Welcom to Stalked
This is a Matt Hardy/OC story.
Obviously I do not own Matt Hardy, or anything WWE.
This is only for fun.
Abbie...
I sat on the couch, my knees at my chest, my arms around them, and stared at the silver cell phone I dropped on the ground.
The last few minutes played over and over in my mind.
'I was getting ready to go out, my match was up in five minutes and I had just finished stretching. There was a certain 'vibe' in the air tonight. Something was going to happened.
I jumped around the small dressing room I shared with my long time boyfriend, shaking my arms and legs out, loosening up... That was when my phone started calling out for me. Who knew a small silver piece of plastic could make my whole world crash around me...
"Hello?" I answered
"Hello." A voice that was familiar but not answered back at me.
"Who is this?"
"Who do you think?"
That voice... it was so familiar.
"Aaron?"
Aaron is my brother, and an actor in Hollywood. He likes to play tricks on me, likes to call up and pretend to be someone else. Once he had me on the phone for five minutes, thinking I was talking to someone from the taxation department before he laughed and confessed it was him...
"What are you doing?" The person asked me. Notice he didn't confirm himself as Aaron.
"Nothing." I answered slowly. Something was wrong.
"You sound like you just got up Sugarcakes."
When that one word touched my ears, I felt my heart stop...
The phone fell from my fingers. Hitting the ground and snapping closed. I stepped numbly back and fell down onto the couch.'
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Matt...
"Something is wrong."
I was waiting for Abbie when a feeling of wrongness shot through me. That's all it was, a feeling, but it was strong. Jeff, who was standing beside me, waiting with me in the wings of backstage turned to me.
"What?" He asked me.
"I don't know." I frown... It was my first night back on Smakdown after months off due to injuries. Well, first night working. I have been to visit a few times. What, with my girlfriend and brother working here, my appearance was a regular thing.
No one was expecting me to be going out front tonight. Not even Jeff or Abbie. No one was expecting me to be the Special Enforcer in Jeff and Punk's Championship Match tonight...
The feeling nagged at me again, a low, sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that had me bouncing up and down.
I look around for Abbie. Her match was up before my début back a she should have been here by now. Her five minute warning had just been called.
"I'll be back." I said to Jeff, "I'm going to find Abs."
"Sure man." I saw the worried glace Jeff shot at me as I turned away from him...
I made my way through the maze of corridors, finding the dressing room door that belonged to both me, Abbie and Jeff after a minute or two.
When I stepped inside, something inside me broke.
I rushed to Abbie, taking her small form in my arms as I sat beside her on the couch. She didn't react to me, and that scared me. Her eyes stayed staring forwards, as wide as saucers. Her breathing was even and slow, and completely wrong.
What the fuck had happened?
"Abbie... Baby?" I pressed my cheek against her, trying to get as close to her as possible. "What's happened?"
Nothing, absolutely no reaction came from her. It was like she was comatose, like she wasn't even in this world anymore.
"Come on Baby, talk to me." I mumble next to her ear, my fingers ran into her hair. I brought her closer to me, surround her. Some part of my brain was convince that the more contact we had, the more I could bring her back to me...
"He found me." She said, her voice even and void of emotions... "Kevin found me..."
Thanks for reading...