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Lita raised her head weakly, uncertain as to her whereabouts but totally aware of the pain...
Her entire body ached - just about every inch. Her head felt heavy, leaden, as though she'd been drugged or clubbed with a blunt object.
Where the hell was she?
She glanced around, her vision swimming as a wave of dizziness came over her. She was in some locker room, on the cool floor... And then... Oh, God...
Her mind screamed while her mouth could not. She remembered what he'd done to her - how long ago had it been? She'd been in here, changing after a shower following her swim in the hotel pool, and... and...
Slowly, she rose to her feet, her hand grabbing out toward the row of lockers on her right side. She hurt... She just plain hurt.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut at the heaviness of her head, and it was only when she brought her hand to it that she realized she had a rather large goose egg... He'd smashed her head-first into the lockers...
And that wasn't the worst of it - she felt pain between her legs... She also felt wet down there, but not from the normal function of her body, nor from her swim or shower - she'd made certain to dry herself off thoroughly...
Oh, my God... It had to be his semen...
Stifling a scream, Lita began to walk down the short aisle, her belongings all but forgotten. She was not at all mindful of the fact that she was only wearing a bra up top and that her shorts were still open. He hadn't bothered to completely remove them when he'd... She couldn't even bring herself to think the word.
She reached down to zipper her shorts, a feeling of shame almost unbearable running through her. She had to get out of here... Her first instinct told her to go to Edge... But he was a man, and she really needed a woman right now, after... Trish... The blonde diva was her best friend, and, at the moment, she could think of no one else to go to.
In a daze, Lita made her weak way out of the area and up the stairs to the room she knew Trish was staying in. It wasn't easy and took all the strength she had left in her body to get there.
Surprisingly, the hallway was deserted. The redhead had no idea of what the time could possibly be.
Somehow, she reached the Canadian diva's hotel room, and she was so relieved to have arrived that she could have burst into tears.
"Trish... help me..." The words came out of her in a feeble whisper, her voice so soft even she couldn't hear herself.
It took all of Lita's strength to muster the energy to rap on the door.
"Help me..."
Exhausted and wracked by the pain, the redheaded diva collapsed in front of the door. It was taking too much effort for her to keep her eyes open as well. Her lids felt extremely heavy - too heavy, and despite her attempts to keep them open, they closed.
Again, the world faded to black for her.
*
Chris and Trish looked up simultaneously as they heard the knock on the door.
"Don't open it," Jericho said plaintively. They'd been sitting on the bed, talking, holding hands after their kiss. To him, it had been breathtaking - not only the kiss itself, but the talk they'd been having. They were patching up their relationship - if what they'd had over the past two months could be called a 'relationship.'
"It could be an emergency," Trish pointed out. She released Chris' hand despite the crestfallen expression on his face. She bit her lip in mock pity as she gazed back at him from over her shoulder, then turned back to let the visitor in.
There was nobody there...
...Until she noticed the woman lying on the floor just beyond the door.
"Lita? Oh, my God!" The blonde knelt down to check on her fallen friend.
Chris' eyes fixed on the spectacle, then he sprang up and rushed over to the doorway. His heart nearly stopped at the sight.
"Chris, help me!" Trish cried, frantic and distraught. "She's been attacked! Oh, my God..."
The blond man knelt by the unconscious diva's side to check for a pulse and to see if she was breathing.
"Holy shit... Trish, call 911 for an ambulance." Jericho's voice was surprisingly calm, even to him.
The little blonde stood up, her hands tearing at her long hair as she stared down at her friend with horror.
"Oh, God... What-" She stopped speaking as tears threatened her. "Edge... I have to call Edge!"
Chris turned to look at her from over his shoulder.
"Call him after you call for an ambulance - now move, Trish! I..." His voice became choked
as he continued. "I can't tell if she's going to make it or not..."