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Trish was gnawing on the nail of her left thumb as she paced the length of her locker room.
Her mind was in a whirlwind of worry. She was relieved at least that Christian was not here for the moment.
She had to figure out what to do... The overwhelming urge to talk to another diva struck her, but... *Who* could she talk to? She wasn't exactly friends with Gail Kim or Molly Holly. Ivory was gone, co-hosting Experience. Nidia was still very new on the RAW roster and she didn't know her too well. She and Stacy Keibler *had* been friends, but that was prior to WrestleMania - not to mention the fact that the leggy blonde had been pretty scarce for the last few weeks. She'd been friendly with Victoria very briefly, but like with Stacy, not since WrestleMania. Lilian Garcia - well, she'd basically turned her back on the little ring announcer.
And then there was Lita... The fiery redhead had been her closest female friend for the longest time - certainly longer than any of the other divas in the WWE. They'd been through a lot together and had always lent each other a hand during times of need. Of course, this had been *before*.
Trish's heart nearly broke as she recalled all the times recently that she'd been downright cruel to Lita. After she'd hooked up with Christian - the same man who'd bet on getting the redhead into the sack quicker than Chris Jericho could do the same with *her* - Trish had turned on her friend. And, no doubt she'd made the other woman feel like shit. All after Lita had been the best friend she could have asked for.
She felt sick. How very horrible she'd been.
Trish exhaled a deep breath as she halted in her tracks and ran both hands through her blonde hair. The way she saw it, Lita was her only option. She didn't suppose the redhead would welcome her with open arms, but she *had* to at least *try*.
Sighing, the diva went through the door and out into the hallway. She knew this was not going to be easy and that she really had a lot of nerve. But what choice did she really have?
Steeling herself as she reached the door to the locker room she knew Lita was sharing with Victoria, Trish knocked. She held her breath, her heart thumping uncomfortably as she waited for a response.
"What took you so long? It's about ti-" The redhead stopped as she opened the door to see Trish Stratus standing just outside. "*You're* not Edge... Go away!" She started to shut the door in the blonde's face, but Trish pressed both hands against it, pleading as she tried to appeal to her former friend.
"No... Lita, please! I need to speak to you!"
The door swung back open and the taller woman's hazel eyes glared at her.
"*You* need to speak to *me*? Interesting considering that you told me not too long ago to 'go fuck' myself."
Trish flinched. It was true - she *had* said those exact words to the redhead just a mere few days ago. What the hell had she been thinking? She shook her head.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Lita."
The spunky redhead glared at her silently for a beat, then broke into sarcastic laughter.
"Yeah... I'm really going to fall for *that*. Goodbye, Trish!" She started to close the door again, but the little blonde begged.
"I'm serious! *Please*, Lita! I-I need your help..." Tears were beginning to well in her brown eyes.
Lita peered at Trish through the slightly cracked ajar door, noting the blonde woman seemed on the verge of tears. Then, after a long moment in which she was sure she would regret it, she sighed. "Fine... Come in."
Trish did so, relief sweeping over her as she entered. Then, forcing herself not to cry, she turned to face the redhead.
"Thank you..."