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Chapter 2- Lost Cause.

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I started at the door in front of me, trying to find the courage to knock. He would understand, right? I mean, Jeff would let me stay in the spare bed, he always told me it was open anytime I needed it, so why am I finding this so hard. I lifted my trembling hand and my knuckles found the door, knocking lightly. What if he was sleeping? What if I woke him up. What if he was pissed right off that I was knocking on his door at 2 in the morning.

I kept my head to the ground as the door opened. I should have been paying attention to what Jeff was saying, but for some reason all I could think about was how me standing here with my bag in tow, was somehow betraying John. I lifted my head to look at Jeff.

"Wh-what?" I asked, my voice still thick with tears.

"What happened, Marley?" he asked observing the forming black and blue on my cheek.

"I uhh, I just…fucked up" was the only thing that I could manage. I don't what happened. I don't know how this happened. "Can I stay here tonight?" I asked him.

"Of course you can, Mar, I just...I mean, damn...what the fuck happened?" he asked again.

I tried to shrug my shoulders, but the sharp pain in my arms kept me from moving easily. Jeff reached down and grabbed my bag, looking down the hall. I fallowed his glaze and saw John standing at the end of the hallway. Jeff took his hand off the bag, that had moved merely an inch, and he stepped into the hallway My heart felt like it was going to explode from the rapid beating. Tears immediately fell from my eyes. He started toward me, and I tried to duck quickly into Jeff's room.

"MARLEY!" he shouted through the hallway.

"Look, dude…" Jeff started, putting his hands up, and moving my body behind his.

John raised his hand in silence. "This is between me and my girl."

"John I…" I started.

"Just come back to the room, and we can talk about this." he said as he reached for my arm. I backed up a little bit, not wanting him to touch me anymore.

"I'm done talking. I'm done reasoning with you, John. I don't deserve this. I mean I thought we were happy, weren't we happy?" I said crying. I wanted to wipe the tears off my face, but I knew it would hurt. I looked back at Jeff. The look in his eyes told me he didn't believe the running into the door at the arena story, or the 'we were just fooling around' story. That look said, that every suspicion he ever had, was confirmed at that moment.

"How could you do that to your girl, dude?" I heard Jeff ask him.

"You don't know shit… about me and my girl, dog. Shut the fuck up." John said, stepping up to Jeff.

"You can hit me dude, But I ain't a girl. I'll hit your bitch ass back." Jeff quipped.

"Oh, so you think I hit my girl?!" John asked him loudly, stepping even closer.

"Well, I don't think that she runs into doors everyday." Jeff said stepping up to Johns face, yelling in the same tone Johns voice was.

"Jeff, don't" I said, putting my hand on his arm. He backed away from John, but he was still burning a hole into him with his eyes.

"So now you're fucking Jeff?" John spat at me. "So I was right, you are a stupid fucking slut." John said pushing his way past Jeff, and getting into my face.

The scene in the hallway brought on lookers from other rooms. Candice appeared behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay, Mar?" she asked me quietly. I shook my head, afraid of what would come out of my mouth if I spoke. I looked at her, noticing Randy and Matt standing in the middle of John and Jeff.

"I always knew she was a fucking slut anyways." John said looking in my direction.

I was heated. I never cheated on him. Not once. He was unfaithful. He brought me to this point, and now he was going to push it on me to make himself look good.

"A fucking slut, John?" I asked him, with courage budding out of me from nowhere. "I'm the fucking slut? Maybe if you could keep your dick in your pants this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if you didn't fall for the first set of implants and a sweet voice, We would be fine!" I screamed at him. Furious was not the word. I expected him to slap me, right then. Instead he stepped closer to me, and bent his head to meet my eyes.

"Yes. A slut." he smirked. My hands were shaking at my sides, I never hit John, because I knew what would happen, but hell. I finally found the balls to leave him, what could happen now. My hand flew up from nowhere, and the force of my hand on his cheek made the hallway echo. I heard gasps coming from the small crowd that had gathered. Out of nowhere I felt his hand around my throat and my body being forced into the wall. The shriek of the girls and muffled tones of the guys were almost inaudible to me. I felt someone prying my neck out of Johns vice grip, and I swallowed hard when he backed off and put his hands up.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Randy asked him.

"She's my fucking problem!" he shouted, pointing a finger in my face over Candice's shoulder. Matt and Randy stood in front of him again. "Get back to the fucking room." John seethed at me.

I shook my head, and swallowed the lump in my throat. God, that fucking hurt. I took a deep, shaky breath. "We're fucking done, John. Done." I hissed quietly. I turned around to get my bag, and looked at Candice. "Will you take me to the airport?" I asked her, quietly.

"No she fucking wont." John said, trying to step closer, only to be pushed back by Randy. "You're not goin anywhere with my fucking kid." he said trying to break free from Randy.

The looks from the people standing around me, were shocking. I've never seen a group with their mouths all hung open, ever. And in this business, there were surprises every day. Randy composed himself first, trying to make light of the situation at hand.

"Dude. You need to fucking chill." Randy said, never letting his hands leave Johns chest.

"Yeah, I need to chill, and when you go 'home'". he paused looking at me, quoting with his fingers. "I'll fucking be right there. Chillin." he said, looking directly at me.

"Why are you doing this, John. Just let her go, she doesn't want to be with you anymore, just cool your fucking jets." Candice spoke up.

"Fuck you whore, what do you know?" John threatened.

"Dude, don't call my girl a whore." Matt spoke up.

"Or what, dude?" He said looking into the older Hardy's eyes.

"I'll just have to kick your ass!" Matt said feeling furious.

