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Edge took a sip of his lime green tea Snapple, then placed the bottle on the nightstand beside his hotel bed as he watched a movie on cable.
He stretched out his long legs, his arms folding up behind his head as he repositioned himself to get comfortable.
After several minutes, he realized he really wasn't paying attention to the movie he had on. His mind was too focused on Lita and Trish, and on how terribly upset the two divas had been - and still were.
Mostly, he had to admit, he was thinking of Lita...
The truth was, the tall blond man had developed a crush on her practically from the time she'd first joined the WWE. And then, after that bastard Essa Rios had turned on her and beaten her up in the ring, Edge had wanted more than anything for himself and Christian to run out there and rescue her - but Matt and Jeff Hardy had beaten them to the punch. Of course, the Hardyz had been their biggest enemies at the time, so he'd had to pretty much act like he'd hated Lita as much as he'd hated them - but in reality, he'd found himself falling head over heels in love with the redheaded diva.
He was so angry with his brother for how he'd treated her, for what he'd done. Christian hadn't realized what a treasure Lita was - though he did know of the feelings Edge harbored for her... The tall blond man knew that what it all boiled down to was a silly, stupid brotherly contest - it pleased Christian to no end to try to get something - or someone - he wanted...
The Canadian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He reached over to snatch it up from the nightstand and answered.
"Hello?"
"Edge? It's Trish..." The petite blonde spoke in a very odd voice, and Edge frowned. She hadn't even said hello, and that was damn rare. He wondered what was up.
"Hey, Trish - what's going on?" he asked. He was suddenly taken aback as the young woman began to cry - but he figured it was all the stuff from earlier that night, and the previous week, that was still getting to her.
"Chris and I... W-we..." Her voice broke, as she was choked with sobs.
Edge sat up at hearing Jericho's name. So, that was it? The asshole had tried hassling her some more?
"What? What did Jericho do to you now? I'll find him and take him a-"
"No, Edge, no..." Trish said sadly, and he could hear her sniffling. "Chris is here with me, and - Edge, it's Lita... She's been... attacked - I... I think she's been... raped..."
The tall blond man was out the door in a flash. He didn't even hear everything his friend had said - after hearing her speak the redhead's name, he'd removed the phone from his ear and taken off.
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"Oh, my God... Oh, God..." Trish cried, her brown eyes filled with tears as she stared down at her best friend with horror. The redhead had a very visible contusion on her head, and, to her utmost horror, she'd noticed blood beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. Somehow, Trish knew it wasn't simply that Lita had just gotten her monthly visitor...
Chris turned to meet the blonde's eyes, horror consuming him as well. He was partly in shock of what had happened to the redhead.
"The paramedics should be here in no time..." he said softly. He'd made certain to lay Lita on the bed, to cover her up as best he could. If she'd gone into shock, that would be the thing to do.
They both looked up as a loud and frantic knocking sounded at the door. A second later, a voice accompanied the knocks.
"Trish, let me in!"
The little blonde rushed to the door to let Edge in. The tall Canadian's green eyes went wide with horror as he took in the sight of Lita - but he quickly grew enraged as he ran into the room, attacking the other man, who was standing over the evidently unconscious diva.
"You fucking bastard!" Edge yelled as he grabbed Jericho by his shirt. He shoved him hard against the wall, his eyes glaring with hatred at him, teeth actually bared in his fury. "What the hell did you do to her?!"
Trish was crying out to him to stop, let him go, but Edge could only see red - and he had no reason not to believe that Chris Jericho wasn't responsible for Lita being in her current state.
"I didn't do anything!" Y2J shouted, a bit angry himself as he tried to shove the other man off of him. "Trish and I were talking, and then she came over here! She must have collapsed outside the door - or someone dumped her out there!"
"By God, if you're lying-"
"He's not, Edge - I swear it!" the blonde diva yelped. "Now, let him go! I heard a knock, and when I answered, Lita was laying unconscious on the floor!"
The tall blond man loosened his grip on the other man as he absorbed Trish's words. He turned slowly and stood over the redhead on the bed, and the horrifying knowledge of what must have happened hit him like a ton of bricks.
Edge actually began to cry as he stared down at Lita... He raised a hand up to his mouth as he felt a scream of rage and horror building up inside of him.
He felt literally sick as he realized - as unfathomable as it was - that Christian
must have attacked Lita... His own brother must have done this...