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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 5 Who Will Take Care of You?
It was the Friday after the Royal Rumble. None of us were doing anything except for R-Truth and Jimmy. I had a meeting with Vince earlier in the week and I was informed that I would be Shane's new valet. So right now I was stretching, for no reason. I didn't have a match. Eve was making her presence know tonight. It turns out, in Ashley's little match last week, she was injured. Great, I know. She'll be out for a while, again.
Shane and I would have a small promo after Eve's interview with Michelle, oh excuse me, the bitch. Eve had just slapped Michelle and then it went to Shane, R-Truth, and I talking somewhere backstage.
“Hey man. Hey Violet. What are you two doing together?” R-Truth asked. Hurricane smiled, “well, Violet's my new valet, as of tonight,” he announced. “Man, that's awesome.” R-Truth said happily. “Yeah, really cool,” Hurricane said glancing over at me. I smiled and nodded, “I'm happy to be teaming with you.”
We continued chatting for a few more seconds then the camera was shut off. “We're gonna put it in past the halfway mark in the show,” the camera man informed us. Yeah, we were pre-taping the promo, why not. I nodded. “We have about fifteen minutes before the show starts,” Shane said. R-Truth nodded, “I heard Matt's gonna be talking the first ten, fifteen minutes of the show.” I nodded, “figures,” I sighed. Shane rubbed my arm.
“Everything will be fine,” Shane assured. I nodded, “I know.” I met Shane's eyes then R-Truth's. “I think we should watch from the locker room, just in case,” Shane said. I nodded in agreement. “Alright guys, I'll see you later,” R-Truth said then left. Shane wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me toward our locker room.
We got settled down in the locker room we were sharing with R-Truth, Jimmy, Carlito, and Primo. Primo and Carlito came in while Shane and I were chilling on the couch. “Eh, everyone is looking for you. They kinda wanna see your reactions to what Matt's gonna say,” Carlito told us. “Whoop-de-fricking-do,” I sighed. “She obviously doesn't care,” Shane sighed as well. “We thought so,” Primo said. “Everything will be okay, 'lright,” Carlito said, winking at me. It made me smile and I nodded.
“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!” I repeated it over and over again as I paced back and forth the length of the locker room. Shane, Jimmy, R-Truth, Carlito, and Primo all watched me worriedly. “What the hell. You just can't erase the fact that someone is your brother!” I yelled. “Well, obviously Matt is trying to,” Shane sighed. “Well, it's not gonna happen. Cause it's not possible,” I growled. I was pissed, no doubt. “Matt can go to fucking hell and never return. I don't give a shit about him anymore!!!!” And with that, I left the room. Forget it. I was done. I couldn't stay there anymore. I had to leave, and quick.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed a familiar number. “Hello?” “Hi Juli.” “Um, who is this?” “Julissa, it's me, Violet.” “Oh, sorry. What's up. We're watching SmackDown.” “Who is 'we'?” “Ashleigh, Jeff, and me.” “Okay, so Jeff is with you, good.” “No, not good. He's horrible. He's sitting depressed in my spare bedroom. Shannon should be here any minute.” “I'll be there in a few hours.” “Your coming home?” “They don't need me until next Friday. I can't stay here anyways. It's just weird, not to mention I wanna kill Matt.” “I understand completely. So, I'll see you in the morning?” “Yeah, I'll come over for breakfast.” “Cool, we'll be here.” “Alright Juli, tell Ashleigh and Jeff I say hi.” “Alright, I will. Bye.” “Bye.” and we hung up.
I sighed as I walked through the parking lot toward the hotel, which was thankfully across the street. My phone started ringing. “Hello,” I answered blankly. “Vio, don't do anything stupid,” Shane advised worriedly. “Actually, I'm doing something smart,” I said. “What's that?” he asked, concerned. “I'm going home for the week. I have nothing else to do,” I told him. “Okay, I'll head home tomorrow. Can I stay with you?” he asked. “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Violet,” he said my name slowly. “Yeah,” I replied. “Are you gonna be alright?” he asked, worried, as usual.
“I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm gonna catch a red-eye out to N.C.” I told him my plan. “Alright. See you tomorrow,” he said. “Bye.” “Bye.”
I woke up in my own bed. One of the greatest feelings in the world. I let out a contented sigh, then I realized why I was home again. “Fuck,” I muttered. I rolled over onto my stomach and glared at my alarm clock. It read 6:35. Time for breakfast, I thought groggily. I really didn't want to move, but then I realized I was hungry. “Fine,” I grumbled with myself. I slowly made it to my feet and grabbed some sweats out of my dresser plus a t-shirt and my Tweety Bird hoodie.
