Chapter 7

The ride to the arena was a joyful one for Patricia, after what had happened to her that morning at the hands of Matt Hardy.

"So, hows the mother-to-be," Trish asked her, smiling.

Patricia looked at her, and she thought for second before replying to Trish's question.

"Not good," Patricia said to her. "I miscarried this morning while I was taking a shower."

'No more like miscarried by getting the hell beat out of me' Patricia said to herself.

Trish's smile faded and she studied Patricia silently. Trish noticed her green eyes didn't seem to have that usual glow, but they seemed to be lifeless. Trish noted the light application of make up on her face.

'Yep, he found out she was having his baby again,' Trish said to herself. 'So, he beat her until she lost it.'

"I'm sorry," Trish said to her.

Trish gave her a hug, and comforted her the best way a friend could. Matt, using the rear view mirror as a spy, he looked through and he eyed Patricia and Trish very carefully. Smirking, Matt turned his attention back to the road, but he silently tried to listen to their conservation.

"Did he beat you," Trish whispered to her, not wanting Matt to over hear.

"Yes," Patricia replied. "Then he made me suck me off."

"My, God," Trish said, being horrified. "Patricia, you need to leave him, before he kills you."

"How, Trish," Patricia said to her. "Every time I try to, he always finds out and makes me stay with him."

"Don't worry, Patricia," Trish said to her, trying to figure out a plan for her to escape Matt for good. "I'll help you find a way."

"How far along were you," Jeff asked her, trying to ease the conversation to him, so Matt wouldn't suspect a thing.

"I was....," Patricia said to Jeff, when Trish sat straight in her seat. "Four months ago."

Everyone gasped in utter shock, which included Matt, and tears filled her green eyes again.

"I would have had twins," Patricia confessed openly.

'That mother fucking baby killer,' Trish hissed softly to herself, controlling her urge to claw Matt's fucking eyes out.

"They would have been born on Christmas Day," Patricia said to them before weeping openly, and feeling so guilt for their deaths at the hand of the man that fathered them.

Then a plan flashed in Trish's head, and she decided to put it into action tonight.

"Soon as we get to the arena you need to see the doctor," Trish suggested to Patricia, silently praying she would take the bait.

"No," Patricia said quickly. "I already went to the hospital."

"Patricia," Trish said to her, silently pleading with her to take her suggestion. "Sometimes those damned idiots miss something."

"Well," Patricia said to her carefully, as she watched for Matt's reaction to Trish's statement. "Ok, I'll let the doctor check me, to see if the doctor at the hospital missed anything."

Jeff decided to go along with Trish's plan, and thought of the perfect idea.

"Then Matt and myself," Jeff said to them, "will attend the TV meeting to discuss what's going to happen tonight."

"That's perfect," Trish said to Jeff, silently thanking him for piping in. "Then Patricia and myself can meet you two after the meeting."

"Ok, that sounds good," Patricia, said to Trish, with fear edged in her voice.

Matt gripped the steering wheel like he was hanging on a cliff's edge for dear life, making his knuckles turn ghostly white from lack of blood flow. His eyes narrowed to slits, and his rage flowed through his veins like blood. His lips curved in a dangerous smile.

'She'd better not saying anything to the doctor' Matt said to himself, while staring into the rear view at Patricia, and she saw the killer instinct look in his eyes.

"You tell him anything," Matt mouthed to her silently "it will be the last thing you'll ever do."

Ice-cold fear flowed through Patricia's body as she looked at him, and started to tremble. Trish noticed how her friend's emotions changed, and rubbed her hands up and down Patricia's arms trying to calm her fears away.

'Tonight,' Trish and Jeff thought to themselves, 'we put this plan into action.'

Chapter 8 Matt pulled into the Arena parking lot and killed the engine. Matt's eerie silence scared Patricia the most, and she could feel his rage slowly starting to build within him, awaiting to be released upon her again. While Jeff and Trish exited the car, Matt decided to play a little mind game with Patricia, and he got out of the car. He opened her door like a gentlemen. They saw through his play-acting.

'He's trying to fool her,' Trish said to herself, staring at Matt while he caressed Patricia's check with right index finger.

"Don't disappoint me," Matt hissed into her ear, as a warning to her if she told anyone about the beatings.

"I won't," Patricia said to him like a slave obeying their master's order. "Master"

Trish and Patricia walked to the back of the car. Trish could see fear in Patricia's green eyes. Trish placed her hand on her shoulder and smiled at her before speaking.

"He threaten you didn't he," Trish asked her.

"No," Patricia said to her flatly. "He said he's changing his ways."

