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The woman tiptoed into the room as quietly as she could manage, her breath held as she stepped over the threshold.
She gritted her teeth as the toe of her left shoe found a creaky floorboard. The last thing she needed was for the man asleep in the bed to awaken and discover she'd been gone.
She'd been feeling a little lonesome lately. Actually, that wasn't quite the word for it. What she'd really been feeling as of late was abused...
She undressed as speedily as she could, taking care not to make much noise, her gaze repeatedly going toward the bed. Inwardly, she prayed no sounds - whether from her or outside - would disturb him.
She'd snuck out of their hotel room shortly after she'd made certain he was asleep. His deep and regular breaths had given him away. Then, she'd left and gone to the room of a girlfriend to talk.
The young woman hadn't mentioned what she'd been going through as of late. Her boyfriend - the young man who lay asleep in the bed - had become extremely controlling and tempermental over the last three months since they'd started seeing each other.
As she slipped into the bed, her nightgown now on, she thought about how odd it was how he'd changed...
At first, everything had been great between them. Of course, their coming together had been somewhat emotional, as she'd given up her friendships with two people she'd always considered important and close to her. Matt and Jeff Hardy didn't understand her budding relationship with the man lying beside her, nor did they like or trust him. Granted, they had plenty of reasons not to, and not to like his tag team partner as well.
In the end, Lita had made up her mind. She'd chosen the man with whom she'd found herself falling deeply in love... And she'd lost her two best friends in the process.
The redheaded diva was only now beginning to realize, much to her dismay, that she made a mistake. Oh, sure, she still loved him, despite everything - but the man she'd basically given everything and everyone up for had changed. He'd changed not for the better, but for the worse - the worst.
Quietly as she could manage, Lita slowly pulled the blanket, as he was completely hogging it. It was a bit chilly in the room, for it was August, and they were in Florida, so the air conditioner was on full-blast - and she desperately wanted part of the blanket with which to cover herself.
She had just settled herself into the bed, hoping to get comfortable, when it suddenly happened.
The man in the bed beside her turned sharply toward her, startling her so that she gasped out loud.
"Where the hell were you? he demanded.
Lita froze, her eyes trying to meet his in the near-pitch darkness.
"Nowhere..."
"Don't you dare lie to me...You went out, and I want to know who you saw - now!"
The young woman felt a chill race up her spine at the coldness of his tone, the fury in his voice.
"I wasn't-"
"You little bitch..." he spat. "Are you cheating on me? Huh?!"
When Lita didn't respond immediately, she felt the sharp sting of a slap that Christian landed
across her face...