Damaged

Pairings: Jeff/Trish, Matt/Eve, Adam/Amy, others.

Rating: M

Ages: Jeff: 22, Trish/Eve/Amy: 23, Adam/Matt: 24

Summary: It was a nightmare and Trish didn't know how to wake up.

Trish jerked awake, her heart thudding in her chest as her cellphone continued to emit a loud, obnoxious sound. Exhaling slowly, she groped around on her nightstand, trying to find the device in the dark and she let out a sigh once she had it in her grasp.

Glancing at the time before answering, and seeing how early it was, Trish grumbled and brought the phone up to her ear. "Amy," she began, voice tired, "We've still got several hours before we-"

"Adam and I talked it over and we think it'd be a better idea to start earlier so that we'd be able to relax when we got to the lake house. It's a long ride and the sooner we head out, the sooner we can soak in the sun." Amy's chipper voice filled Trish's brain and the blonde rolled her eyes in displeasure.

"Are you serious? Why didn't you make these plans last night? I wouldn't have stayed up so late." Trish closed her eyes, "I…I was actually having a peaceful sleep."

It was quiet on the other end for a few seconds and then Amy spoke again.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Amy whispered. "I didn't even think…"

Shaking her head, Trish sat up, shoving off her baby blue covers. "It's fine, Ames. You don't have to apologize." She stood, walking over to her window. She pulled aside the curtains and peeked out.

The sun was just beginning to come up, the beauty of the morning making itself known and shooing away the dark clouds of night. Her brown eyes glanced throughout her yard, shoulders relaxing when she saw that everything seemed to be normal.

"So, can we pick you up in 30?" Amy asked.

"Sure," Trish murmured, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of her window. "Do the others know?"

"Yeah, Adam called Matt about ten minutes ago," Amy's voice drifted a bit and Trish could hear her friend talking with Adam and she smiled softly as the couple began to bicker.

"Sorry about that, T. Adam wants to ask you something."

"That's fine." Trish waited as the phone was handed to her fellow Canadian and then grinned when she heard his voice.

"Good morning, little one!" Adam greeted.

"Morning, Addy," Trish chuckled. "What's up?"

"I wanted to ask you something. Matt's brother, the one studying back in North Carolina, was invited by Matt to come along. Are…is that alright? I would have asked you first, but…Matt hasn't seen him in three years."

Trish closed her eyes slowly but smiled, "That's perfectly fine, Adam. Tell Matt not to sweat it, I'd like to meet his younger brother."

After talking for a few more minutes, Trish hung up and turned her gaze back to her window. Her yard was still empty but her skin began to break out in goosebumps. Running her hands up and down her arms, Trish turned and walked to her bathroom.

She had 30 minutes to get ready.

-Later that Morning-

Trish smiled as the truck pulled up next to her. She picked up her bags and laughed when Matt and Adam jumped out of the vehicle and took the luggage from her. "Thanks, boys." When they got done loading her stuff into the trunk, both males took the time to embrace her, just as the girls and Matt's younger brother were getting out of the car.

Trish hugged each of them back, tightly squeezing her friends. She stepped back, looking them over.

Adam had cut his blonde hair a few inches, Trish noticed. His locks used to touch at his shoulder-blades but he had shortened his mane so that his blonde curls were touching at his neck. It was a good look for him, his handsome face and hazel eyes suiting the new look.

Matt had also ditched the long braid he'd used to sport and now left his curly chocolate loose to frame his face. His dark eyes were staring at her carefully and he smiled when she grinned brightly at him.

"You guys look great! I can't believe it's been years since I've seen you." Trish opened her arms for Amy, the redhead running up to hug her. The two best friends hugged tightly before ending the embrace so that Eve could hug Trish as well.

"Wow, so you did get the surgery!" Trish said, noticing that Eve no longer wore her prescribed eye-glasses. "How is your vision?"

"Nearly perfect," Eve smiled, "Sure is easier to jog in the mornings without fighting to put on lenses or having glasses falling off of my face." She frowned suddenly, staring intensely at Trish's face. "You've got bags underneath your eyes…"

Matt gripped Eve's hand, giving her an alarmed look before motioning his chin to his brother, who was leaning against the truck with his arms crossed.

Trish noticed the exchange but didn't mention it. Smiling weakly, she shrugged her shoulders, "I was up late last night. Couldn't…couldn't get to sleep." Shaking her head, she set her sights on the man who had to be Matt's younger brother and she blinked.

