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Chasing Pavements
Chapter 3
THE FEAR
Shit, shit, shit.
Trish cringed as the incessant sound of her phone filled the already tense atmosphere. She quickly stuffed her hand into her pocket in an attempt to shut off the ringing. Fumbling with it she pulled it out and threw it in front of her as it continued to ring, hoping it would indicate deference to the invaders.
"Shut up, shut up." Trish muttered quietly, praying the ringing would stop, her forehead firmly placed against the cold floor. "Please god just shut up…"
"Excuse me?"
Trish clenched her jaw, slightly lifting her head only to see a pair of scuffed black boots directly in front of her, obviously belonging to one of the assailants. Her lips trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping the black boots would just walk away without a fuss. God, I'm delusional. She mentally kicked herself. This could only end badly.
She her a defined scoff. "Did this bitch just tell me to shut up?" She heard the man laugh, soon being joined by the other man who still held his gun at the fellow hostages. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"
Trish sensed his change in tone, realising he was now speaking to her. She remained quiet, as her phone continued ringing. She flinched upon hearing a small shuffling in front of her as the thief reached for her phone, scraping it across the ground as he picked it up.
"Ooh Stacy," He sang out in a high pitched voice. "Hey everyone, Stacy is calling!" He laughed, flailing Trish's phone around in the air.
Trish immediately shot her head up at the sound of her friend's name, quickly getting the attention of the man holding her phone hostage. He smirked when he saw the fear in her eyes. "Oh, is Stacy your friend?" He mocked her. "Or perhaps, lesbian lover?" He let out a loud snort, gesturing towards his partner in crime as the phone finally ceased its ringing. "Oops, we missed it!" he shrugged with a smug smile.
Trish tightened her jaw, trying to show minimal fear, even though she was close to peeing her pants. Without realising it, she glared at him. He cocked his head to the side and made a confused face, glancing at his partner with squinted eyes. Trish matched his gaze, looking directly into his cold, blue eyes.
"This chick has a scary glare." He said and pointed at her whilst glancing back at his partner who just chuckled. "Are you trying to scare me, coz believe me I'm terrified!" He mocked.
Trish dropped her glare and returned her eyes to the floor, hoping that if she stayed quiet they would leave in peace. Her phone began ringing again. She groaned inwardly as she heard the men laugh again.
"Stacy again!" he chirped. "Maybe we should answer it this time and see what the hell she wants; we're trying to rob a store here, the least we could ask for is some peace and quiet whilst we do so!"
"No!" Trish said jumping up, before she could even think about what she was doing. She reached out to snatch her phone, but her arm was abruptly grabbed and forced behind her back.
"Feisty…" he said through a chuckle as he threw her phone towards his partner. "Turn that thing off, no more interruptions."
Trish struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. Her breathing became heavy as she realised her life was now in full potential danger. She continued to struggle against both her assailant and her tears. She kept telling herself not to cry and show these bastards her fear.
"What's the matter, Blondie?" He hissed against her ear as he pulled harder on her arm causing her to wince out in pain. "You scared?"
"Go to hell!" She screamed at him.
She cringed when she put further pressure on her arm. "That wasn't very nice, was it?" He looked around at the various hostages on the floor. Manoeuvring closer to one he kicked at his side causing the deathly afraid man to flinch in fear. "You!" he barked and kicked at the elderly man's side once more causing him to look up. "Tell her, that wasn't very nice."
Was he serious? Trish rolled her at his idiocy as she felt his grip tighten.
"Th-that wasn't very nice," she heard his soft voice stammer, followed by two distinct laughs. The poor guy was obviously scared shitless and didn't really give a crap about her. He just wanted to survive. If they said jump he'd jump. If they said drop your pants, he'd dro—
"See!" she turned her face as he gloated at her. He momentarily loosened his grip on her arm, causing her to relax slightly. Upon feeling him release her arm fully she took a stride forward to get away, only for her hair to be grabbed by the fistful and pulled back. "Uh-uh-uh, did I say you could leave?"
Before she knew better she was shoved forward into a shelf causing a stack of tin cans to fall off the shelf. She touched her hand to her forehead where she had hit and collapsed to her knees. She began to sob, praying this would be all over soon. She just wanted John. She just wanted them to go away, and for her to be safe at home with John. She bent her head down to cover her tear stained face.
JxT
John sighed and reached for the ringing phone as he continued flipping channels. "Yeah?"
"John? It's Stacy."
