurting just as much as you are..."

"Good I hope his guilt eats him up inside."

It was Stacy's turn to sigh, "You know I don't know what's going on because you won't tell me, but I think that the lines of communication have been crossed somewhere. He misses you Amy, he was ready to kill me when I told him he couldn't come see you. The last thing he said to me was to tell you that he loves you, and I know he means that."

A fresh stream of tears ran down her face before hitting her chin, "He sure has a funny way of showing it." She huffed, pushing her palms to her face to wipe away the salty water.

She reached out to brush her arm lightly, "What happened between you two? One day you're madly in love with each other and the next you can't bear to look at him...You can trust me Amy, you can talk to me about anything..."

"You want to know what happened," She yelled, sitting up in the bed, "I went to see him after my match and when I went to walk into his locker room I saw Trish in her underwear sitting in his lap..."

The Baltimore native put a hand back to cover her mouth in shock, "You're sure it was them,"

Amy was crying even harder as she slammed her hands down by her sides, "Yes I'm fucking sure...she was all over him."

Grabbing her hand Stacy squeezed it hard, "Well what did he say when he saw you?"

The red head groaned, "He didn't see me Stace, I just high tailed it out of there...."

"Well maybe you should have talked to him about it," The blonde said, not knowing what else there was to say. They were both in such agonizing pain that something just wasn't adding up to her.

Flopping back against the mattress she spoke, "I've been burned too many times Stace, I wanted to confront him about it, but I just wouldn't be able to handle him telling me that she had come back to him. Matt broke my heart, Jay broke my heart and I just couldn't handle the rejection again."

"I just don't think that Chris would hurt you like that," She told her, and Amy rolled her eyes in response. Stacy's hand found her hair and she lightly ran her fingers through it, knowing that the spunky girl wasn't in the mood to talk or listen right now. "Well try and get some sleep ok? You need your rest."

The Sanford native nodded and got up to change into her night clothes. Once she had changed she crawled back into the bed and rolled over to cry herself to sleep. She wished things didn't have to be so hard, she wished she wasn't in so much pain...Amy knew that she loved Chris, and she knew that being here without him, now that she had had him, was completely breaking her heart. It was like she could feel the little shattered pieces imbedded into her chest.

Maybe Stacy was right, maybe she should just suck it up and talk to him...But she didn't know how she could do that when the very mention of his name drove her to tears, what would seeing him do to her?

She didn't know, but she was bound to find out. Because tomorrow they had a show, and there was no avoiding the fact that he would be there.