Hurt
Chapter One
Phil sat there holding her hand, tears running down his face. She was only 27, how could someone so young be gone so quickly. How is he going to raise his son Phillip "Jack" Brooks Jr. himself. He kissed her on her lips one last time, and walked out the door with his son in his arms.
One minute he is with his wife and son, the next minute something goes terribly wrong. He got the call when he was on the road, there had been a car accident. She got hit head on. His son was in the backseat asleep when the police had gotten there. He had minor injuries. Phil was straight edge and he wished everyone was. The man that had hit his wife has twice the legal limit.
He swore that if he ever met him, after he served his jail time, that he would kill him for taking something so precious away from him. She was the love of his life. Now he worried that he wasn't going to be able to take care of his son. After all he was on the road almost all year.
Who was going to watch him when he went into the ring. Phil pulled into his driveway, with tears still coming down his face. Got into the backseat and got Jack out of his car seat and carried him inside and went upstairs and laid him in his crib. He silently cursed himself because he had to call Stephanie McMahon and find out what he was going to do now. If he was going to have to take time off, quit, or what to take care of his son.
Phil walked into the bedroom that he once shared with his wife and sat down on the bed. Took out his cell phone and dialed Stephs number.
"Stephanie McMahon."
"Steph, its Phil," He said sobbing
"Phil hows Jamie and Jack?" She asked
"That's what I am calling about, Jamie was in a car accident, they couldn't save her. The funeral is tomorrow. The trouble is I am now a single father. What am I suppose to do about Jack?"
"Look Punk, we will take care of it. You take a week off get your head cleared and bring Jack with you when you come."
"Alright thanks bye." he said hanging up the phone.
He didn't know what she meant by she would take care of it, but he had to put his trust in her. After all they needed him right?
Phil laid down and tried to sleep, but thoughts of Jamie kept haunting him. So he turned his TV on to MTV and caught a glimpse of a Music video. Normally he didn't like POP, but this song made him think of Jamie and he had to watch it. They always had their ups and downs and their fights but she was the only one who could put up with his random acts of being an ass.
Hurt
Christina Aguilera
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today, ooh, ooh
I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there
Oh, I'm sorry for blaming youFor everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you
Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this, ooh
Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back
Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, oh
If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Oh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time
I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
By hurting you
After the song ended he just sobbed and sobbed, until he heard his son cry. He got out of bed and made his way into the nursery. He smiled at his beautiful son. He couldn't believe that something so beautiful and tiny could come from him and Jamie. At least he had his son and he would do everything in his power to protect him.
He changed his son and fed him, his son soon fell back asleep. So Phil decided to get put him in his bassinette and get on his twitter page. He popped open twitter and sent out a tweet to all of his followers: Today I lost my best friend and the love of my wife, RIP Jamie Lynn Brooks. I love you with all my heart, and I know our son is going to miss you too.
Then he checked his email. He had a few emails from Colt, and he had a few from the WWE, realizing there was nothing that important he closed his email. No sooner he tweeted that he instantly got tweets back saying how sorry they were and that they hope his son is going to be ok. Asking him how he's going to get through.
There are times like this he knew why people drank. Although not the answer and trying to take the pain away with poison was never the answer. He knew eventually the hurt would go away. Eventually he would throw himself into work, throw himself into his son so he didn't have to think about the pain.
He felt sorry for the people who had to work with him next week. He was going to be a big ass to work with, normally he was when something went wrong in his life. He just hoped he could focus on the task at hand and not fuck up to badly.
Although he was sure everyone would understand, he didn't want to risk hurting himself or someone else at the expense of him being in emotional pain. He figured he probably would sleep in the guest room, if he even slept at all. Normally he only got two hours, tonight he guessed he wouldn't get any. He was just glad he didn't have any photo shoots or press interviews to do today. He didn't think he would be his normal self.
Granted nine times out of ten he was nothing but a smart ass, and when he talked people normally listened. Today would not have been one of those days, today would have been a day where he said don't fuck with me or you will get hurt. He sighed, realized that he was bored. He got up and put Jack back in his crib, took the monitor and went down stairs to work out. At least he still had his Gym to get his mind off of things. He just hoped the pain would go away quickly, he didn't know how much more crying he could do.
Phil spent the next few hours hitting the bag. He went back upstairs to check on his son, who was still peacefully asleep. Although he figured any minute he would wake up hungry or need changed. He heard his door bell ring and went to answer it.
His sister Shaylene was there. She just looked at him and started crying too. Asked him if she could help him with Jack, knowing that her brother got no sleep. She told him to go and try and get a little bit of sleep. There was only four hours til the funeral and she wanted him to look at least somewhat rested.
He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her. He figured he would shower and try and lay down. He walked into his room grabbed a towel and got into the shower. He didn't realize how sore his muscles were from working all last week.
He forgot the physical toll it took on his body. As the hot water washed the pain away of his muscles, he looked and saw her shampoo. He opened it and smelled it, he silently wished he didn't because now he wanted to cry again. He knew he was suppose to be strong, although he knew no one would blame him for crying.
They knew he was strong, he proved it night after night in the ring. 'Even the strongest ones fall sometimes' he thought. He put the shampoo back and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and went into the guest room and laid down. Finally after about an hour he was able to sleep. Two hours later, although his sister hated doing it, he had to wake her up to get him ready to go to the funeral.
She got Jack ready while he got ready. She loved seeing her brother in a suit, although she hated why she had to see him in one. She wished it was under different circumstances. She filled little Jack's Diaper bag, and called up to Phil to see if he was ready.
"Yeah I guess I kind of have to be don't I?" he half heartedly said. She gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand. "You look very Handsome Bro, I know Jamie would be pleased." He just squeezed her hand in acknowledgement. They got Jack loaded up and off they went. He was surprised by everyone that showed up.
Pretty much the whole WWE roster was there. His good friend Colt, his whole family, her whole family. They all asked him how he was holding up. He told them he was ok. But secretly he was dying inside. He didn't know how much more hell he could take.
Stephanie looked at him, and could tell he had broken down many of times. Her husband Hunter went up to him and said "You know it's ok to cry. I cried like a little baby when my mom died." Phil shook his head. He was tired of crying and tired of everyone asking him questions. He just wanted to be left alone.