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Amy continued to stare at Kurt in disbelief. She found it hard to comprehend that he was awake and actually lucid. She figured he must have drank quite a lot of beer the previous night, as he'd been known to easily chug down eight or nine in a single night.
Where the hell were you?!" Angle reiterated, his expression angry, and this time, he stood up.
"I..." Amy was flustered as she tried to speak. She honestly didn't know what to say.
"Why aren't you answering me?" Kurt demanded as he stood over her. He straightened up so that his back was ramrod, as though trying to intimidate her with his greater height - big deal, he was five-ten, a full three inches taller than her. Something such as height could never sway her - it was not like he was Adam's height, or, to go to extremes, Paul Wight's height. But what did make her feel uneasy was the look in his eyes, the sharpness of his tone. He was obviously very angry.
I spent the night at a friend's room..." she finally answered. "I didn't want to stay here alone after our fight last night, okay?" The redhead hoped that response would suffice and that he wouldn't continue with his angry interrogation.
That was not the case.
"You spent the night at a friend's room...And who might that be? Which friend? You have a lot of them..."
"Kurt..." Amy took a deep breath, a feeling of exhaustion taking over her. She'd been so very tired last night, physically wary - but on top of that, she was also emotionally and mentally worn out. She was sick of the constant fighting between the Olympic Gold Medalist and herself. And frankly, it had been nice to get away from all of that the previous night. Yes, she'd been crying and miserable over everything, but she hadn't actually been fighting with anyone last night. Furthermore, she realized she hadn't even really missed KUrt the previous night. It had been like a mini-break not to spend those few hours with him.
Amy sighed. "Does it really make any difference?" she asked wearily.
"Yeah, it does!" Kurt cried. "You bet your sweet ass it does! It makes a huge difference if you spent the night with Jeff Hardy rather than with Trish Stratus!"
"Kurt, lower your voice..." the redhead demanded in a loud whisper. "There are people still sleeping around here..." Then, before he could interrupt, she went on. "And I didn't 'spend the night' with anyone - not in the way you're thinking when you mention Jeff. I didn't stay in his room, by the way."
Angle stared at her, his expression still angry. There seemed to be a kind of annoyed anticipation in the look he gave her - as though he were still waiting for an answer as to whose room she spent the night in.
"I was upset last night, and I knew I didn't want to stay here, so I left. I didn't get very far until I ran into Adam out in the hall..."
"Adam? You mean tall, blond...Canadian?"
"That's right...And he didn't want me to be all alone when I was so upset, so he let me come to his room..."
"Oh, did he?" Kurt's blue eyes were now really flashing with anger. Amy found herself feeling surprised - Angle was basically never jealous. He'd never been the type to care when another man looked at her, or even talked to her and seemed close to being overly friendly. Between the two of them, she was the one who generally had a jealous streak.
"Kurt, what's the big deal?" she asked, gesturing with both arms. "There was a spare bed, which is the one I slept in..."
"So what? You were still in the same room, alone together!"
"Nothing happened!" she cried, annoyance beginning to well up inside of her. "For crying out loud - Adam is my friend, and he's not the type of guy to take advantage of a woman in distress!"
"Oh, please!" the Olympian said, and he began to pace a little before her. "Suppose I spent the night in a woman's hotel room - Torrie, say...How would that make you feel?"
Amy felt her blood racing at the name of the blonde diva she disliked so much - and coming from her boyfriend's lips, no less.
"That is a totally different scenario!" she insisted, now officially angry. "First of all, I don't appreciate you comparing Adam with Torrie...Second, she's not really your friend, so the situation wouldn't be the same. And third, how dare you mention her! You know how much I despise that bitch!"
"Yeah, I do know...so what?" He turned around and strode to the door.
"Where are you going?" Amy asked, further irate that he would have the nerve to walk out in the middle of a fight.
"I'm gonna get an early breakfast," he said. "I can't stand around here arguing with you all morning, because frankly, I have a bit of a hangover and my head can't take it..."
"Hangover, huh? And whose fault would that be?" she retorted. "Way to go..."
Kurt glared at her for a beat, his lips moving a little as he apparently muttered something - or wanted to - about her or the situation. Then, he opened the door and left, shutting it tightly behind him.
Amy closed her eyes, a feeling of defeat overwhelming her very core. She sat down on the edge of the bed and buried her face in both hands wearily.
Damn it... She had to do something about this, rectify it somehow... This relationship was driving her further and further into a pit of despair.
If she continued much longer, she feared she'd never get out...