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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 19 Back At Her Door
Violet's POV
So now, it was a week later and the only person I'd talked to the past week was Shannon. I didn't talk to anyone else. Not Carmi, or Jeff, or Nattie or Eve, or Brie, and of course not Shane. I couldn't face him after what I had finally admitted to myself. Sure, it killed me inside not to be able to talk to him about it all. He was still my best friend, this was just that one thing I could never talk to him about. The only person I would talk to about it was Shannon.
He and I connected on just this certain level. And we understood each other perfectly. He understood why I couldn't face Shane and I understood how he could...well...he understood me completely, okay! He was the only person, other than Shane, who could actually make me smile when I felt like falling apart and dying. And trust me, that's how I felt that whole week. Shannon had to be my rock, he had to keep me stable.
At one point. I had stumbled down the stairs of my house, where Shannon was staying with me for the week and I had caught him on the phone with someone.
(during the week; Shannon's phone call)
I almost tripped on the last step because my attention was distracted by Shannon's voice. Who is he talking to? I'm the only other person in the house. But then there was a pause in his speaking and I realized he was on the phone.
What I heard shocked me. “Dude, Jeff, it's bad.....Him too?...No way...Damn there has to be a fucking psychic link between them...no, she won't talk to anyone...not even Carmi...no, I tried to get her to go visit Damien...yeah, she refused to leave the house...she said she won't leave the house until she has to fly back to SmackDown...Jeff I can't afford to pay for another plane ticket...she's gonna have to go alone...she's not gonna do anything stupid Jeff...she's not suicidal...no, Jeff, man....she's in love! Not trying to kill herself! She's different than you!!!” And with that he hung up the phone.
I sat down on the bottom step, in total shock. Jeff thought I was suicidal. No, he thought I was fucking crazy and suicidal. Was I? Was I really completely loosing it? Can love really drive you insane? Sure, I'd heard people say that it could, but do you ever really believe what those people say? The answer is no. Not until you face the question in your own very life. When you actually have to deal with the consequences of your love. Damn...I'm screwed...
(Back to present; backstage; SmackDown; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
I was still confused and angry at Jeff, but I had to talk to him. No one knew I had overheard that conversation and I didn't plan on anyone ever knowing...
Shane's POV
I was still kicking myself for everything that had happened the past week. After the whole scuffle with Matt, Jeff and Carmi had pulled me off. I hated having both Carmi and Violet see me like that. I lost it. I totally fucking snapped. In front of Violet. God, I'm fucking stupid.
I sat down on the couch in the locker room. I had nothing planned for the night. They never had anything fucking planned for me. They didn't give a shit about me. I only did pre-show matches, that were never televised. My fans didn't matter. My life was fucked up. I couldn't even 'get the girl.' She now knew I had feelings for her, yet she never even approached me. Well, I didn't approach her either, so I guess we're both at fault.
I would try anything to just get her to talk to me. But I couldn't even bring myself to ring her doorbell.
(during the week; back at her door; Where Violet left off)
I parked my truck and got out. I stared up her driveway at her front porch. Shan's car was parked next to mine, so I knew he was here. She was in safe hands. She was okay. Alright, that's all you needed to know. Now you can leave and be happy. I kept trying to tell myself that. But I couldn't. I needed to see her. To speak to her. To know, first-hand, that she was okay. That she was perfectly fine. But I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that she wasn't okay. That nothing was perfectly fine. That she was going downhill, fast. And I didn't get why.
I walked up the long driveway and up to her door. I lifted my hand to knock, but stopped myself. I can't do this. She obviously doesn't want to see me. Coming here could just make everything worse. Fuck. I let out a sigh. But I need to see her. I just need to look at her. So I walked around the front of the house to the right side. I peered into the window by her staircase. God I must look like such a stalker right now.
I pushed the thought away and looked inside. What I saw broke my heart. No, shattered my heart. Shannon wasn't there by her side at that moment. She was sitting on the bottom step of her staircase, bawling her eyes out. Why? I don't know. But I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her everything would be okay. What would be okay? I didn't know. But I'd tell her anything just to get her to stop crying.
I've always hated to see her cry. When her brother died, it was horrible. She locked herself in her room and I swore she was suicidal for about a week or so after the funeral. But Shannon and I could never let her hurt herself. Sure, it was still extremely hard for her every year at the anniversary of his death. But we were always there for her on that day. I'll always be there for her, even if she doesn't want me.
I watched her for a few minutes. And she never stopped crying. Finally Shannon found her and sat down beside her. Pulling her close to him and whispering to her. God I wish that was me.