I took a quick shower that barely woke me up any more than I already was. I tripped down the steps and to the front door. I slipped on my boots. It was freaking freezing out! I shoved my hands into my sweatshirt pockets. I walked the five minute walk next door to Julissa's house. I knocked on the door, shifting my weight from foot to foot. After about two minutes of waiting the door opened. “Hey Vio!” Shannon greeted. “Hey Shannon,” I said in reply. He stepped aside so I could come in. “How's Jeff?” I asked worriedly.
Shannon sighed, “not much better.” I blinked slowly and let out a breath, “I didn't think so.” I shook my head, “I wish I had a gun,” I muttered. “Please Shan, don't give her a gun!” A familiar voice said in mock alarm. Shannon smiled as Shane walked into the room. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. “I told you I would be here,” he said smiling. “Yeah, well I thought you meant later,” I said, sleepy again. “You thought wrong,” he smirked.
I shook my head. “I'm so tired,” I sighed. “Yeah, and so is that lazy asshole we all call Jeff Hardy.” Julissa emphasized on the last name because of what Matt had said last night. Juli smiled at me, “you looked great last night,” she said with a kind smile. “Our promo barely lasted a minute,” I said rolling my eyes. “Two minutes and nine seconds!” Shane corrected. “Okay, why is he in such a good mood?” I asked, agitated. Shane frowned, “what, I can't be happy?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes again, “not under these circumstances.”
“Someone's a grouch,” Julissa said in a sing-song voice. “Shut it,” I growled. “Definitely,” Shannon and Shane said simultaneously. I let out an angry breath, “I'm gonna go talk to Jeff. Maybe he'll appreciate my concern.” I walked past them and up the stairs to the guest room. I knocked on the door lightly. “Go away Juli,” Jeff said angrily. “Jeff, it's Vio,” I said softly. He sighed and then the door opened. “Why did you come home? Don't you have to be with SmackDown?” he questioned, avoiding my eyes.
“They can miss me for a week. That's not very long,” I said shrugging. He just stared at the floor. “May I?” I asked gesturing to his temporary room. “Feel free,” he sighed walking back into the room a laying down on the bed. I sat down on the office chair pulled up next to the desk. We sat in silence for a while. “Are you gonna say something? Lecture me? Comfort me? Patronize me? Warn me? Make me feel useless? Try to make me think I can be more productive?” he sounded annoyed. “None of those,” I replied quietly. “Really?” he asked stonily raising one of his eyebrows.
“Really,” I repeated. “Good,” he said softly under his breath. “Jeff, what's bothering you so much about it? The fact that it's real, or that fact that he just did it?” I asked curiously. “If I answer your question will you answer mine?” he asked in reply. I nodded, “yes, I will.” He nodded, “Both.” That was his answer, “Okay. W—,” he cut me off. “Uh-uh. It's my turn now,” he said smirking. “Gosh Jeffro, annoying much,” I smirked as well. “You're the one who agreed to it,” he pointed out. “I know, I know. Ask away,” I said gesturing to him with my hand.
“Why do you want to be Shane's valet?” he asked. “hmm,” I murmured tapping my chin in thought. “I really, honestly dunno. I, I guess I've kinda always wanted to be one of your guys' valets I just never got the chance before. I mean, I used to do it when we were kids, so I kinda missed it,” I answered truthfully. “Why Sh—?” I cut him off. “Hey, it's my turn,” I mocked him. He snorted, “fine.” I smirked, “how does it feel to have the situation reversed!” I rubbed it in. “Is that your question?” he asked quirking a brow.
“No,” I replied flatly. “Whatever,” he breathed out. “You're really irritable right now. I can see why Julissa doesn't want to be around you,” I growled unhappily. “I never asked her to be around,” he replied stonily. “Yeah, well when you care about someone you don't wait for them to ask for help, okay, Jeff,” I wasn't a little pissed now I was really pissed. “I was taught to take care of my family. That's what I'm doing. I'm gonna take care of you, and Shannon, and Shane, and anyone else who needs it!” I told him without hesitation, standing up. “Who's gonna take care of you then?” he asked, it was quite rheotorical.
I glared at him but I didn't reply. No answer. I couldn't. I sighed sitting back down. “I don't know who'll take care of me. I don't think, personally, that I need taking care of,” I replied with slight contempt. “You're gonna need someone Violet. Let someone be there,” he said softly. “I have a feeling that you have a 'someone' in mind,” I said staring at him suspiciously. “No one I can tell you about,” he said smirking. “You're evil,” I sighed standing up again. He snorted. “You gonna join us for breakfast?” I asked stretching. “Sure, I'm hungry anyways,” he replied actually smiling. “Good, I am too.” and we headed downstairs.
