Author's Notes – Here's the start of a new fic…yep, I should probably finish one of the many others I have written, but I had a bit of inspiration (TV is good for that) and decided to go with it. Now, originally this was supposed to be a Stacy fic…but when I started writing this, I realized, I'm not good at writing Stacy (unless I give her amnesia) so I scrapped her and decided to go with characters I can write and write well (or so I'm told).

Now, before Melony reviews this and tells me I have some infatuation with tragedy/death/stuff-like-that I just want to say, really I don't. It doesn't seem that way does it? I think in just about everything I write someone cheats on someone and if that doesn't happen someone dies…or both happen. But I've personally been through a lot of rough times in my life and am given to believe that out of tragedy and sadness can come something beautiful. Not to mention I like watching my muses squirm when I write something a little dark…

All of that being said, I would also like to say, please review. I thrive on feedback, really I do. So please, hit that little button at the bottom left of the page and tell me what you think of this fic. That's all I have to say, so enjoy the first chapter of Love Me Back to Life.

Tink

Disclaimer – I own nothing…not the WWE, not it's characters, not the people used in this fic…Heck, the title doesn't even belong to me. It all belongs to the Vince McMahon and Bon Jovi…

Weakness

Silently as possible she shut the door behind her trying not to make a sound. She knew it was stupid to leave like she did, but she didn't care, she couldn't stay in that bed next to him any longer. So in the dead of the night, she snuck out of their hotel room and went to see a good friend of her's down the hall. Slipping out of the sweater and slippers she had on, she prayed he didn't wake up, and then she slid into bed. Pulling the covers over her and relaxing a little more into the comfort of the soft mattress she breathed a sigh of relief just before a rough hand reached over and grabbed her shoulder painfully.

"Did you think I wouldn't realize you were gone?" the gruff voice growled. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you left?"

"No, no, I didn't, it's just…" she stammered trying to soothe him as quickly as possible.

"Where the hell have you been," he yelled.

"Nowhere," she quickly replied, "I've just been down the hall talking to Trish, I swear, I was just…"

"You were just off with some guy," he barked cutting her off. "You think I don't know what you're doing? You're leaving me here in the middle of the night and coming back with lame excuses of talking to Trish when I know good and well you are out screwing some guy behind my back!"

"No! No, I would never do…"

"Shut up! Don't lie to me, I know what you were doing, just admit it." He was now sitting strait up hovering over her now shaking body.

"I was with Trish, really I was," she whispered in fear.

"You know I don't appreciate it when you lie to me, it makes me angry, and didn't we have a little talk the other night about you always seeming to make me angry. Why do you do this? Do you like it when I'm mad? Do you? Answer me bitch!" He yelled as she started to cry.

"N…n…no," she stuttered. "I didn't mean to make you angry, I didn't really. I just wanted to talk to…"

"Bull shit! You weren't talking to Trish and I know it!" He grabbed both of her shoulders harshly and began to shake her against the bed.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…please," she pleaded.

"Just tell me what you were doing and maybe I'll stop," he said in a phony-sweet voice.

"I was talking to Trish," she said.

"I thought I told you not to lie to me you bitch!" he screamed punching her in the face. "Stop lying!" He punched her again as she sobbed in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" she sobbed. "I won't do it again, just please, please."

"I'm too pissed to go to sleep, I'm going for a drink," he said getting up from the bed and grabbing a shirt. "And don't you even think about leaving this room while I'm gone, if you do, it will be a whole lot worse than what you just got."

"Yes Matt," she whispered through tears as he left her alone in the room. Who ever would have thought that the strong Amy Dumas would be so weak, she thought as she laid down in an attempt to go to sleep.