(Present day; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
Shannon's POV
I wanted to call her, just to make sure my Mama Bugga Bugga was safe and sound. But I'd already called her nine times since she had landed that morning. I was being more of the Mama than she was. That's...weird for us. She's always the one holding our group together. She's the crazy glue that kept our family from falling apart. But now, she's the one that needs the super glue. But she won't talk to the one person who could pull her together.
Dammit Shane, would you just fucking talk to her! I really wanted to yell at him, but yelling at him would discourage him and if Violet ever found out I yelled at him...well, she'd yell at me. I knew he'd been trying to get himself to talk to her all week. After that day I found her crying on the staircase and seeing his car pull out of the driveway... oh God, we were a fucked up family.
(during the week; Crying on the Staircase; where Shane left off)
I had hung up on Jeff a few minutes ago. Damn that guy could certainly piss me off sometimes. There was no doubt Matt was his fucking brother. They were both so hard-headed. I wanted to bash his thick skull into the wall at the moment. How could he think my Mama Bugga Bugga was suicidal. I was the only one who could classify her as that, cause I was the only person she'd see, let alone talk to!
Jeff has lost his fucking mind! I swear! We all have! Matt passed his fucking insanity onto us!Thanks a lot Matt, thanks a lot. God, sarcasm does not become me. My head snapped up when I heard crying, no, sobbing. Shit. I muttered the same word aloud too. I ran out of the kitchen and turned through the living room.
There she was. Wrapped in her favorite furry brown M&M blanket. Her brother loved M&M things. He collected M&M stuff. She had ordered the blanket in remembrance of him a few years back. Well, now, it was her source of comfort. It hadn't left her side so far that week. I walked over to her quickly and sat down next to her on the bottom step.
She instantly leaned into me and I grabbed part of the blanket and wrapped it around me as well. Her house is always damn cold. Dammit, Shannon! Pay attention to the poor woman crying on you right now! I mentally scolded myself as I pulled my Mama Bugga Bugga closer. I whispered soothingly to her and rubbed her back. What else could I do.
That's when I heard them. The retreating footsteps coming from the side section of her front porch. I picked Violet up and carried her to the couch. “I'll be back in a second,” I whispered softly to her; she just nodded and curled herself into a ball. I walked out of the living room into the entry hallway. I swung the front door opened and stared down Violet's driveway.
Sure enough, down there, at the very end of the driveway, was Shane's car. His eyes locked with mine. And I knew immediately that he had seen her crying on the staircase. I saw the pain in his eyes from fifty feet away. He looked down, started up his car, and reversed out of her driveway. Then sped away. He didn't come back like I hoped he would.
(back to present day; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
Violet's POV
“Jeff.” I said softly, knocking on his door. “What!?!” he asked angrily, throwing the door open. The anger in his eyes instantly disappeared when he saw me cowering there. “Violet...” his voice was soft and he reached out and pulled me into him. He closed the door behind me and ushered me into his locker room. “Sit down Baby V,” he said quietly. I cringed at the nickname his brother had given me and he sent me an apologetic look.
I wove it off with my hand and looked away, sitting down on the couch and crossing my arms over my knees as I leaned forward. I stared at the carpet. I really didn't want to ask what I was about to ask. But I needed to be out there, so badly. “What's eating at you Vio?” Jeff asked worriedly, his accent heavy in his speech. I sighed, looking up, hoping something up there was looking out for me. Protecting me.
“I wanna go out there with you tonight. I have to Jeff. I need to be out there. To face him, the people know it involves more than just you and Matt. They know it involves Shane, which means it involves Shannon, which means it has to include me cause I'm part of the Hardy family,” I stated, meeting his eyes. He didn't even blink as he replied. “Sure Violet.”
I stared at him, shocked. I didn't think it was going to be that easy to get him to agree. But he had agreed so I couldn't argue with that. I stood, smiling slightly; fake. He knew it too. He pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. “I think it's good you'll be out there,” he whispered to me and I nodded. “I need to go get ready,” I told him before pecking his cheek goodbye and leaving.
Now my plan was simple. Fuck with Matt's life till he couldn't take it anymore. I would do anything and everything to piss him off. Screw love. Shane never showed up at my door, worrying about me the whole time the past week. I was beginning to doubt what he said and what I had begun to think. Maybe I didn't love him, love him. No, I didn't love him love him. I loved him like I loved Shannon. I loved Shannon like he were Damien, my brother. Which, in conclusion, means, I love Shane as if her were my brother. He was just a replacement for Damien. He was the perfect replacement for Damien.
