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"I don't like the idea of you doing this..." Trish whispered, her expression grave as she eyed her battered friend.
Lita seemed nearly incapable of holding the eye contact with the petite blonde woman. The two of them were standing just outside of the women's locker room to talk in private. Lita had expressed the desire to go to the locker room with which Christian was sharing with his brother Edge - to talk to her boyfreind and give him an ultimatum - that he either go get counseling for his out of control, possessive, abusive behavior, or else she was leaving him. Trish was adamantly against this - she was positive the redhead would be putting herself in a potentially volatile situation. And in spite of Edge possibly being there, the taller of the blond Canadians had certainly never been a friend of Lita's - and therefore, might not step in on the diva's behalf if Christian tried to put his hands on her.
"This is just...something I have to do, Trish..." the redhead insisted. Unconsciously, she reached up to gently touch the bruise on her jaw. It was actually no longer visible, thanks to the concealer Trish had helped her to apply to the area. However, it still felt tender to the touch, and Lita winced.
"Well...I know there's nothing I can do to stop you," the blonde diva said. "But don't you want some company? At least let me come with you..." She reached out and touched the other woman in a friendly, comforting manner.
Lita shrugged, her hazel gaze downcast for a beat before she shifted her eyes to Trish's.
"No...Trish, I understand what you want to for me, and I'm grateful...but this is something I have to do on my own..."
The Canadian woman blinked as she met her friend's eyes. After a few seconds, and despite how much she was against this, she nodded reluctantly.
"All right...But if you need me for anything, all you have to do is let me know..." Trish turned and started for the locker room door to re-enter. She stopped when she felt Lita's hand on her arm.
"Trish...?"
The little blonde gazed into her friend's worried face, anticipating her next words.
"Thanks..."
"You don't have to thank me..." the Canadian woman said softly. She turned to the door again and seemed about to enter the room but then hesitated, turning back toward the redhead.
"If you need me to do so, I'd be more than happy to personally beat the living daylights out of that creep..." Trish said, her brown eyes slightly narrowed, and Lita knew she wasn't fooling around.
Somehow, the redheaded diva managed a tiny smile.
"Thanks again..."
Trish gave a little nod before turning the handle of the door and disappearing inside. Only then did Lita turn around and head down the hallway.
She stopped reluctantly before the door to the locker room Christian was sharing with his brother Edge.
Oh, God... How was she going to do this? She'd rehearsed it in her mind a dozen times with no problem, but this was different - this was the real thing...
Finally, letting out a whoosh of breath, Lita knocked. And waited... A moment later, the door was opened.
"Oh, great...What do you want?"