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Chasing Pavements

Chapter 6

UNGODLY HOUR

Sick.

John clasped a hand over his eyes and scrunched his face in disgust, turning away from the police officer who was shaking his head at the objects that churned everyone's stomachs.

"Oh god how could someone do that!?" John heard Stephanie ask in complete shock, the fact she was crying evident in her voice. He turned to her and pulled her into a hug, both fearing the worst for Trish.

"Steph, what's going on?" Paul jogged towards them and placed a hand on his girlfriend's back, rubbing it gently to calm her down. He glanced over at the officer before catching a glimpse at what he held in his hands. "What the fuck?" he breathed out as he snatched the photos from the officer. As he scanned each one, his face began to look more and more repulsed.

Each of the photos, six of them to be technical, were of Trish. Bound, gagged and naked. Bruises covered her body from head to toe. Every individual Polaroid had her in a different, sickening position.

"Stop looking at them!" John snatched the pictures from Paul and threw them to the gravel. "Stop it!" He yelled trying to hold back his tears.

He began mindlessly wandering the area, kicking at the ground and pushing anything that got in his way. He was angry. The photos kept replaying in his head like a slideshow. He had that vivid image of Trish. Laying down on that dirty, soiled mattress, tied up and gagged. Naked. He shuddered. Trish had the most beautiful body in the world and someone had the nerve to make her look like that. Purple and blue patches of bruise all over her soft skin. They violated her and what was worse—she was unconscious in every single picture. She had no idea what that psycho was doing to her.

He screamed all his frustration out, causing many people on the scene to look at him. He drew in a deep breath before turning back around and striding towards the officer that stood with Paul and Stephanie.

"I need to see her now." He demanded, but remaining as calm as possible. He watched the officer's expression and glared, hoping it would intimidate him.

"Sir…I…"

"Where is she!" he yelled causing the officer to jump slightly. "Tell me where she is right now! She needs me! Where is she!?" John began shouting as he lunged for the officer, grabbing two fistfuls of blue uniform.

Paul immediately grabbed John by the shoulders and attempted to pull him from the officer who had remained surprisingly calm. John ignored Paul's presence and Stephanie's cries to stop and continued to physically threaten the law, screaming Trish's name in his face until Paul finally pulled all his weight onto him until he toppled over.

"John, calm yourself down, Man!" Paul yelled at him, keeping his forearm loosely wrapped around John's neck to restrain him. "You can't go around assaulting police officers!"

John's movement slowed as he tried to regulate his breathing. "He…wouldn't…tell…Trish…was…" he managed to mutter incoherently through shortness of breath.

He coughed out as Paul released his grip, and began to stand with the help of Stephanie and the police officer he had just threatened. The next thing he knew, through a scramble of people, he saw Trish.

His lips trembled as she was wheel out on a stretcher, a pale blue blanket strapped across her body, shielding the majority of her skin. Her eyes were closed and she wore an oxygen mask, but he could see the hurt all over her small body. He felt so mad at the person who had done this, but tears began to fall from his eyes as she was wheeled closer to him so that he could make out her beautiful features that had been battered and bruised.

John squeezed his lips together to stop them from trembling as he approached her lifeless body, walking in stride with the stretcher that was being wheeled towards the ambulance. He hesitated before placing a hand over the blanket that covered her body, and then slowly moved it to her cheek and traced a small cut with his index finger. As soon as he felt her skin upon his he collapsed over her, bringing his head close to hers.

"I'm sorry Trish, I'm so sorry baby," he cried into her hair. "I'm sorry I let this happen…"

Paul and Stephanie watched John climb into the ambulance, his presences permanently glued to Trish's side. They had never seen him like this, and they wished they never had. He was a mess and it broke Stephanie's heart to see him in this state.

"C'mon," Paul finally said to his worried girlfriend, grabbing her quivering hand in his. "We'll catch a ride with the police to the hospital."

JxT

John slumped against the cold hospital wall, his legs barely holding up his weight. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to make sense of this whole ridiculous situation. He scoffed to himself and shook his head. Just hours ago they were fine. Trish was fine. They were going to have a fun night watching movies, like they always did. She went to get the Nachos—John's stupid, fucking Nachos, like she always did. He gritted his teeth and felt like kicking himself up the ass. I should have gone. He groaned loudly and slid down the wall, coming to rest on the even colder hospital tiles.

"It's all my fault." He said to himself, resting his head back against the wall.

"It's not, how can you even think that?" Stephanie stood in front of him in disbelief. "This is no one's fault, only that sick bastard that did this to her!"

John avoided eye contact with her and chewed his lip as she took a seat next to him and joined him on the floor. He felt her staring at him as if she was waiting for him to speak, but he remained silent and looking away.

"John," Stephanie started again. "You can't blame yourself for this, there's no way you could have known this was going to happen."

John finally turned his head towards her and narrowed his eyes. "She went out to get my fucking Nachos, Stephanie, coz I'm a lazy fuck that can't get them himself and lets his girlfriend go out at night alone to get them," he yelled, but lowered his voice again once he realised the hospital environment. "I waited practically two hours for her to get back before I got worried when I should have been worried after ten fucking minutes," his eyes scanned her face for expression, but Stephanie just looked away.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked her. "I'm supposed to take care of her!" he slammed his fists into the tiles before leaning his forehead in his hands. "I can't even be there when she get's examined!" John said, referring to the fact that he hadn't stayed with Trish whilst the doctors did a rape kit on her. He was there when she finally regained consciousness, but couldn't deal with having to see her through her pain, so he had taken the selfish choice to leave the room because of his own. "Was she scared?"