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So now, it was a week later and the only person I'd talked to the past week was Shannon. I didn't talk to anyone else. Not Carmi, or Jeff, or Nattie or Eve, or Brie, and of course not Shane. I couldn't face him after what I had finally admitted to myself. Sure, it killed me inside not to be able to talk to him about it all. He was still my best friend, this was just that one thing I could never talk to him about. The only person I would talk to about it was Shannon.
He and I connected on just this certain level. And we understood each other perfectly. He understood why I couldn't face Shane and I understood how he could...well...he understood me completely, okay! He was the only person, other than Shane, who could actually make me smile when I felt like falling apart and dying. And trust me, that's how I felt that whole week. Shannon had to be my rock, he had to keep me stable.
At one point. I had stumbled down the stairs of my house, where Shannon was staying with me for the week and I had caught him on the phone with someone.
(during the week; Shannon's phone call)
I almost tripped on the last step because my attention was distracted by Shannon's voice. Who is he talking to? I'm the only other person in the house. But then there was a pause in his speaking and I realized he was on the phone.
What I heard shocked me. “Dude, Jeff, it's bad.....Him too?...No way...Damn there has to be a fucking psychic link between them...no, she won't talk to anyone...not even Carmi...no, I tried to get her to go visit Damien...yeah, she refused to leave the house...she said she won't leave the house until she has to fly back to SmackDown...Jeff I can't afford to pay for another plane ticket...she's gonna have to go alone...she's not gonna do anything stupid Jeff...she's not suicidal...no, Jeff, man....she's in love! Not trying to kill herself! She's different than you!!!” And with that he hung up the phone.
I sat down on the bottom step, in total shock. Jeff thought I was suicidal. No, he thought I was fucking crazy and suicidal. Was I? Was I really completely loosing it? Can love really drive you insane? Sure, I'd heard people say that it could, but do you ever really believe what those people say? The answer is no. Not until you face the question in your own very life. When you actually have to deal with the consequences of your love. Damn...I'm screwed...
(Back to present; backstage; SmackDown; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
I was still confused and angry at Jeff, but I had to talk to him. No one knew I had overheard that conversation and I didn't plan on anyone ever knowing...
Shane's POV
I was still kicking myself for everything that had happened the past week. After the whole scuffle with Matt, Jeff and Carmi had pulled me off. I hated having both Carmi and Violet see me like that. I lost it. I totally fucking snapped. In front of Violet. God, I'm fucking stupid.
I sat down on the couch in the locker room. I had nothing planned for the night. They never had anything fucking planned for me. They didn't give a shit about me. I only did pre-show matches, that were never televised. My fans didn't matter. My life was fucked up. I couldn't even 'get the girl.' She now knew I had feelings for her, yet she never even approached me. Well, I didn't approach her either, so I guess we're both at fault.
I would try anything to just get her to talk to me. But I couldn't even bring myself to ring her doorbell.
(during the week; back at her door; Where Violet left off)
I parked my truck and got out. I stared up her driveway at her front porch. Shan's car was parked next to mine, so I knew he was here. She was in safe hands. She was okay. Alright, that's all you needed to know. Now you can leave and be happy. I kept trying to tell myself that. But I couldn't. I needed to see her. To speak to her. To know, first-hand, that she was okay. That she was perfectly fine. But I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that she wasn't okay. That nothing was perfectly fine. That she was going downhill, fast. And I didn't get why.
I walked up the long driveway and up to her door. I lifted my hand to knock, but stopped myself. I can't do this. She obviously doesn't want to see me. Coming here could just make everything worse. Fuck. I let out a sigh. But I need to see her. I just need to look at her. So I walked around the front of the house to the right side. I peered into the window by her staircase. God I must look like such a stalker right now.
I pushed the thought away and looked inside. What I saw broke my heart. No, shattered my heart. Shannon wasn't there by her side at that moment. She was sitting on the bottom step of her staircase, bawling her eyes out. Why? I don't know. But I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her everything would be okay. What would be okay? I didn't know. But I'd tell her anything just to get her to stop crying.
I've always hated to see her cry. When her brother died, it was horrible. She locked herself in her room and I swore she was suicidal for about a week or so after the funeral. But Shannon and I could never let her hurt herself. Sure, it was still extremely hard for her every year at the anniversary of his death. But we were always there for her on that day. I'll always be there for her, even if she doesn't want me.
I watched her for a few minutes. And she never stopped crying. Finally Shannon found her and sat down beside her. Pulling her close to him and whispering to her. God I wish that was me.
