I don't own any one in the WWE only my own characters.
My name is Jodi and I am a 32 year old female from Cameron, North Carolina.
I know it sounds like an out of the way little hole in the wall place, but the only thing good to ever come out of it was Matt and Jeff Hardy.
I went to school with Matt and Jeff both I graduated with Jeff.
I was one of the only girls on the block that was ever over at the Hardy house all of the time, because they always did "boy stuff" and none of the other girls got into that, but I did.
I had my share of bumps and bruises from wrestling with the boys, but it was fun, I loved every minute of it.
I was really sad when Jeff went off to the OWA.
I still had Matt to hang out with.
I was working at the local diner, when I met Joe; he was a friend of Matt's.
We spent all the time that we could at Matt's until they both graduated from high school.
Matt went off to OWA to join Jeff and Joe went off to Law school.
I was left there in that diner.
I finally saved enough money to move to New York to be with Joe, where he had a successful Law practice.
Joe was thrilled that I still wanted to be with him after all this time.
He had a large apartment and told me that I didn't have to clean or cook that's what he had staff for. He gave me money to spend on whatever I wanted, clothes, and shoes. It was too good to be true.
He even let me go visit my parents whenever I wanted.
But one day that all stopped.
When I was home by my parents he had heard that I had been over at the Hardy house visiting with Jeff and Matt.
When I got home he flew in to a rage and started to hit me over and over.
Accusing me of having an affair with Jeff and Matt, I told him in-between blows that I would never do that to him and that I loved him. He told me that he would make sure it would never happen again because I was never allowed to go to Cameron again as long as I lived.
I said what about my parents? If they want to see you then they can come here, he snapped.
He stopped letting me have large amounts of money, but what he did give me I put away in a safe place just in case I ever needed to get away.
Every time he would beat me it got worse and worse.
After the last time I called the police. They took him away.
This was my chance I knew I had to make a run for it, but where would I go I couldn't go to Cameron that would be the first place that he would look.
Where would I go? Who would I go to? I didn't have any friends left.
I still had to take the chance; I boarded a plane headed for Cameron.
I hadn't seen Jeff or Matt since they made it big in the WWE. I checked their schedule. They both should be off for this week. I hoped and prayed that they were going home, and that they would remember me. All I remember is hours before I boarded the plane I was just released from the emergency room with multiple facial wounds and many bruises all over my body. I was stuck in the middle of three seats so I knew that this ride was going to be a very uncomfortable one.
I just hoped that who ever sat next to me kept to them selves and didn't try to befriend me because of my situation. That was the last thing that I wanted was to rehash what had just happed to me.
The stewardess asked me if I was ok, if she could get me a pillow or anything I told her no thank you I am fine.
I was not fine I was crying very hard into my towel that I had to stop any bleeding from the stitches that may still be seeping out.
The next thing I knew I had two brothers fighting over who was going to get the window seat.
Could it be them the voices that were so familiar from my past?