Title: Cruelty

Author: Rachel

Email: Edgechick816@aol.com

Category: WWE

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just own the idea.

Distribution: Ask first

Rating: R (to be safe) *Big angst warning * At the end of this part, I'm not saying what because it'll ruin it.

Summary: What happens when revenge goes too far?

Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)

She was supposed to be the bad guy. Interesting how stupid that sounds now. I wanted revenge, I wanted to so badly that I would hurt my best friend to get there. He loves her, something that still boggles my mind; how could he love someone that hated me so much? I guess the heart wants what it wants. He was always great at finding the good in people, something I obviously have a harder time with.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, cliche I know, but it's the truth. She was supposed to leave him alone, not end up in a hospital bed like she was now. I can see the machines hooked up to her through the glass, monitoring her steady heart beat. He's sitting by her bedside, his back is to me but I can see he's holding her hand, and if I know him at all, right now, he's praying. I wanna go in there and comfort him, give him a hug and tell him everything's going be okay. But I can't. He won't talk to me, after all, this is my fault in the first place.

She went after my personal life, I went after hers. Sneaky: yes. Underhanded: yes. Near deadly; no, or at least it shouldn't have been. I don't know if she meant to fall in love with him, or she was just doing it to torture me. Hell, I don't know if it had anything to do with me at all, but I do know that she loves him. I can see that now. He was her reason for being, a support that differed from her friends, someone to love and love her back. He told me this before, and I didn't believe him. So I did the one thing that I'd never done in our entire relationship; I seconded guessed him. Someone I've trusted with my life on one more than one occasion, and I second guessed him. Where did that get me? In a hospital waiting room.

I look around me; all her friends are in tears. One of them curls up in Chris Jericho's arms; I realize that I don't even know her. We'd banished her to the 'Harem', as we refereed to it, before any one of us got to know her. Chris is trying to comfort her, stroking her hair, letting her cry on his shoulder. I'd always thought of him as someone who used to be a good guy; it took this for me to figure that he still was one.

My friends, companions, accomplices, whatever you want to call them, aren't here. We were told to stay away, that no one wanted us here, but I came anyway. Nobody said anything; maybe they realize that the stakes are higher for me. That I just lost my best friend, by nearly killing the woman he loves. Or maybe, they just didn't care. I drove her to it, I wouldn't be convicted in a court but if it hadn't be for me, she wouldn't have been there, this never would have happened.

I want a do-over! I wanna to back and change it. Talk to him sooner, be nice to her, put on a different pair of shoes. I don't know, but something, anything!

Her eyes are open, she's talking to him. I don't know what they're saying, but I can tell they're talking in whispers. He leans forward, kissing her on the lips, still holding her hand. I watch the steady beat of her heart monitor, my eyes widen when all of a sudden: flatline.

We both fought so hard to keep him and in the end, we both lost.

A/N: This is dark for me, let me know what you think.