Forever, My Love (sequel to Yield to You)
Author: Krys/Kid Dynamo/THE Kid Hardy
Disclaimer: I own myself (Krys), and Jodie. Anyone else you know or recognize, I do not own. Sadly, per Vince McMahon's restraining order, I can't own any of these guys' souls, or lifelong contracts. Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, and Shannon Moore souls belong to the Devil, Vince McMahon. Thanks to him, I don't own the guys I wish to. (Sad.) Also, this story is fiction, and fiction only. I make no claims to Matt Hardy being an evil, heartless bastard, or Jeff being the sensitive sap. This is only a story, a completely fictitious one at that, and one that is intender for mature readers. Don't take it personally; please don't be offended at some of the things you read.
Summary: Bad Matt is back in Krys' life, and this time with a vengeance. Is she asking for trouble?
Prologue
She hated him. That's the only way to describe how she felt. To her, she'd never really hated anyone, but HE was an exception. In some way, for some reason, she did love him, but any other way, when it came right down to it, she hated his guts.
She hated when he came home drunk at night. She tried not to argue with him in front of Jodie, but did it anyway. He hit his wife and smacked her to the ground. When she was down, he kicked her. She would constantly take time off or wrestle with bruises. But she'd try her hardest to cover them up. First there was makeup. When that didn't work, she used the netted stockings on her arms. That was how she lost her first baby, him beating on her.
For the rest of her life, she hated Matt Hardy.
Chapter one
They say love lasts a long time down in North Carolina. Ha! Bullshit. The only reason love lasts down there is because the women are too scared to leave their men. You know how Southern guys have big families? I've got one word for that: RAPE. So everything supposedly 'nice' about North Carolina is a total load of bullshit.
Wanna know why I'm so bitter towards our Southern brethren? Because of one man. The devil's son, Matthew Moore Hardy. I can't stand the shithead, but for some damn fucked-up reason, I'll always love him.
He may be the father of my youngest kid, and my taker, but other than that I don't want shit to do with him. Sometimes he can be a sweetie, but the rest of the time, he's an asshole to the xtreme.
Sure, we may have been in Team Xtreme together, but on camera, SHE'S his. Lita. The red-haired slut can have him. Cause I sure don't want him. My eye is on another. And his name just happens to be Jeff.