His eyes were watching her, a lovely emerald color with long golden lashes surrounding them. His hair was tied up in a bun, a mixture of blue and purple, and held in place by a black bandana. He wore a loose-fitted hoodie with the sleeves rolled up; the muscles on his arms prominent but not much bigger thank his brother's or Adam's.

Knowing she was inspecting him, he smiled slightly, pushing himself off of the car and walking up to her. "Uh, hi. I'm Jeff," his voice was a soothing Southern drawl and it instantly made Trish's cheeks color.

"Oh," Trish shook his offered hand, "I'm Trish. It's nice to meet you; I hope you have a fun time with us."

Matt chuckled, moving an arm around Jeff's shoulders, "Jeff likes camping. We used to camp a lot with our cousins back in Cameron." He patted his younger brother on the shoulder a few times before turning back to Trish. "Well, I'd say we better start hitting the road. Got a long ride ahead of us."

"Yeah, Jay and his little clan are already two hours in," Adam checked his watch before sighing. "I really hope that little shit minded me. If he brought anyone other than John and Randy…" he trailed off, looking to Trish.

Trish fidgeted, "It's fine, Adam. I…" she bit her lower lip, "I took some extra sessions with my doctor. We talked about this. I'll be okay."

It was silent for a few seconds before Amy clapped her hands.

"Well, let's get a move on. We've got two glorious weeks of spring break ahead!"

-Damaged-

'Come out; come out where ever you are…'

She brought a shaking hand up to cover her mouth, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly as the footsteps got closer, her teeth biting down onto her palm as a shadow walked past the closet door. Her hiding place.

'Oh, sweetheart,' the voice whispered, 'I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Won't you come out for me?'

Her entire body quaked as she looked up to see the knob on the closet door turning.

'Are you playing hide and seek again, Trishy?'

The closet door was jerked open and a large hand grabbed her neck, hauling her out and ignoring her screams.

"Hey." A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump slightly. She turned her head to see Jeff staring at her with furrowed brows and a confused frown. Blinking, she looked out the window and could see they had arrived at their destination.

"Oh, damn. I fell asleep?" Trish asked, even though she knew the answer. She could still remember bits and pieces of her dream and she sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Um, yeah." Jeff watched her for a few minutes before gesturing to the window again, where everyone else was waving at them. "They all jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped but I noticed you were still knocked out. Bad…bad dreams?" he glanced away as she stared at him, "You were…whining a little."

Swallowing, Trish quickly shook her head. "I always whine and cry a bit when I sleep. I've been doing it my whole life." She tried to smile, but they both knew it was forced. "Thank you. For waking me up."

They got out of the car, Jeff holding his arm out to take Trish's heavier bags, before walking towards the door where they stopped as soon as they saw the inside of the cabin.

Trish stared at all the people in the room and lowered her head, sighing.

"Damn it, Jason!" Adam grabbed his brother's arms, shaking him hard, "What did I tell you?!"

"What's the big deal? So it's three or four more pe-" Jay trailed off, seeing Trish and Jeff standing in the doorway. "Oh, shit."

Adam growled, shoving Jay away and staring at all the people. "Hey, guys. I didn't mean to be rude but we kind of planned for only a couple of us. I'm not sure how the rooming will work out."

Jay shrugged, "Actually, nearly all of us are couples…" he rubbed the back of his head and pointed to his friends, "The only people who aren't are Candice, Trish," he paused, giving her a sheepish look before blinking at Jeff. "And him. Who are you, by the way?"

Adam shoved his fist into Jay's arm. "Don't be rude. His name is Jeff, he's Matt's younger brother." He stared at the people and only recognized Randy Orton and John Cena.

"Oh!" Jay grinned, seeing the confused look on his brother's face. "I met these guys a couple semesters ago. You know Randy and John, right? Those are their girlfriends Stacy Kiebler and Torrie Wilson. The guy with all the tattoos is Phil Brooks and that's his girlfriend Maria Kanellis," Jay stopped to press a kiss to a lovely blonde woman at his side, "This is my girlfriend Maryse Oulett, and this is Candice Michelle, Maria's best friend."

Adam rubbed his hand over his face as Amy counted on her fingers.

"So that makes six couples. Well, there are 7 rooms…" Amy stopped and turned to Trish, worried.

Adam grumbled, "There should be fucking ten with all the money I paid to use this place," he hissed, giving his brother a hard look.

