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Edge ran a hand through his long blond hair, wanting to tear it out by the root rather than just move it off of his face.
He was absolutely furious - and appalled beyond belief. Lita had told him everything - every disgusting, despicable little detail of what Test had done to her.
He wanted nothing more than to punch out a window or a wall - even better, the taller Canadian's smug, buck-toothed face. The bastard!
He couldn't believe it... It all felt like a horrible nightmare, from which he'd awaken and find himself holding the redhead securely in his arms. She would be safe, and have never been raped or violated in any way, shape or form...
But Edge knew better. He had wanted to throw up when she'd told him everything. He'd literally felt sick. All that time - all those months, and he'd never known a thing. Hell, he'd never even suspected anything like this. He couldn't fathom this kind of horror.
Oh, God... The horrifying thoughts that had gone through his mind. He'd actually been concerned that the redhead might have picked up some nasty disease from the asshole - but Lita had tearfully told him that Test had always used condoms with her - because he'd claimed he wasn't taking any chances 'with a skank' like her.
Edge wanted to kick something - smash something. However, his fondest desire at the moment was to find Test and kill the son of a bitch.
He now understood exactly why his girlfriend had gone to Chris Jericho. Although he'd been skeptical at first, he believed it when Lita said that she and the loudmouthed blond man were cousins. According to her, they'd kept the truth of their familial ties a secret because the redhead had feared people would talk - that they would say the only reason she got into the WWF was because of her older cousin. She wanted to be known by her own merits, and not thought of as riding on anyone's coattails.
Edge could understand that. And although he didn't like Y2J one bit since the man had changed, he was a tiny bit relieved that Lita had had him to turn to in her hour of need. But it absolutely horrified him that, in all this time, he'd never known a thing of what she was going through...
The bastard had found out about them - how, the redhead herself didn't even know. But he'd threatened to go public with the truth of their relationship if Lita had not complied with his wishes.
Frowning, both hands clenched into tight fists, the blond man returned to his rental car. He'd been driving around for awhile but had felt the need to get out of the vehicle to work off the excess negative energy he was feeling. Somehow, he'd managed to curtail his impulsive desire to smash a mailbox.
Now, he wanted to just get the hell in the car and return to the hotel - to Lita. She needed him - now more than ever before. And unlike a lot of men and how they would react to this sickening situation, he had no intention of leaving her over this. That was probably her biggest fear at that very moment, and probably had been from the start. He loved her. And he would take care of her...
The tall Canadian had driven for almost about a mile before suddenly having to pull over to the side of the road. He felt his stomach lurching uncontrollably and knew he was going to be sick.
Edge emptied the contents of his stomach all over the embankment, retching so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. He wouldn't have been surprised to see that he had vomited blood...
He knew the tears did not stem merely from the violent spasms of his stomach...
"Oh, God..." he muttered once he had completely purged himself. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!!!"
He turned back toward the rental car, and, acting on sheer impulse, he pounded a fist onto the hood. He sank against the vehicle and wept.