I wanted to write a Jeff and Mickie story, because there aren't that many up here, plus I have this idea that I wanted to share. Here's the intro, and I hope you like it.
Mickie wringed her hands together as she sat in the women's' locker room. She was scared at the fact that he had lost his match. She was married to AJ Styles. She had to admit, their wedding was pretty rushed...It's been two years since she and Styles said the two words 'I do.' Two years since she felt that love and affection. Two years since she felt that spark...now it was the beginning of 2012, and it was the worst year of her life. She's getting burned for her "weight gain". She lost her best friend in that year, Jeff Hardy. To top it all off, it was she and AJ's two year wedding anniversary and he had yet walked inside their hotel room. She hoped, for her sake, that he wouldn't...
She sighed as she began to wish she had stayed in Velvet and Chris' room when they offered, but she turned them down. The small brunette knew Chris and Velvet didn't like AJ, and she never knew why, until now...she noticed that her, once loving husband, has a drinking problem, and he can get controlling...very controlling. She missed the old AJ, or at least the one she thought he was. Now, he's abusive, verbally and physically...
She walks around backstage, smiling like she's fine, when deep down inside, she's destroyed and mentally dying...she knew her old friends from the WWE Layla, Beth, and, Nattie all loved her to pieces, but she wanted affection too, and she wasn't getting it from her husband of two years….
Sadly, she wished Jeff Hardy was there, he was the only guy she trusted…besides Cody, Cena, and TJ, a few more friends from the company she used to wrestle for.
But he's not there now.
He can't wipe her tears. He can't hold her until she fell asleep. He can't tell her everything's gonna be fine, when in reality she knew they would get worse. She just wanted to lie in bed and cry for the rest of the night. She decided to take a bubble bath. The short brunette walked into the bathroom and began to undress. When she had the bath situated, she sat in the hot water, closing her eyes. She sighed, resting her head on the edge of the tub.
…...
Mickie was now in a hoodie and shorts, her hair damp in a messy bun. She was watching TV, when the door opened and AJ walked in, well, attempted to walk in anyway. She sighed as she watched the brunette douchelord stumble in the room, a toothy grin on his face as he looked at her.
"Hey baby." he slurred.
Mickie rolled her eyes and folded her arms as she kept her eyes on him. "Where were you?" she asked. "I was with Kurt and Hernandez. We were in the bar; you should've been there babe. You should've been there." AJ, mentioning a couple of his friends, said. Mickie shook her head as he closed the door.
He stumbled over to the bed and collapsed next to her. Mickie sighed as she looked at the TV. A few seconds later, she felt AJ' fingers brush against her thigh. She moved his hand away, but he started to do it again. "AJ, stop it." she said in a stern voice. "Why?" he asked.
"Cut it out, I'm not in the mood." Mickie said. "How can you not be in the mood for me? I'm in the mood for you babe." AJ said as he sat up and began kissing on Mickie's neck. "No AJ, I said stop." Mickie said. That seemed to trigger the brunette male because, after she said that, he grabbed her wrists and shook her slightly.
"I said I was in the mood. That means, when I want it? I get it, understand?" AJ asked. "AJ, let go of me." Mickie said, struggling against his grasp. "Let me explain something, you are mine, got it? I own you." he said. "Get off me AJ." Mickie said as she continued struggling.
Suddenly, the back of his hand hit her cheek, hard enough to knock her off the bed, and onto the floor. Mickie let out a cry when he hit her. She pressed a hand on the spot where he hit her, looking up at him. His eyes were bloodshot as she stood over her, his hands clenched into fists. Mickie felt hot tears burn her eyelids as she stood up, but AJ grabbed her hair and threw her on the bed.
"AJ, stop please….." Mickie said. "Shut up." he ordered as he held her wrists with one hand, pulling her shorts off with the other. He had never done this before...she began to panic and began fighting against him. It was no use as AJ managed to get the shorts and panties off. Mickie was fighting and crying now as AJ unbuckled his jeans. She cried as he was over her, and she hated him. Despised him….The brunette needed help, someone to talk…..She needed a savior, but most of all...
She needed Jeff Hardy.
…
Mickie curled up into a ball as the door to the hotel room slammed shut. She felt so ashamed, so dirty. Let's face it, she even felt like...like a whore. She sniffled as tears invaded her face. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed and her body shaking violently as she cried even harder. She felt so alone, like nobody cared about her. She needed Jeff. She missed her best friend...She picked up her cell phone, and as if on cue, Jeff's name came across the screen underneath the words 'Incoming'. She picked it up. "Hello?" she asked. Hey, morning butterfly." Jeff greeted in his usual earthy tone. Despite feeling like complete crap, she smiled.
"Morning. How are you?" she asked as she turned to lie on her side.
"Still making it princess." Jeff replied. Mickie then heard the sound of something dropping. "Shit." Jeff cursed. "What happened?" Mickie asked with concern in her voice. "Nothing, just dropped something I wasn't planning on dropping." he assured, his southern drawl making her smile. Mickie nodded, even though he couldn't see her.
"Y'okay?" Jeff asked, noting Mickie was quiet.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Mickie said. "Well, hey, I'm getting some new furniture one day this week, and I want you to come over because you never spend time with your best friend anymore." Jeff said, in a pouty tone. Mickie couldn't not smile at that.
"I'm sorry; I've just been really busy." Mickie said.
"Busy screwing AJ, huh?" Jeff asked playfully.
"Don't say that to me." Mickie said in a serious tone. Jeff was completely aware that she had gotten offended by his statement.
"I'm sorry, that was way outta line." he apologized. "It's fine, just don't do it again." Mickie said as she pulled on a bathrobe, walking onto the patio of the hotel room. She hadn't noticed how beautiful the view was. "Well, hey I gotta go, but I'll call you back later okay?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, okay." Mickie said, trying not to cry. "Kay, love you butterfly." he said. "I love you too skittles." Mickie said. Jeff laughed softly on the other end. "I cut my hair well sort of, and its black mixed with blue. I don't think skittles is a good nick name anymore." he said.
"Well, I am gonna call you skittles. No matter what anyone else says." Mickie said. "Alright, alright, you win, but I gotta go, love you babe." he said. Mickie immediately felt her heart stop. He had never called her babe before.
"Love you too." Mickie said. They ended the call and Mickie held her phone close to her chest as she flopped onto the bed.
"I love you too Jeff."
Okay, that was a bit sad ;/ I hope that wasn't too harsh, but I promise, happiness will come! XD Review for me please?