John diverted his attention from the television to greet his friend. "Oh hey, Trish told me she talked to you earlier, how are you?" he asked, turning his focus back to the TV.
"Yea good, John." Stacy said, trying to sound as positive as she could, but still with a hint of doubt.
"How's Randy and Abigail?" John asked, completely disregarding her tone of voice.
"Yeah good," she replied, quickly continuing before John could speak again. "Where's Trish, I need to talk to her."
"Oh she went to the store," John spoke through obvious divided attention. "Should be back soon…" his voice trailed off.
"I tried her cell but she didn't answer, I really need to talk to her," Stacy said impatiently. "Her phone was turned off after the second call and—"
"Yeah…that's good Stace…" he cut her off, completely indulged in the TV programme.
"No John, it's not good." She groaned. "Are you even frikken listening to me!?"
"Mmhmm yeah," John replied with a nod. Stacy rolled her eyes at his complete disconcern for his girlfriend.
"John!" Stacy yelled through the phone, capturing his attention. "Chris is there!"
John's eyes widened and he quickly jumped off the couch. "What?" he asked even though had clearly heard what Stacy had said. He frowned out of disbelief and gripped onto the phone harder. "What are you talking about, Chris is there?" he said through gritted teeth.
"He's there; he's in New York John." Stacy sighed into the phone. "Jay called Randy just before and said Chris had been in contact with Adam." She explained slowly. "Apparently Chris told him he was in New York."
"What the fuck!?" John cursed in frustration. "Why the hell would he come here, how does he even know we're here!?" John yelled unintentionally at Stacy. "Who the hell told him!?"
"I don't know John!" Stacy tried to calm him down. "I don't know, but Adam says he's in New York, maybe he's…"
"This is bullshit!" John continued his rage. "I swear if that son of a bitch comes near Trish I'll—"
"John!" Stacy stopped him. "Relax, please." She waited until he stopped his rambling. "I know this isn't the best news, but it's been a while…maybe he's changed, maybe he's over it, over her." She tried her best to avoid the obvious reason as to why Chris would follow them to New York. "I mean he could just be in New York for some other reason, he probably doesn't even know you guys are there!" she said filled with optimism.
"Doesn't know we're here?" John repeated. "Maybe he's changed, maybe he's over her? Over her!?" John scoffed in utter doubt. "He tried to kill her! Of course he hasn't changed!" he spat and rubbed a hand over his forehead. "People who attempt murder do not just changed Stacy!" he shouted. He paced around the room shaking his head at the situation when Stacy tried her best to calm him down, telling him things would be okay and to not get so stressed out. He sighed and tilted his head back, "What am I gonna do Stace? I can't let her get hurt, I just can't."
"I—" Stacy sighed deeply not really knowing what to say. "You just need to let Trish know."
JxT
Trish yelped as she was forcefully pulled up off the ground by the collar of her coat. Her knees collapsed under her and she struggled to stand, the hands of her aggressor being her only support. She winced as he pulled her upright, quickly feeling a sharp sting in her left cheek as she was thrown back to the floor.
"Quit your crying," he spat at her. "Sickens me."
She gripped her cheek and tried to cease her sobs but to no avail.
"Let's get out of here," the man barked at his partner. "Grab the loot; there's no need to waste more time on these ingrates." He shot them all a glare. "Plus that crying bitch could have dialed 911 for all we know."
He turned on his heel and signalled to his partner to grab their loot. Trish watched through tears as the men fled the store. She closed her eyes as her tears kept falling, trying her best to feel relief. After what felt like a lightyear, her eyes shot open when she felt an arm on her shoulder.
"Miss, are you alright?" she heard a softer voice ask her.
She glanced up to see the cashier looking back down at her with a concerned face. She nodded quickly and began scrambling to her feet. "Y—yes, I'm fine." She insisted, wiping her cheeks, flinching when her hand came into contact with the cheek that had been slapped.
"Are you sure?" the cashier persisted. "I'm going to call the cops, so you should just stay here until they—"
"No," Trish shook her head. She just wanted to get out of there and get home to John. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and slowly began stumbling towards the exit despite the cashier's pleas to stay. "No, no thanks, I'm fine…I just need to get home," she repeatedly said over his requests.
Trish hesitated as the night's cold air hit her. She shuddered, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued phoneless, and at a steady paced stride, thinking only of getting home as fast as she can. She continually glanced around at her surroundings, paranoid that the thieves were going to strike her again.
"Don't be stupid," she murmured to herself. "They aren't here, they're long gone," she told herself. "Long gone, all you have to do is get home and it's over…it's over now, they're gone," she kept repeating to herself.