"Yeah. Okay." John smirked. I was afraid of the look in his eye. I'd never seen it before, and his delicate pools of blue were iced over with anger. Randy pulled John back and looked at him. "Dude, you're supposed to be my boy, now you're takin' up for these fucks?!" he shouted at Randy.

"Dude, you've fucking went off the deep end, I might be an asshole, but I NEVER put my hands on a female. A pregnant one at that." Randy said still pushing John back.

"No, you just shit in their purses and stalk them." John taunted sarcastically. "Get the fuck off me." he said throwing Randy's hands off his body. He looked at me again and pointed his finger at me. "Let's go, Marley." he said simply.

"No, John. The only place I'm going, is home." I said pulling my arms to my chest.

"You don't have a fucking home, you live with me" he said pointing a finger to himself. "Remember?" he asked still pointing. "I just want to know what the fuck your problem is."

The group looked at me. I felt like I was being put on the spot, and everybody waited for my answer. How could he ask that when he just made an ass of himself in front of all his friends. "I thought you loved me, baby." he said, looking into my eyes.

Candice scoffed in amusement. I knew what she was thinking. What did I ever see in him. For a year and a half our relationship was great. I was perfect for him, and he was perfect for me, and we were going to be together. John was my happily ever after. I don't know what happened or how our relationship fell apart. I forgave him for cheating on me with the peppy blonde writer. I forgave him for cheating on me with the little slutty brunette, I couldn't forgive him anymore.

"I do love you , John. But I'm going to forget how." I said still crying.

I couldn't stop. It was like Niagra Falls was inside of my tear ducts and they weren't slowing down for nothing. He might have been shocked, or amused, I couldn't really read his expression. I knew he was pissed, and somehow it was going to be my fault when all I was doing is trying to get out of that situation.

"You have to come back to get your shit." he pointed out.

"I packed all I need." I said, pointing to the bag on the floor. I turned around to Candice again. "Will you give me a ride?" I asked.

"Mar, its like 2:30 in the morning. You can't catch a flight that late." she reasoned.

No. I couldn't stay here, and now she didn't want to help me get out of here. What the fuck had I done to everybody. This isn't my fault.

"I have to leave!" I sobbed. "God I can't stay here." I said crumbling.

The floor came inches above my ass as I bent my knees to my chest. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "Okay. Alright. I'll catch a cab." I said grabbing my bag from the floor, but immediately dropping it as the pain of the bruises stabbed at my skin. I picked up the strap and started to drag the duffle to the stairs. Waiting for an elevator wasn't an option.

"Marley." Jeff called out as I pushed open the door to the fire escape. "Marley." he said quietly approaching me. "You can stay in my room, and I'll give you a ride in the morning." he said reaching for the bag.

"NO!" I didn't mean to shout. It just came out like that.

Why doesn't anybody understand. They just saw it first hand, and they want me to stay. Another minute in this place and I'll fucking die, and nobody gets that. I turned around and looked at the small group around Jeff's room. Randy was talking to John in a corner, and I could very clearly see the muscle in his jaw clenching at every word. I raised my hand a little to wave.

"Thanks for everything guys." I said as I walked through the door, and let it shut. I pulled my bag down the stairs letting it land at the drop. I turned the corner to go down the stairs, when the heavy door opened. I heard the commotion of people and footsteps heavy on the metal stairs.

"Marley!" Johns voice echoed through the stairwell.

Great. Here he comes. I might as well just sign my own death certificate and hand it in now.

"Baby!" he called when he rounded the corner. I turned around and looked right into his eyes. "I'm sorry." he breathed. I couldn't say anything. The group had moved from the hallway into the stairs. Do I have to fucking go through this again. Didn't this just happen 15 minuets ago? I continued to pull my bag down the another set of stairs when it was stopped. "Just talk to me." he said holding onto the strap.

"Fuck it, I don't need clothes." I said letting the strap fall from my hand, and I heading down the stairs. Fuck. I need my money though. And my duffle bag is where my purse is. John stood on the stairs and watched me walk back up. I leaned down to the bag and unzipped it. I grabbed my small purse from inside, only to be stopped by Johns massive paw. For once is touch was gentle. There was nothing harsh about the way he tried to get my purse out of his hand.

"Just leave me alone" I whispered. I could feel the heart break coming into my eyes. I'm sure he saw the emotion running across my face, because his jaw softened. Maybe for the first time ever, he realized how much he's actually hurting me.

"I'm out. I'm way past done, and I ca…" he cut me off with his lips.

I don't want to kiss him. I don't want to feel anything for him. I pushed him back, and he started at me with shock all over his face. That was his goodbye kiss. If I could help it. I would never see him again. His hand was still gripped on the strap of the bag. I reached down and picked up my purse. Candice, Matt, Jillian, Jeff and Randy looked at me from their place on the stairs. I said nothing as I walked down them and out of the door into the lobby. I help my purse tightly in my hands as I walked out the front door of the hotel. I stood on the curb and hailed the first cab I saw.

"JFK Please." I said quietly to the driver.

I saw John run out of the door as the cab pulled away. I put my hand on the window, and traced his face through the glass. The glass felt cool against my forehead, and the tears were falling harder than the rain. I didn't notice the cab had stopped until the driver told me we were there. I stepped out and pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head. I walked into the terminal and slid a credit card over to the lady.

"Where to?" she asked me, a little too bubbly for 3 in the morning if you ask me. But who am I to judge anybody.

"Boston, Massachusetts. Please." I waited for her to print my ticket and give me the flight time. Surprisingly, this would be the first time in the airport I wouldn't mind waiting around for 2 hours. I had no idea where I was going when I got there, but I knew it would be better than staying there.