Stephanie sucked in a deep breath. She had taken John's place with Trish's permission. She held her hand and kept reassuring her that John was okay and just shaken up even though she didn't know if that was the truth. Trish had cried during most of the exam, and squeezed Stephanie's hand tight every time she was touched by the doctor. Stephanie sighed, "Yeah John, she was scared."

"Hey guys," Paul interrupted them in a low voice. "There's a detective coming up, I saw him on the way, says he is gonna speak with us once his partner and the doc are done with Trish." He informed them, taking a set next to Stephanie who leaned her head against his shoulder. "How is Trish holding up anyway?" he asked nonchalantly.

Stephanie frowned. "How do you think?"

"Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "She looked fine anyway…" he stopped when he was met with confused looks from John and Stephanie. "…Well better that I thought she'd be," he tried to recover but was still met with odd expressions. "Hey, at least we know she's okay now and not off screwing some other guy, well she kinda was but…," Paul cringed when he saw John's now glaring eyes. "That came out wrong..."

"Paul!" Stephanie yelled at him in disbelief.

"You son of a…" John leant over Stephanie to grab Paul who quickly back away with his hands up in defence. "How dare you say that about her!" John reached for him again, only to be pushed back by Stephanie.

"Stop, John." She held his hands down until his force lessened. "Paul didn't meant it," she gritted her teeth and turned towards her boyfriend. "Right?"

"No, no, I didn't I wasn't thinking," he stammered. "Sorry, I'll just stay over here," he said as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you better." John scoffed, receiving a death glare from Stephanie. "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little, you know, worked up even though there is clearly nothing to be worked up about!" he raised his voice for Paul to hear, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"What is your problem?" Stephanie whisper-yelled at Paul. She couldn't believe how he was acting. He just shrugged and mouthed a solemn 'sorry' to her before leaning his head back against the wall.

They all sat in silence for a moment until the door to Trish's exam room opened, revealing a female detective. She glanced down at the three discontent individuals and sighed. This was always the hard part. "Um…hi," she said softly, causing them to look up. "Mr Cena I'd just like to talk to you in private about your girlfriend, if that's okay?"

John nodded and stood up. "You can just tell all of us, Trish is…well we're all family."

The detective nodded and motioned them to a quieter corner. She quickly looked across each of them for a moment and drew in a deep breath. "I'm Detective Olivia Benson and I was just with Trish for her rape kit and I had a talk with the doctor and unfortunately…there is evidence of rape." She said trying to be as empathetic as possible. Sure she was used to it, but it was always hard informing a distraught family that one of their own had just been violated like that.

"Can...Can I see her?" John asked, trying to hold back his need to cry.

Detective Benson nodded. "Yes in a moment, I'd just like to ask you some really quick questions about Trish," she took out a pen and note pad from her trench pocket.

"You can ask us first," Stephanie offered, knowing that John really needed to see Trish right now. "We're close friends and neighbours," she motioned to herself and Paul.

"They know Trish basically as well as I do," John nodded in agreement.

"Alright then," the detective nodded and waved her hand behind her. "You can go in then," she said to John.

John nodded and gave a small smile of thanks. He looked over at Paul and Stephanie in hesitance, but they just smiled in reassurance and edged him to go. As John opened the door to Trish's room he soon saw her laying on the hospital bed, facing away from him, a sheet draped across her body. His heart broke when he saw her like that, part of him telling him to run away, the part that also told him she was mad and blamed him for this whole ordeal. His eyes wandered across her motionless figure, unsure whether he should keep going.

"John?" her small voice rang into his ears as she turned her head slowly towards him.

His eyes felt like they were darting all over her face, the image of her bruising and cuts overwhelming him. He was scared. He didn't want to be, but he was. However, when he saw her delicate face and her expression that just screamed out that she needed him, he put aside all his own pain and rushed to her side, pulling her carefully into a hug, never wanting to let go again.

"I'm so sorry Trish," he whispered into her hair, placing kisses over her tender cheek, careful not to hurt her. "I'll never let this happen again; I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"So it seems like this Chris character has some beef with our victim," Detective Benson informed her partner, Detective Elliot Stabler as she approached him, matching his stride. "According to Stephanie McMahon and Paul Levesque—the neighbours slash friends, a couple of years ago he threatened Trish and John at gun point back in Boston, did time, got out a week ago and rumour is that he's here in New York," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"So do you think its all motive, or just coincidence?" Stabler replied, digging his hands into his pockets. "Are we ruling out the boyfriend already?"

Benson nodded and raised her eyebrows. "I know, boyfriends are always one of the first suspects, but the other two insist he's legit, been through everything with Trish ever since they were sixteen, plus they gave him a solid alibi," she said as she read over her notes. "But we can't be too sure so he isn't completely ruled out; we'll also check out the couple and what their deal is."

"Okay then, works for me," Stabler shrugged. "Let's go pick up the guy with the beef."

Another update! I'm happy that i actually did it; took me a couple of days coz I had a jam-packed weekend but i did it! :D

Okay and yes I know, I crossed it over with Law and Order: SVU-- but c'mon, sex crimes equals SVU! And I thought it would be cooler if I put Benson and Stabler in instead of making wrestlers the main Detectives and just use various superstars throughout the story as cameos. I hope no one stops reading coz of that!
And i know here wasn't a lot of John/Trish but i gave you an intro to it, next chapter will be more of them together, plus Randy and Stacy :D :D Which everyone has been waiting for, I know. As well as some Chris Jericho :)

Please Review coz that makes me super happy and potentially makes me update faster ;D

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