Title: Losing Grip
Chapter I: Pulling the Trigger
Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's … Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.
A/N: I had this chapter posted b4, but then I removed it cuz I'm adding new chapters, so… tell me what u think! :)
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"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She demanded. "Tell me the truth!"
Matt sighed. He could see the fury in her hazel eyes. They were practically burning a hole through him. He swore they were turning the same color as her hair.
"Amy, I… I…"
"You what?"
"I…" Matt paused. He looked down at the floor. He couldn't look up at her. No matter how intimidating she tried to sound, Matt could still hear it… it was very faint but he could definitely hear it… she sounded hurt. She looked hurt. She was hurt. He didn't want to break her heart. He knew all along it would hurt her… but he didn't think it would hurt her like this.
It was only one of those spur of the moment things. He was a guy… she'd just have to understand that. He knew he was wrong for doing it, but he was sorry. He really was.
Matt took a deep breath. "Baby… I… I love you. I really, really love you… but you can't hold this against me for the rest of your life. I said I was sorry and I meant it."
Matt looked up at her, awaiting his response. He became a little uneasy when he didn't get one.
"Do you love her?" Amy finally asked.
"What?"
"Torrie. Do you… do you love her?"
"Baby…"
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!"
"YES! I mean… no… I mean… I don't know, Amy!"
Amy was furious. She was so ready to let go. She hated this scene. She and Matt were always arguing in their hotel room. She knew Jeff, Shane, Jericho, and the other guys were listening on the other side. They always were. They always waited for Matt to leave so they could come in and comfort her… not this time.
She walked over to her suitcase and took a plastic bag out. She didn't reveal its contents. Instead, she sat on the bed and held it in her hands.
"So how's the sex?" She asked calmly.
"Amy, don't do this."
"Don't do what? Don't question you about something you shouldn't be doing anyway? So is she good?"
Matt stayed quiet.
"Come on, Matt, I wanna know." She whispered softly.
Matt didn't dare say anything. He knew she was on the verge of tears.
"I think I deserve to know." Amy said, standing up. She was still holding onto the bag.
"I don't know why I did it… I'm stupid… it's –"
"Damn right you're stupid!" Amy's voice cracked. "I thought you didn't like blondes. Come on, Matt, don't you know your colors?" Tears started streaming down her face. Matt just wanted to grab her and show her how sorry he was.
"I'm tired Matt." She continued. "I'm sick and fucking tired! I can't hold on any longer… I'm losing grip."
Matt sighed. "I promise… I'll change. If you just give me –"
"Another chance? Is that what you were gonna say?"
Matt nodded.
"No, Matt. I've given you all the chances in the world. I told you, I'm sick and tired. To death."
"Amy –"
"Literally."
"What?"
Amy pulled something out of the plastic bag. Matt couldn't make out the shape at first, and then he saw what it was. He held up his hands in a surrendering gesture.
"Amy, don't." He said, backing away.
"Don't what?" Amy said, eyeing the gun she was holding. "Don't kill you?"
"We can talk this out."
"Matt, baby… I could never do something like that. I love you… come here, give me a kiss."
Matt stared at her. He didn't like this Amy. She was so… scary. He missed the old Amy. It was his entire fault that she was being like this, and he knew it.
He shook his head. She would kill him if he walked up to her.
"Can I have one last kiss from you? I love you, Matt. I really do. You mean the world to me… but you hurt me, baby. You hurt me."
A single tear slipped out the corner of Matt's eye.
"You hurt me." She repeated.
"Baby, I'm sorry." Matt whispered, as he walked up to her. He tilted her chin up and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Thank you." She whispered back. "That was all I wanted."
Matt slowly nodded. "Now will you please put the gun away?"
"No."
"Amy… don't do it." Matt said nervously. He didn't want to die… he wanted to talk things out and be forgiven. He wanted to hold her… to love her. He didn't need Torrie or any of the other fake-Divas. He wanted her. He wanted Amy.
"I told you I wasn't going to kill you, baby." Amy said, practically reading his mind. "I love you too much."
Matt sighed. "Thank God. 'Cause you know, I got something for you." Matt grinned and walked over to his suitcase. He pulled out a small, black, velvet box. Before turning around, and showing it to Amy, he admired the diamond engagement ring that was inside. It cost him a fortune. She would love it.
Amy stared at Matt's back. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. She ran a finger over the gun before putting it in her mouth. She liked the feel of it… cold and greasy. She placed her finger on the trigger.
Matt sighed, preparing himself for the big question. He stood and turned slowly.
"Amy, will you – AMY NO!"
She smiled.
And pulled the trigger.
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