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Shane and I would have a small promo after Eve's interview with Michelle, oh excuse me, the bitch. Eve had just slapped Michelle and then it went to Shane, R-Truth, and I talking somewhere backstage.
“Hey man. Hey Violet. What are you two doing together?” R-Truth asked. Hurricane smiled, “well, Violet's my new valet, as of tonight,” he announced. “Man, that's awesome.” R-Truth said happily. “Yeah, really cool,” Hurricane said glancing over at me. I smiled and nodded, “I'm happy to be teaming with you.”
We continued chatting for a few more seconds then the camera was shut off. “We're gonna put it in past the halfway mark in the show,” the camera man informed us. Yeah, we were pre-taping the promo, why not. I nodded. “We have about fifteen minutes before the show starts,” Shane said. R-Truth nodded, “I heard Matt's gonna be talking the first ten, fifteen minutes of the show.” I nodded, “figures,” I sighed. Shane rubbed my arm.
“Everything will be fine,” Shane assured. I nodded, “I know.” I met Shane's eyes then R-Truth's. “I think we should watch from the locker room, just in case,” Shane said. I nodded in agreement. “Alright guys, I'll see you later,” R-Truth said then left. Shane wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me toward our locker room.
We got settled down in the locker room we were sharing with R-Truth, Jimmy, Carlito, and Primo. Primo and Carlito came in while Shane and I were chilling on the couch. “Eh, everyone is looking for you. They kinda wanna see your reactions to what Matt's gonna say,” Carlito told us. “Whoop-de-fricking-do,” I sighed. “She obviously doesn't care,” Shane sighed as well. “We thought so,” Primo said. “Everything will be okay, 'lright,” Carlito said, winking at me. It made me smile and I nodded.
“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!” I repeated it over and over again as I paced back and forth the length of the locker room. Shane, Jimmy, R-Truth, Carlito, and Primo all watched me worriedly. “What the hell. You just can't erase the fact that someone is your brother!” I yelled. “Well, obviously Matt is trying to,” Shane sighed. “Well, it's not gonna happen. Cause it's not possible,” I growled. I was pissed, no doubt. “Matt can go to fucking hell and never return. I don't give a shit about him anymore!!!!” And with that, I left the room. Forget it. I was done. I couldn't stay there anymore. I had to leave, and quick.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed a familiar number. “Hello?” “Hi Juli.” “Um, who is this?” “Julissa, it's me, Violet.” “Oh, sorry. What's up. We're watching SmackDown.” “Who is 'we'?” “Ashleigh, Jeff, and me.” “Okay, so Jeff is with you, good.” “No, not good. He's horrible. He's sitting depressed in my spare bedroom. Shannon should be here any minute.” “I'll be there in a few hours.” “Your coming home?” “They don't need me until next Friday. I can't stay here anyways. It's just weird, not to mention I wanna kill Matt.” “I understand completely. So, I'll see you in the morning?” “Yeah, I'll come over for breakfast.” “Cool, we'll be here.” “Alright Juli, tell Ashleigh and Jeff I say hi.” “Alright, I will. Bye.” “Bye.” and we hung up.
I sighed as I walked through the parking lot toward the hotel, which was thankfully across the street. My phone started ringing. “Hello,” I answered blankly. “Vio, don't do anything stupid,” Shane advised worriedly. “Actually, I'm doing something smart,” I said. “What's that?” he asked, concerned. “I'm going home for the week. I have nothing else to do,” I told him. “Okay, I'll head home tomorrow. Can I stay with you?” he asked. “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Violet,” he said my name slowly. “Yeah,” I replied. “Are you gonna be alright?” he asked, worried, as usual.
“I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm gonna catch a red-eye out to N.C.” I told him my plan. “Alright. See you tomorrow,” he said. “Bye.” “Bye.”
I woke up in my own bed. One of the greatest feelings in the world. I let out a contented sigh, then I realized why I was home again. “Fuck,” I muttered. I rolled over onto my stomach and glared at my alarm clock. It read 6:35. Time for breakfast, I thought groggily. I really didn't want to move, but then I realized I was hungry. “Fine,” I grumbled with myself. I slowly made it to my feet and grabbed some sweats out of my dresser plus a t-shirt and my Tweety Bird hoodie.
