Dark and Brutal

Not Yours

"Money in the bank is in a few weeks. I'm thinking of asking Triple H for another triple threat match for the title," Rhea says as she packs her gear.

It's been a few weeks since the night they went to the club with Buddy. Now they're on their way to yet another area for Raw. They're beginning to make MITB qualifying matches tonight, and Rhea wants to defend her title. Leaving battered and bruised bodies behind her while Samantha shouts 'AND STILL...'.

Vic chuckles and Rhea looks at her.

"What?"

"You're just trying to distract yourself from the fact that it's in Canada," Vic replies as she folds a leather skirt.

"No- you're not taking those," Rhea cuts herself off to say as she grabs the skirt from Vic.

"What? Yes I am," Vic says as she reaches to grab the skirt back.

Rhea holds it away and shakes her head.

"It's too short. Way too short. You're not wearing this out there," Rhea replies.

Vic's eyes narrow in annoyance before she rolls them.

"You're just being jealous. You know you love it."

"Yeah. In private where only I or Buddy can see you in it," Rhea shrugs.

Vic snatches the skirt from her hands and rolls her eyes as she folds it and places it in her suitcase.

"Roll your eyes again, Vic," Rhea says.

"Whatever. You're not my boss, Rhea," Vic mumbles as she zips the suitcase.

Rhea grabs Vic's hips and pulls her back against her roughly. Vic gasps lightly as Rhea's fingers dig into her waist and she can feel her breath on her neck as she talks.

"No. I'm your girlfriend," Rhea whispers.

Vic stiffens. Then tries to pull Rhea's hands off her waist. Rhea grips tighter to hold on and Vic groans before yanking at them.

"Let go of me! You're not that either!"

Rhea's hands immediately drop and Vic feels her backing away. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, already knowing the face she'll see when she turns around. And when she does turn around, she's met with the exact face she was afraid of.

A face of sadness and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Rhea speaks softly.

"There's so much that's been left unsaid, Rhea. So much we haven't talked about. You can't just..you can't just expect me to forgive and forget because we fool around," Vic says as she rubs her arm.

Rhea runs her fingers through her hair and looks away.

"Nice to know you think it's just us fooling around," she says.

"Isn't that what you do?" Vic snaps.

Rhea's face turns from shock to anger to hurt in a split second.

"That's not fair," she whispers.

"Are you really telling me what's fair right now? After all you've done?" Vic says.

"I thought I was earning your trust. I was working to earn your forgiveness. To make you feel safe again. I thought you being with me- with us- was you starting to forgive me."

Vic opens her mouth then shuts it and frowns. Noticing Rhea's use of past tense.

"Was..?" She questions

"I guess I was wrong about us. About you and what you want. I'm going to go..get my own Uber.." Rhea says.

"Rhea I-"

"I'll see you at the show, Vic," Rhea says before walking out with her own bag and leaving Vic behind standing alone in the room wondering what just happened.