She continued to tell herself the same thing over and over, feeling safer when she reminded herself that her ordeal was over. She peered ahead at a street sign, forcing a smile knowing she was just over two blocks away from John. "Almost there," she breathed out and quickened her pace.
As she continued her walk she couldn't help but hear the sound of double steps. Footsteps that were close to a few milliseconds off her own, indicating someone else's presence. Tensing up, she took a deep breath before peering over her shoulder. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief and reminded herself again, "It's nothing, just get home, it's nothing."
She froze mid step when she heard a leaf crunch behind her. She quickly turned around, barely capturing the sight of a faint figure in the darkness. She began to tremble, as she scanned the area and best she could through the darkness, tears threatening to fall when she heard louder rustles from the bushes ahead of her.
"Oh my god," she breathed out in panic and turned quickly, only to be knocked back unexpectedly.
As two strong arms gripped at her shoulders and wrapped around her small frame engulfing her body, she tried to fight. She kicked and struggled as the figure began dragging her off the footpath. She let out a shrill scream that was immediately cut off by a gloved hand clasped over her mouth, preventing her from continuing her cry for help and from anyone hearing her. Her muffled screams hitched in her throat as she was dragged forcefully towards a dark car.
"Shut up!" He said in a low, deep voice that was obviously disguised for anonymity.
She tried to scream louder and kick harder when he opened the trunk to the car with intentions of forcing her into the tiny, cramped space. She struggled for her life as he held her now with one arm and with the other he fumbled with the trunk. As he tried to lift her into the car, his grip became looser and she managed to free her mouth to let out a cry for help. He pulled her back roughly, covering her mouth once again.
"I said shut the hell up!" he growled before colliding his fist with her face.
Dazed, but not completely knocked out, Trish felt herself being crammed into the car's trunk. Her vision became blurred as she tried to make out her attackers face, but it was too dark and her eyes could not focus well enough. "Almost makes me feel bad I hit that pretty little face yours," she heard him say in a raspy voice. With one last shove to her head her vision went dark as he slammed the trunk shut. "I know more about you than you think."
Raise your hand if you suck at updating! *Raises Hand*
One thousand and one apologies it takes me a while to update...even though all my "sorries" are worthless by now. As always i have been super busy-- Working! We had the Victorian Bushfire Appeal thing at Coles (Supermarket for you non-Aussies) and it was SO DARN BUSY! I couldn't like breathe in the store! But i guess it's a good thing, more donations :) So in dedication to the Vic Bushfires, I updated the story. Anyway;
So I am so mean to Trish. I put her in the most terrible situations, i know! I just realised all the crap I make her go through, and she is supposed to be like my fave person ever ;o Well anyway, so she got caught up in a robbery and she was kidnapped in the same night...how much bad luck can you get!? Any ideas who the mystery person is? :D
Ps. it makes me cry that i didn't write Stephanie in this chapter either :(
Reviews are muchly appreciated because they give me motivation to update *cough*
Thanks to:
Da-Real-Mrz-Cena102100: John and his bloody nachos! Stupid, stupid, stupid. And Trish doesn't seem to be okay...all because of those nacho's, right? ;p
Waves of Rage: So you were totally right, something bad did happen. But more importantly, OMG i love your reviews. I love long reviews with heaps of writing so it's totally okay :D And when people tell me they are excited when i update, it makes me feel Popular (jokes) :P And jeez you are super nice, I'm so glad you like Make You Smile so much! And you called me awesome, YOU are awesome for being so nice :)
Superficialcynic: Again, I don't know why i put Trish through all these horrible ordeals. But yes, Poor Trish. Do you think she'll avoid anything traumatic?
WWEAngel: Haha glad you're excited for the sequel. I hope you enjoy what's happening so far :)
Trishrocks: Again with John's nachos, people seem to hate that his lazy ass couldn't get them himself. Lol.
TrishOrton: TRISHORTON! Hello once again :D So glad you're reading sequel, I like your inputs on the story :) And lols i kinda accidentally on purpose made them both Criminology majors for reasons to come in the story. And yes, Trish always ALWAYS finds herself in situations of the negative sort...again apologies to everyone for being so nasty to her. Trish Stratus is fantastic, just for the purposes of the story though, i have to treat her like this :(
'CenaStratusFan': First of all, umm...AWESOME NAME! I totally support it :) Glad you are liking both my stories :) Hope you liked chapter 3!
x Peace.