"Hello?"

"Jack, it's me. I'm on my way up there, and I'll explain why later."

"OK, call me when you get to the airport and I will come pick you up."

"Thanks, I'll see you later then."

"Later, man."

And that's how I got woken up this morning. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jacqueline Dawson, but you can call me Jack. My friends gave me that nickname because I was such a tom boy growing up in Cameron, NC. After attending college at Georgetown, I decided to remain in D.C. I try go to Cameron once a month, just to visit friends, except for the last few. Given the fact that I had just returned from there two weeks ago, the phone call I received this morning shocked me even more. From the sound of his voice, I instantly knew something was very wrong. This leads me to where I am now, sitting in the lobby of Regan International Airport. As soon as I saw him walk through the gate, that distant, forlorn look on the face of Matt Hardy speaks volumes. As soon as he spots me, he instantly heads my direction. I instantly take him in my arms knowing that whatever is going on inside of his head has taken its toll on him. He grabs his bags and we head for the parking lot. Soon we are in the car and on the way to my house. I look over at him in the passenger seat, to see that he is apparently in his own little world. I place a comforting hand over his and watch as he slightly jumps under my touch.

"Relax, it's just me. Whatever's going on Matt, you know you can tell me right?"

"…"

"Mattie, it's ok. We'll make it through this like we have everything else, together. Remember?"

When he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Yea I remember Jack."

There was nothing else said the entire drive home. Soon I pulled the car into my driveway and we went into the house. Matt decided to speak again, his voice still barely able to be heard.

"Do you mind if I borrow your shower?"

"Go ahead Mattie. After that, you and I are going to have a talk."

30 minutes later, I finally heard the bathroom door open. I made my way towards the bathroom door where Matt stood with his comb in hand. I placed my hand out, and Matt instinctively knowing what to do, handed it over, grabbed the towel and followed me to the living room. Matt made himself comfortable on the floor in front of my couch in front of where I was sitting and I began combing his hair. The first few minutes were filled with nothing but silence. As I finally put his hair in his signature ponytail, and removed the towel from around his neck I heard Matt sigh. This wasn't just any sigh, this was a defeated sigh. The one I never heard from Matt Hardy before in his life. He finally removed himself from the floor and sat beside me on the couch.

"I left Amy."

Talk about a shock. I never thought I would ever hear those words come from his lips. Like so many others, I thought he and Amy were going to be together forever.

"Sweetie what happened?"

"Copeland is what happened."

"Copeland as in Adam Copeland a.k.a. Edge? I thought you two were good friends."

"We were. It seems as if he and Amy were having an affair behind my back while I was out injured. Not only that, she lied about it to me after I had damning evidence proving they were indeed involved."

"Oh my God!"

"Adam's wife called me the day you left and ask me why Copeland and Amy were calling each other at least 3-4 times a day. I told her I knew nothing about it, but I would see what I could find out. When both were ask if anything was going on, they of course denied everything. A few days ago I was cleaning the house, accidentally tipping over Amy's purse while trying to move it. An unfamiliar cell phone fell out. As I went through it, there were messages on it that were about everything but wrestling. It was then I knew the whole ugly truth. After Amy finally admitted what was going on, I told her to get her stuff and get out of the house."

"She threw 6 years away for Copeland? That stupid bitch!"

When those words left my lips a look of surprise appeared on Matt's face. Hardly anyone ever hears me curse unless I am highly angry with someone.

"I just needed to get out of North Carolina for a while. That's why I called you. No one knows I'm even gone. I want it to stay that way as I know the cavalry will be calling you once they discover I've taken off."

"You know you've got a place here for however long you want to stay Mattie."

"Thank you, Jack."

"I did plan on making the trip to RAW from Raleigh next week though."

"Jack…"

"It was going to be a surprise to all of you. No one even knows except you."

"They are already planning to keep me off the show, and maybe even Shane."

"They're what? It's like they're condoning what's happened."

"Believe me; Shane isn't happy about the idea of being taken off of a show, especially because of this."

"All this because a stupid bitch couldn't keep her legs closed! This is bull shit!"

"Calm down Jack. Please."

"I'm sorry Matt. It's just that this is not right. They're punishing you and Shane when it's their fault. Oh I'm definitely going to RAW and Mr. Copeland and I are going to have a little conversation."

"Oh and how do you plan on getting in?"

"That's easy. You're coming with me!"