Notes: Chyna's hurting at her loss and consequently, she leaves victims on the way.
"Steve's been acting strangely around me lately," Debra whispered to Chyna on the flight to New York City.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. He's always in meetings. I swear, if I didn't know him better, I'd swear he was fucking Tori again."
At the mention of that name, Chyna had to force herself from not spewing the streak of insulting words that flew to her mind.
"He wouldn't sleep with her again," she said dryly.
"I know. He promised me I wouldn't have to worry about him sleeping with any of the women on the roster anymore, so I know he's not cheating but still, I'm worried about him."
"About him?"
"Maybe his neck is bothering him again and he doesn't want to worry me or something."
Chyna turned around and look at her friend and tried her best not to snap at her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Chyna?" Debra asked after a few minutes, "what do you think?"
"I think your husband is too busy fucking Hunter until they both go cross-eyed for him to care about his fucking neck. But hey, at least he's not fucking one of the women on the roster like he promised you."
"Chyna, I can't believe you'd say something like that!"
"Something like the truth? Come on Debra, don't pretend you didn't have a clue. They're always together. Always. You couldn't have not known. You couldn't be that blind. Or maybe you know and you're ignoring it. Maybe you're a doormat and the three of you are enjoying that too much to have it change."
"He is not sleeping with Hunter!"
"Really? Why is it that the both of them have been in that bathroom for the past fifteen minutes?"
Her eyes still closed, Chyna heard Debra jump to her feet and stomp off toward the bathroom. She sighed. She was going to get shit for that but right now, she was so past caring.
"I agree that she needed to know," Test said, sitting down in Debra's vacated seat. But did you have to be so rough about it?"
"I'm tired of pretending I'm nice. I'm tired of pretending I care about stupid shit. I'm tired of trying to ease everyone's feelings. Who the fuck is trying to make anything easy for me?"
"Come on babe, you don't have it that bad."
"You know what? It's true, I don't have it that bad, but I want more, damn it! And there's nothing wrong with that. Who ever said that I should be content with a lonely life?"
Just then, a clamor came from the front of the plane where Debra jerked open the door to the tiny bathroom and Hunter and Steve came stumbling out, their pants down around their ankles, their activities leaving no doubt to anyone watching.
"Steve!" Debra screamed, "you promised me this was over. That you loved me and only me!"
"Shit Debra! What the fuck possessed you open that fucking door?"
"A need for truth!"
Hunter and Steve were getting up, trying to gather themselves back up amidst the laughter from their coworkers.
"Babe, it was a one-time deal. Hell, I love you, not Hunter. He's just a fuck!"
"Well, you were fucking him, been spending time with him. Hell, he's been more of a wife to you than I have been."
"Debra," said Hunter, reaching out to touch her arm.
"Do not touch me," she hissed, "you rotten piece of shit! Is that why Chyna had to leave you? Were you fucking my husband then too?"
"Chyna's got nothing to do with this!" Helmsley said, his voice rising.
"Oh yeah she does! We both lost the men in our lives because they were too busy fucking each other. She was smart enough to see it and walk away. And thanks to her, I saw it too."
"Thanks to her?" Steve asked, his blue eyes narrowing on Chyna. He stalked over to her, everyone in the plane holding their breath as she got up to meet him head on.
"Anything I can do for you Steve?" Chyna asked, looking him head on.
"What the fuck are you doing, putting your nose in my business?"
"Me? Whatever have I done that was so wrong Steve? Did I cheat on my wife? No, that was you. Did I lie to her about it? No, that was you again. So the way I see it, I didn't do anything you didn't do yourself."
"Why you bitch!"
"I've been called much worse!"
"My question is why you really did this though," Steve hissed. "Could it be because your lonely dyke bitch ass is after my wife's ass?"
Chyna didn't say anything. She just smiled and over Steve's shoulder, she saw Hunter wince since he knew exactly what was coming his lover's way.
The knee she delivered to the Texan's still aroused genital area made the whole plane start along with him. He crumbled in front of her, swearing his head off and promising her the very worse of punishments for her attack. Then Chyna looking around the plane, daring anyone else to take her on, her eyes narrowing on Tori, carefully ignoring Molly before sitting back down.
Debra started to walk to Steve but Hunter put his hand on her arm, shaking his head at her.
"He cheated on us both," he told her. "He's on his own now."
"But..."
"It's up to you but I won't be standing by him anymore."
Debra looked from Hunter to Steve for a good minute and walked to her husband, kneeling next to him. She whispered something into his ear and then she got up and proceeded to kick his already sore genitalia with her very pointy heels.
Chyna looked down at Steve as he writhed on the ground and felt somewhat appeased. She knew there was at least someone who was hurting as badly as she was.