I took a quick shower that barely woke me up any more than I already was. I tripped down the steps and to the front door. I slipped on my boots. It was freaking freezing out! I shoved my hands into my sweatshirt pockets. I walked the five minute walk next door to Julissa's house. I knocked on the door, shifting my weight from foot to foot. After about two minutes of waiting the door opened. “Hey Vio!” Shannon greeted. “Hey Shannon,” I said in reply. He stepped aside so I could come in. “How's Jeff?” I asked worriedly.
Shannon sighed, “not much better.” I blinked slowly and let out a breath, “I didn't think so.” I shook my head, “I wish I had a gun,” I muttered. “Please Shan, don't give her a gun!” A familiar voice said in mock alarm. Shannon smiled as Shane walked into the room. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. “I told you I would be here,” he said smiling. “Yeah, well I thought you meant later,” I said, sleepy again. “You thought wrong,” he smirked.
I shook my head. “I'm so tired,” I sighed. “Yeah, and so is that lazy asshole we all call Jeff Hardy.” Julissa emphasized on the last name because of what Matt had said last night. Juli smiled at me, “you looked great last night,” she said with a kind smile. “Our promo barely lasted a minute,” I said rolling my eyes. “Two minutes and nine seconds!” Shane corrected. “Okay, why is he in such a good mood?” I asked, agitated. Shane frowned, “what, I can't be happy?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes again, “not under these circumstances.”
“Someone's a grouch,” Julissa said in a sing-song voice. “Shut it,” I growled. “Definitely,” Shannon and Shane said simultaneously. I let out an angry breath, “I'm gonna go talk to Jeff. Maybe he'll appreciate my concern.” I walked past them and up the stairs to the guest room. I knocked on the door lightly. “Go away Juli,” Jeff said angrily. “Jeff, it's Vio,” I said softly. He sighed and then the door opened. “Why did you come home? Don't you have to be with SmackDown?” he questioned, avoiding my eyes.
“They can miss me for a week. That's not very long,” I said shrugging. He just stared at the floor. “May I?” I asked gesturing to his temporary room. “Feel free,” he sighed walking back into the room a laying down on the bed. I sat down on the office chair pulled up next to the desk. We sat in silence for a while. “Are you gonna say something? Lecture me? Comfort me? Patronize me? Warn me? Make me feel useless? Try to make me think I can be more productive?” he sounded annoyed. “None of those,” I replied quietly. “Really?” he asked stonily raising one of his eyebrows.
“Really,” I repeated. “Good,” he said softly under his breath. “Jeff, what's bothering you so much about it? The fact that it's real, or that fact that he just did it?” I asked curiously. “If I answer your question will you answer mine?” he asked in reply. I nodded, “yes, I will.” He nodded, “Both.” That was his answer, “Okay. W—,” he cut me off. “Uh-uh. It's my turn now,” he said smirking. “Gosh Jeffro, annoying much,” I smirked as well. “You're the one who agreed to it,” he pointed out. “I know, I know. Ask away,” I said gesturing to him with my hand.
“Why do you want to be Shane's valet?” he asked. “hmm,” I murmured tapping my chin in thought. “I really, honestly dunno. I, I guess I've kinda always wanted to be one of your guys' valets I just never got the chance before. I mean, I used to do it when we were kids, so I kinda missed it,” I answered truthfully. “Why Sh—?” I cut him off. “Hey, it's my turn,” I mocked him. He snorted, “fine.” I smirked, “how does it feel to have the situation reversed!” I rubbed it in. “Is that your question?” he asked quirking a brow.
“No,” I replied flatly. “Whatever,” he breathed out. “You're really irritable right now. I can see why Julissa doesn't want to be around you,” I growled unhappily. “I never asked her to be around,” he replied stonily. “Yeah, well when you care about someone you don't wait for them to ask for help, okay, Jeff,” I wasn't a little pissed now I was really pissed. “I was taught to take care of my family. That's what I'm doing. I'm gonna take care of you, and Shannon, and Shane, and anyone else who needs it!” I told him without hesitation, standing up. “Who's gonna take care of you then?” he asked, it was quite rheotorical.
I glared at him but I didn't reply. No answer. I couldn't. I sighed sitting back down. “I don't know who'll take care of me. I don't think, personally, that I need taking care of,” I replied with slight contempt. “You're gonna need someone Violet. Let someone be there,” he said softly. “I have a feeling that you have a 'someone' in mind,” I said staring at him suspiciously. “No one I can tell you about,” he said smirking. “You're evil,” I sighed standing up again. He snorted. “You gonna join us for breakfast?” I asked stretching. “Sure, I'm hungry anyways,” he replied actually smiling. “Good, I am too.” and we headed downstairs.
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