Forbidden By All

Night Of Bombshells

Seven days has passed since Bri's infidelity with Joshua Fatu. The thought that she had cheated on her still husband was lingering quite heavily on the young woman. She was now at work, busy as always with seeing some of the VIP fans, getting creative direction for the long night ahead of them. Of course, with how the WWE had been treating their women as of late, especially Brie, she was more than likely going to just be a punching bag for the women who are 'Higher up on the card'. She continued to look around for anyone whom she could potentially trust with this dreadful secret that she was keeping with her. It was painful to know that no matter whom she told about this, it would somehow come back to bite her on the ass like most things tend to do. "Bri? Hey sweetheart, where have you been? Goddamn you are pale as..me." A quiet giggle was heard from behind Bri as the voice was a familiar British tone and it got closer to her.

It was Saraya, also known on Television as Paige. The raven haired, gothic girl greeted Bri with a gentle little hug as her face was gripped with concern for her friend. It wasn't like Bri to be this distracted at work by anything, none the less this distracted on a Monday Night RAW. WWE's flagship show hosted many events all the time, it wasn't uncommon for Bri to find herself having little time to even grab a bite to eat. But tonight was different, tonight there was a certain look on her face and an even stronger feeling pitted deep in her stomach. It was dread, fear, anxiety. Something was eating her up on the inside and Saraya now wanted to try her best to help her friend. "What's a matter? You seem upset." Saraya placed her hand on Bri's bicep and rubbed up and down it gently as she was trying to be as comforting as possible.

"It's nothing, Raya. Really, I just don't feel too good tonight." Bri lied through her teeth. She felt fine, physically she felt better than she ever has. But that was clearly not the issue, her physical fitness was borderline perfect, her spirit was being eviscerated by the demons she was keeping cooked up inside. Saraya without warning grabbed Bri and pulled her to the locker room, determined to get this out of her and figure out what in the world has managed to drag such a happy spirit into the dumps.

"Sit. And you're going to tell me what's got that pretty little head of yours all gobbed up, and that is final!" Saraya crossed her arms and stared a hole through Bri, she can see through lies and bullshit in people she actually cares about. She was also in somewhat of a tizzy herself to be honest, but this was no time to talk about herself, this was about Bri and why she was so distraught for a mystery reason. Bri sat down on the bench, her eyes immediately became red and she looked down, her silky hair falling over her face like a blanket.

"I-I did something awful, Saraya..Really awful..Unforgivable type of awful..A-And I can't bring myself to even so much as eat right now.." Bri softly squeaked as she tried to fight the urge to cry right here in the locker room. Of course she resisted as hard as she could, quite literally five minutes prior she had just gotten off of the makeup chair and there was no way that she was going to ruin that with tears.

Saraya's eyes widened a bit and her eyebrows dipped down with a saddened expression on her face, "What did you do then, sweetie? Come, talk to me..Keepin' that type'a shit in ya head is a good way to go mad.." The pale British woman spoke in a soft soothing tone, although she was quite a vulgar human by nature, it was more or less reassuring to Bri. When Saraya wasn't swearing, there was something wrong. Saraya dropped to her knees in front of Bri and snatched both of her hands up in hers, Saraya had tiny little hands, that most of the time were too cold to touch, but that didn't stop her from grabbing Bri's and holding them. Quite frankly, Bri enjoyed the fact that her hands were cold, it was a distraction that prevented her from crying.

"I.." Bri was battling hard right now, her insides were twisted up, all of her blood was boiling with shame and utter humiliation for what she was preparing herself to say. This bombshell would no doubt come back to haunt her, but what's worse? Holding in a secret that is tearing your heart apart? Or getting the demons out and watching them manifest in those you hold dearest.."I hurt Bryan.." Bri didn't have the courage to get the news out entirely but still managed to spew at least a portion of the truth.