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A/N: Well, here is the long waited sequel to the story that everyone seemed to really like. I debated doing one for a long time, unsure if I could come up with any ideas for it. But tonight I found myself unable to sleep and it came to me, soo... I hope you enjoy the sequel as much as you enjoyed the first story! :)
Jeff Hardy sighed as he made his way through the airport, looking for the familiar site of this girlfriend, Beth Britt. He was tired, the WWE and their hectic scheduling took a lot out of him these days. All he wanted to do was go home with Beth and sleep for two days straight (not that he could do that, but the thought of it sounded wonderful).
After signing a couple of autographs, he found Beth sitting on a bench, texting from her phone. She smiled when she saw him, standing up. He was quick to wrap her in his arms and give her a kiss. "I missed you," she murmured into his ear. "A lot."
Jeff nodded. "I know. I missed you too. So… what's been going on in Cameron since I left?"
Beth laughed, lacing her hand into Jeff's. "Not too much. Lucas got out and Matt and I had to run through the woods to get him. That's about as exciting as it gets."
Jeff smiled lovingly at Beth and gratefully got into the car with her. It was a half hour drive until he got back home, but it didn't matter anymore to him. He was close enough and everywhere he happened to be was perfect.
Or so he thought.
As they got closer to their house, Jeff smelled something that made his gut churn: smoke. Last time he smelt that, his house had burnt down before his eyes, Jack with it. And every time he smelt the smell now, his heart always worried just a bit.
"Mat must be burning some trash," Jeff tried to say calmly, toying with a loose string on his shirt.
Beth murmured something. Then, suddenly, the car jerked wildly, swerving off the road and into a tree. All Jeff could hear was Beth's frightened screams as he prayed they'd make it out alive. The car stopped abruptly though, startling them both.
Beth's chest heaved up and down as she looked around her. They hadn't gone far from the road, but it was definitely enough to scare them both. "Are you alright?" Jeff asked, touching Beth's cheek as some relieved tears fell from her eyes.
"I'm fine," she choked out, opening her door. Luckily, the car wasn't too damaged. She peered around before calling to Jeff, her voice shrill. "Look!" she cried. "There are nails in the front and back tires. It blew them out."
Jeff kneeled down, touching them. They were old and rusty. Then, slowly he climbed up from the trees and examined the road. Everywhere identical nails laid, some large, some small. "What the fuck?" Jeff had to ask.
Beside him, Beth shivered. "Maybe someone dropped them on the way. Either way, that is not fucking safe." She began to brush the nails off to the side of the road so it didn't happen to anyone else. Then, she took Jeff by the arm and began to walk towards Matt's house, which was closer than taking the back road to theirs.
And what they saw when they got there startled them more. Matt's lawn was engulfed in flames. Jeff's heart hammered in his chest as Beth stared in slight awe and fear. He ran to the back of Matt's house, coughing and sputtering to get the hose. When he got it, he sprayed the fire as fast as he could. Luckily, the fire wasn't all that large and it went out within five minutes.
"What is going on?" Beth wailed.
Jeff sighed and shook his head, only for another shiver to go down his spine as he read what he put out. In the places the fire had been words were spelled out. Words that scared him as much as it probably scared Beth. Maybe he was crazy, but he couldn't help but think back to about two months ago when everything was falling apart.
'I'm back…' it wrote.
Hmm, back? Who could possibly be back? *whistles innocently*