Trish couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this. She was going to tell Rocky the whole truth, and then if he was still with her, she'd know that he really did love her.
Rocky could see how hard this was for her, but wanted to get to the truth so she would know, without a doubt, that he loved her and would never leave her. He wanted to make her feel safe with him, and trust him. This was his chance to prove himself to her.
She opened her mouth, ready to tell him everything, when she heard someone call out her name. She froze, recognising the voice. She turned and saw someone quickly approaching her and Rocky. Her father.
'Oh God. This isn't happening.' She said to herself.
She could see Rocky was confused and looked her questioningly, wanting to know what was going on, who this man was.
As he finally reached the two, Trish was too shocked to move or say anything. She just looked up in horror at the man in front of her. Her father turned to face Rocky, and held out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Jake Roberts. Trish's father."
"Rocky's eyes widened in surprise as he shook the older man's hand. This was Trish's father?
Before he could say anything, Jake continued.
"You don't mind if I talk to Trish for a minute, do you?"
Rocky looked from Jake to Trish. He was concerned when he noticed her fearful gaze and knew she didn't want to be alone with him. That surprised him. Why wouldn't she want to talk to her father?
Not waiting for a reply, Jake stepped forward and reached out to grab his daughter's arm. Seeing him reaching out for her, Trish snapped out of her shocked state and quickly took a step backwards.
"Get away from me!" She cried out, surprising both men.
"No! I don't want you talking to me. I don't want you anywhere near me! Just stay away from me. I'm not a little girl anymore, I won't let you hurt me again!"
Jake seemed to be startled by her outburst, and stepped forward. Rocky saw this, and grabbed him by the arm before he could touch her. He was overwhelmed with feelings of protectiveness and anger at the man who was causing Trish pain, even though he didn't know why.
"I don't know what the hell you did to her, but she doesn't want to talk to you. So you better stay away from her, or you'll be answering to me."
Jake could see that he meant it, and decided to back down.
'Besides,' he said to himself. 'She isn't worth it.'
He pulled himself out of Rocky's grasp and, with one final look towards Trish, walked away. This wasn't the end of this.
Trish stood in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Rocky had protected her. A lone tear fell down her cheek and she felt a finger brush it away. She looked up into Rocky's eyes, and saw the love in his eyes. Love for her. She threw her arms around him and felt him tighten his arms around her waist.
"It's okay," he said, trying to comfort her. "He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore. It's over."
Pulling back slightly, Trish looked up at Rocky and knew that she never wanted to be without him. She would tell him the truth, and she prayed to God that he still wanted her.
"Let's go back to the hotel," she whispered, "And I'll tell you everything."
Rocky was glad that she still wanted to open up to him and, taking her hand, led her back to the hotel. Once there, he sat her down on the couch and took a seat close beside her.
Trish took a deep breath before beginning.
"I… I really don't know where to start. When I was a kid, my parents would always fight. Sometimes my father would come and take it out on me."
"You mean, he would hit you?" Rocky asked gently.
"When I got older, it got worse. Then one day, I came home from school, and I couldn't find my mother. She was usually waiting for me in the living room, but she wasn't there. So I went looking for her. I went into her bedroom and…"
Trish stopped. Rocky felt her shaking and tenderly took her hand in his, silently giving her strength to continue.
"And I found her. She was lying on the bed, so pale. And there was so much blood. She had slit her wrists. She was dead."
Trish began sobbing and Rocky pulled her into his arms, slowly rocking her back and forwards. She continued.
"I was so mad at her for leaving me with him," she said, in between sobs. "And he said it was my fault. That she killed herself because of me. I believed him. So, when he started raping me, I thought that it was what I deserved. I deserved to be punished."
Rocky felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. He tightened his hold on Trish, wishing that he could have been there, could have protected her from it. He wished that he could go find her father and make him pay. But hearing Trish cry harder, he knew he couldn't leave her. He couldn't imagine what she must have gone through growing up. But he was here now. And he was going to make sure that nothing like that ever happened to her again. He pulled back slightly and placed his hand on Trish's chin, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Trish, it wasn't your fault. What your mother did was because of her, it had nothing to do with you. And you did not deserve what happened to you. Nobody deserves that, no matter what they've done. Baby, what he did to you was wrong, and I want nothing more then to go find him and make him sorry he ever touched you."
Trish stared at him, not sure what to say. She had not been expecting that response.
"You… you don't hate me?" she asked quietly, scared of what his answer would be.
Rocky shook his head.
"Trish, I could never hate you. None of what you told me could ever make me love you less. In fact, if anything, it makes me love you more, knowing what you went though and here you are now, a successful, beautiful, smart, wonderful young woman. You absolutely amaze me."
Trish was stunned at his response, and could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. She wondered what she had done to be loved by someone like Rocky. But she knew one thing. She was never going to let him go.
Reaching up, she caressed his cheek, before leaning up and pressing her lips gently against his.
She was no longer alone. It didn't matter what happened from now on, she knew that Rocky would always be there with her, every step of the way.