Trish's eyes widen in utter shock at her statement, and then she narrowed her eyes at her.

'How dare she defended him like that' Trish asked herself.

"Bullshit, and you know it," Trish hissed at her, softly "A man that beats a woman is never going to stop or change his ways."

"You're wrong, Trish," Patricia said to her hotly. "Matt can change his ways, just wait and see."

"Just wait and see, huh," Trish said to her. "Listen, Patricia, do you want Matt to kill you?"

Like a flash, Patricia saw herself lying in a coffin, and everyone was crying for the loss of her. In utter horror, she saw that Matt was crying "crocile tears" while reading his speech about her.

"No," Patricia said softly, as the flash ended.

"Do you want to be one of the lucky ones that leaves the abusive man," Trish said to her. "Or be the next headline on the news and newspaper?"

Little did they know that a stranger wearing a leather vest and blue jeans with black boots was watching them from the shadows. His pale blue eyes glowing lovingly at Patricia, and going to deadly slits at Matt Hardy.

"Soon," Brock said with an evil smile on his lips, and rubbing his hands in anticipation. "You will pay for what you have done to her."

Chapter 9

Patricia got a full physical and complete OB done to clean her insides out and to make sure nothing was left to make her sick, or lead to her death by poisoning.

"Tell me Patricia," Doctor Johnson said to her "how did you get all those belt welts on your back?"

Patricia swallowed past a lump in her throat. Matt's warning echoed through her mind. Seeing her hesitate, Trish placed her hand on her shoulder and nodded her head slowly, silently encouraging her to speak.

"From my boyfriend, Matt Hardy," Patricia said stuttering, and her body starting to tremble "He beat me this morning, after I took a shower, for finding out I was 'knocked up' again."

"Again," Doctor Johnson said to her. "How times has he caused to you to miscarry?"

Tears filled her green eyes, and she blinked them away to clear her vision.

"Four times," Patricia confessed. "Every time I told him I would be beat so bad that I would miscarry an hour or a week after."

"How long has he been beating you," Doctor Johnson asked her.

"After he took my innocence," Patricia confessed. "Which was two years yesterday."

"My, God," Trish and Doctor Johnson exclaimed.

"How can you withstand the beatings," Doctor Johnson asked her "Normally, a woman would be dead by now."

"I have a high tolerance for pain," Patricia said with a slight smile. Her smile disappeared "Please don't tell anyone what I have told you."

"Don't worry everything you have said will never this room or be heard from my lips," Doctor Johnson said to her.

"Thank you," Patricia said to her smiling again.

***

After dressing, Trish helped Patricia color her hair to a light auburn, almost spicy looking, and re-did her make up. Then, Trish helped Patricia grab her things from Matt's locker room, and escorted her to the exit door of the arena.

"Thank you, Trish," Patricia said to her, giving her a hug.

Trish pulled back from the hug, and reached into her pocket. She pulled out two sets of keys, and gave them to Patricia.

"You're welcome," Trish said to her.

Trish handed Patricia a set of keys to a black Mustang, and another set of keys to beach house in Tampa Florida under a fake name.

"Trish, I...," Patricia said being at a loss for words.

Trish put her hand up, and waved for her to stop.

"I'm not the one you should thank," Trish said to her.

"If not you, then who," Patricia said to her.

"Me," Brock said, stepping from the shadows.

Brock wore his black leather vest that was unbuttoned and his favorite blue jeans. To give him more of a biker look, he wore his favorite black boots. Patricia felt her heart beat faster. Patricia took a step from Trish and Brock, but Brock took a step towards her not wanting to frighten her. Brock reached out his hand towards her, and Patricia flinched thinking she was going to be hit. Only to find, Brock softly and lovingly caressed her face.

"But why," Patricia asked him.

"I couldn't stand by, and watch him destroy the woman that I have fallen in love with," Brock said to her.

"What," Patricia said to him, feeling shocked as hell hearing that come from his lips. "You can't love me Brock. I'm no good."

"That's not true," Brock said to her "I am in love with you, and you're the best looking woman I have ever seen."

"That's for sure," Trish, piped in. "These women, and yes I'm including myself in this, don't have the natural beauty, or fire that lights up a room, or a man's heart."

The sudden realization of what Brock and Trish were trying to tell her, hit her like ton of bricks. Brock took her face into his hands. He lowered his lips to hers in a soft tender kiss, and she moaned softly.

"I need to go," Patricia said softly.

Then she pulled herself away from Brock, and grabbed her things. She pushed up the door and went out without giving Trish or Brock time to say good-bye.

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