Last Hope:2
Jeff sat in his room, it has been two years since the accident. He never quite lost the feeling thati was his fault. He had started wrestling again since then and found comfort in being thrown around, beaten, and bruised. Sure his friends were supportive and Amy was still his friend, but he had a feeling they also balmed him. He took a breath and headed to the shower.
When he got out of the shower, he headed to the bar. It wasn't like him to drink, but he had the right. His cell went off right after he got his drink. He stared at the caller id, debating whether to answer it or not. It was his father, whom he had not spoken to since the funeral. He turned his cell off and drank his drink. Nine drinks later, a drunk Jeff stumbles into his room and falls on his stomach on his hotel bed.
Around 9 am the next morning a familiar banging on the door awoke him. He groaned as he rolled on his back. He smelt horrible and the taste in his mouth was worse. He stood to end up sitting down with a major headache. Jeff stood up once again and managed to get to the door without a serious accident. He opened the door to encounter the red head, he had to become so familiar with. He could tell that she had something on her mind.
"Hey. Come in." He offered her holding the door open. She walked through the door and looked at the array of clothes thrown in every free space. He hurried and freed a space on the bed for her to sit.
"Jeff, we need to talk." She said. He sat next to her and waited for the normal talk that seemed to happened between him and everyone nowadays. "Look, I know what you are going through, but youmust stop living like this. Youmust move past this." She was about to sob. At that moment Jeff felt no sympathy for her. The anger rose in him.
"You out of all people should not be preaching to me! Yeah, sure you moved past him alright. It wasn't even a week until you decide to FUCK his best friend, Shane nonetheless. Oh no! Not Amy Dumas, she couldn't wait to start a relationship after Matt died, who was suppose to be her true love!" He was practically yelling at her. She was sobbing. Her chest heaving up and down. He wasn't even close to feeling remorseful about the things he had said. He felt a sharp smack against his face. He wanted to cover the spot where he was just hit with his hand, but that would be showing weakness and maybe even remorse which he did not. She stormed out of the room. The woman he once had considered like a sister, he now had only sour, hatefully feelings towards now. He really didn't know why exactly. Maybe the thought that she could move on and he couldn't hurt him the most. Or maybe because she was finally able to let Matt die and he wasn't.
(A/N PLEASE R&R Should I continue yes/no?)
Jeff sat in his room, it has been two years since the accident. He never quite lost the feeling thati was his fault. He had started wrestling again since then and found comfort in being thrown around, beaten, and bruised. Sure his friends were supportive and Amy was still his friend, but he had a feeling they also balmed him. He took a breath and headed to the shower.
When he got out of the shower, he headed to the bar. It wasn't like him to drink, but he had the right. His cell went off right after he got his drink. He stared at the caller id, debating whether to answer it or not. It was his father, whom he had not spoken to since the funeral. He turned his cell off and drank his drink. Nine drinks later, a drunk Jeff stumbles into his room and falls on his stomach on his hotel bed.
Around 9 am the next morning a familiar banging on the door awoke him. He groaned as he rolled on his back. He smelt horrible and the taste in his mouth was worse. He stood to end up sitting down with a major headache. Jeff stood up once again and managed to get to the door without a serious accident. He opened the door to encounter the red head, he had to become so familiar with. He could tell that she had something on her mind.
"Hey. Come in." He offered her holding the door open. She walked through the door and looked at the array of clothes thrown in every free space. He hurried and freed a space on the bed for her to sit.
"Jeff, we need to talk." She said. He sat next to her and waited for the normal talk that seemed to happened between him and everyone nowadays. "Look, I know what you are going through, but youmust stop living like this. Youmust move past this." She was about to sob. At that moment Jeff felt no sympathy for her. The anger rose in him.
"You out of all people should not be preaching to me! Yeah, sure you moved past him alright. It wasn't even a week until you decide to FUCK his best friend, Shane nonetheless. Oh no! Not Amy Dumas, she couldn't wait to start a relationship after Matt died, who was suppose to be her true love!" He was practically yelling at her. She was sobbing. Her chest heaving up and down. He wasn't even close to feeling remorseful about the things he had said. He felt a sharp smack against his face. He wanted to cover the spot where he was just hit with his hand, but that would be showing weakness and maybe even remorse which he did not. She stormed out of the room. The woman he once had considered like a sister, he now had only sour, hatefully feelings towards now. He really didn't know why exactly. Maybe the thought that she could move on and he couldn't hurt him the most. Or maybe because she was finally able to let Matt die and he wasn't.
(A/N PLEASE R&R Should I continue yes/no?)