Chapter One
Dameon's P.O.V.
I snuggly lay down in my bed as I looked out the window quietly. Snowflakes silently fell from the dismal and bleak sky. I really wanted to know what my secret crush was doing… None-the-less, my creepy stalker, Randy Orton. Well, Creepy McCreeps-me-out-a lot, and I used to date. You know, as a WWE thing. I never actually liked him. Okay, I thought he was a LITTLE bit cute… God…
I heard my door in the other room creak open.
"Um, h-hello?" I asked nervously.
No reply was given back… I am totally freaking out at this point.
My bedroom door was creaking open as well. I turned over to my side, because I didn't want to see who it was or what they were going to do.
It was then, when I felt my self be choked, until everything… faded to black.
Roxy's P.O.V.
With shopping bags cluttered together in my arms, I twisted the key that led to the locker room that I shared with my loving boyfriend, Keith Neon. I twisted open the knob and looked in—and then—I dropped all the bags of clothes that I held as tears welled up in my eyes.
"K-Keith…?" I asked with bubbling tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks.
Before me, stood my 'loving' boyfriend and some skank, I think her name is Candice, or something…
"Whoa! Roxy—Hi… Um… Okay, see—I was asleep, right? So, I open my eyes, and this girl is right here!" Keith shouted frantically.
"Really funny, Keith Joseph Neon!" I cried, the tears now falling down my cheeks.
"Look—I'll give you the real story, okay?" Keith sighed.
"Oh, allow me. I already know it by shattered heart. Keith gets bored with Roxy, so he hires a whore, and by luck, it's Candice freakin' Michelle!" I yelled. "Consider us, done!"
"Wait… Roxy…" Keith called after me.
I ran down the hallway, nothing behind me but my tears…
I ran and ran, until I bumped into a calming and caring voice…
"Roxy—what's wrong?" asked one of my best friends, Jeff Hardy.
I didn't reply, but only kept crying as he held me lovingly in his arms.