(Present day; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
Shannon's POV
I wanted to call her, just to make sure my Mama Bugga Bugga was safe and sound. But I'd already called her nine times since she had landed that morning. I was being more of the Mama than she was. That's...weird for us. She's always the one holding our group together. She's the crazy glue that kept our family from falling apart. But now, she's the one that needs the super glue. But she won't talk to the one person who could pull her together.
Dammit Shane, would you just fucking talk to her! I really wanted to yell at him, but yelling at him would discourage him and if Violet ever found out I yelled at him...well, she'd yell at me. I knew he'd been trying to get himself to talk to her all week. After that day I found her crying on the staircase and seeing his car pull out of the driveway... oh God, we were a fucked up family.
(during the week; Crying on the Staircase; where Shane left off)
I had hung up on Jeff a few minutes ago. Damn that guy could certainly piss me off sometimes. There was no doubt Matt was his fucking brother. They were both so hard-headed. I wanted to bash his thick skull into the wall at the moment. How could he think my Mama Bugga Bugga was suicidal. I was the only one who could classify her as that, cause I was the only person she'd see, let alone talk to!
Jeff has lost his fucking mind! I swear! We all have! Matt passed his fucking insanity onto us!Thanks a lot Matt, thanks a lot. God, sarcasm does not become me. My head snapped up when I heard crying, no, sobbing. Shit. I muttered the same word aloud too. I ran out of the kitchen and turned through the living room.
There she was. Wrapped in her favorite furry brown M&M blanket. Her brother loved M&M things. He collected M&M stuff. She had ordered the blanket in remembrance of him a few years back. Well, now, it was her source of comfort. It hadn't left her side so far that week. I walked over to her quickly and sat down next to her on the bottom step.
She instantly leaned into me and I grabbed part of the blanket and wrapped it around me as well. Her house is always damn cold. Dammit, Shannon! Pay attention to the poor woman crying on you right now! I mentally scolded myself as I pulled my Mama Bugga Bugga closer. I whispered soothingly to her and rubbed her back. What else could I do.
That's when I heard them. The retreating footsteps coming from the side section of her front porch. I picked Violet up and carried her to the couch. “I'll be back in a second,” I whispered softly to her; she just nodded and curled herself into a ball. I walked out of the living room into the entry hallway. I swung the front door opened and stared down Violet's driveway.
Sure enough, down there, at the very end of the driveway, was Shane's car. His eyes locked with mine. And I knew immediately that he had seen her crying on the staircase. I saw the pain in his eyes from fifty feet away. He looked down, started up his car, and reversed out of her driveway. Then sped away. He didn't come back like I hoped he would.
(back to present day; Friday, Feb. 27, 2009)
Violet's POV
“Jeff.” I said softly, knocking on his door. “What!?!” he asked angrily, throwing the door open. The anger in his eyes instantly disappeared when he saw me cowering there. “Violet...” his voice was soft and he reached out and pulled me into him. He closed the door behind me and ushered me into his locker room. “Sit down Baby V,” he said quietly. I cringed at the nickname his brother had given me and he sent me an apologetic look.
I wove it off with my hand and looked away, sitting down on the couch and crossing my arms over my knees as I leaned forward. I stared at the carpet. I really didn't want to ask what I was about to ask. But I needed to be out there, so badly. “What's eating at you Vio?” Jeff asked worriedly, his accent heavy in his speech. I sighed, looking up, hoping something up there was looking out for me. Protecting me.
“I wanna go out there with you tonight. I have to Jeff. I need to be out there. To face him, the people know it involves more than just you and Matt. They know it involves Shane, which means it involves Shannon, which means it has to include me cause I'm part of the Hardy family,” I stated, meeting his eyes. He didn't even blink as he replied. “Sure Violet.”
I stared at him, shocked. I didn't think it was going to be that easy to get him to agree. But he had agreed so I couldn't argue with that. I stood, smiling slightly; fake. He knew it too. He pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. “I think it's good you'll be out there,” he whispered to me and I nodded. “I need to go get ready,” I told him before pecking his cheek goodbye and leaving.
Now my plan was simple. Fuck with Matt's life till he couldn't take it anymore. I would do anything and everything to piss him off. Screw love. Shane never showed up at my door, worrying about me the whole time the past week. I was beginning to doubt what he said and what I had begun to think. Maybe I didn't love him, love him. No, I didn't love him love him. I loved him like I loved Shannon. I loved Shannon like he were Damien, my brother. Which, in conclusion, means, I love Shane as if her were my brother. He was just a replacement for Damien. He was the perfect replacement for Damien.
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