Before Jason could throw words back to his older brother, Jeff held up his hands, "The ladies," he began, indicating to Trish and Candice, "can take the final room and I'll sleep out here in the living room."

Trish immediately shook her head, "No, no…I'd really rather take the living room. I prefer to be by myself." She glanced away when Candice gave her a frown, "if that's all right…"

"I don't bite," Candice joked, but the frown glued onto her face made it look less than friendly. Her brown eyes were hard as they gazed at Trish before they turned to Jeff and instantly, the cold brown turned warm and swirled with interest. "but I wouldn't mind sharing a room with you if you don't mind," she murmured to Jeff, who smiled slightly and inclined his head.

"If you're sure you'll be comfortable out here," he said, looking to the tiny blonde, who nodded her head quickly, "then of course."

Adam sighed, dragging his hand down his face, "Jason, you're truly lucky that you're my brother and that our mother would kill me if I hurt you."

Jason shrugged, swinging his arm around Trish's shoulders, "She doesn't mind! How are you, by the way?" he asked quietly, peering into the smaller blonde's tired brown eyes.

"I'm good, Jay," she smiled sweetly, "Better and better." Looking around, she smiled at all the unfamiliar faces, trying to relax her fluttering stomach. "Do you all go to the same University?"

Maria smiled at Trish, "University of Florida, and yes. We all met during the orientation, but Phil, Candice and I all went to the same high school."

Jay nodded, "Gainesville, Florida is pretty boring but these guys make it worth it. Especially this one," he tilted his head towards Maryse, who smiled sweetly for him.

"U.M. isn't very fun either." Matt tossed in. "Expensive as hell, mostly. How's school back at home, Jeff?"

Jeff shrugged, "As much fun as a community college can be, Matt," he muttered, looking away from his brother's thoughtful gaze.

Candice blinked and focused her attention on Trish, "What about you?"

Trish nervously pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Oh, um…I take all my courses online."

"Online?" Candice tilted her head. "Why not just go to actual classes? Were you not accepted into a school?"

Amy narrowed her eyes at the girl, "Trish got accepted into every University she applied for with scholarships. She just prefers the comfort of her own home."

Trish smiled gratefully at Amy before looking towards the floor. "I'm not very good at meeting new people." She supplied softly.

"You're doing just fine right now." Jeff grinned slowly at the blonde when she turned to him and reached to rub her shoulder gently.

His touch sent shivers down her spine, he had incredibly warm hands. Trish smiled back, whispering her thanks.

Adam caught Matt's eyes and both men grinned.

"All right, let's relax and start dinner!" Eve piped up. "Trishy, I'm dying for some of your potato salad!"

Trish beamed at her lovely friend, "Coming right up!"

-That Night-

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping out here alone?" Adam locked the doors leading outside, checking the windows for a few minutes before walking over to Trish, who was running a brush through her blonde hair. He watched as she smiled over at him and couldn't help but grin back.

"I'll be fine, Adam. It's nice here." And it was. The living room was big, with comfortable couches that were long enough for Trish to sprawl out on and still have room for someone else to join her. There was a TV mounted up on wall above a fireplace and art decorated the surrounding areas.

Adam walked towards the end of the hallway, where his and Amy's room was. There were three rooms at the end of that hallway, the one on the left being Amy and Adam's and the one right across from it being Matt and Eve's and the last one near the staircase being used by Jay and Maryse.

Upstairs were three more rooms were Phil and Maria, Chris and Stephanie, and Randy and Stacy were staying and the very last room near the basement was where Jeff and Candice would be staying.

"Let me know if you need anything, girly." Adam called back to which Trish nodded. As soon as he closed his door, Trish stood. Her footsteps were light as she walked over to the windows, peeking out through the curtains.

Nothing.

There was just the darkness of the woods and the light from the moon reflecting through the water in the lake.

'Calm yourself,' Trish thought, slowly letting go of the curtain and walking back to the couch. 'You're going to be fine.' She sat down, her oversized shirt sliding down one shoulder, and nestled into the couch, pulling her blankets closer.

It was rather late into the night already, but Trish knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep right away. She stared at the shadows on the walls, her fingers clenching against her blanket.

"Please, please…"

"Just relax, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt my little girl."

But he always did.

End chapter 1.

So, by now I'm sure you all figured out that this is going to be a pretty rough fic. Also, just for future notice…I really hate Candice Michelle. Not as a person but I just disliked her in the ring so I'm going to be writing her as a total shit.

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