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After the talk show interview Jeff had one more show to perform an exclusive concert in The Greek Theatre. He was on his last song of the night a song which was undeniably about Trish. He stood on stage as he started to sing the final song of the night taking a deep breathe - the song hurt him he wrote it not long after he broke up with Trish. He was angry, he was hurt and he couldn't take the responsibility that he was actually the reason they broke up. He blamed Trish for giving up on him and not standing by him in his hour of need.

'I loved you, you made me, hate me

You gave me hate, see?

It saved me and these tears are deadly

You feel that I rip back, every time you tried to steal that

You feel bad, you feel sad?

I'm sorry, hell no fuck that

It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife

This strife, it dies, this life and these lies

And these lungs, have sung, this song, for too long,

And it's true, I hurt too, remember I loved you'

Trish had spent all day at the photoshoot spending longer than planned. It had been such a stressful day and she couldn't get Jeff's words from the interview out of her head. Why did she care what her ex-boyfriend said? Why did she care if he didn't care anymore? Why was she even thinking about the situation when she had a perfect man by her side.

After the photoshoot, the model and face of StratusFashion Torrie Wilson invited her for a drink. Normally Trish would say no - she wasn't much of a big drinker. Today was different.

They sat in the bar of her stepfather's hotel - The Codebreaker. It reminded Trish of when her and Chris used to get illegally drunk in high school. A much simpler time - well not really her life was just as fucked up then. She missed Chris who was off just being the playboy billionaire that he was. She missed Steph but she knew how stubborn she could be, she had disappeared from New York when she heard the news about Shane getting full control of the company but even when she was in New York they barely spoke like they used too and Steph blamed that on her relationship with Shane. Trish's life had changed so much in two years and for some reason today it hit her more than usual.

"Earth to Trish?" Torrie waved her hands dramatically in front of Trish who was obviously preoccupied in her mind. Torrie was taller and skinnier than Trish who was more curvy. Both girls were blonde but Trish was more of a golden blonde with hair that fell just below her shoulders while Torrie's hair was icy blonde and half way down her back. "What did you think of the photos then I know it took a while but I think they turned out great in the end… that photographer was a piece of work though he was really annoying but I guess it all worked out in the end!"

Trish smiled half-heartedly nodded along to the words Torrie was saying.

"Okay what's up with you!" Torrie sighed. "It's not that Jeff Hardy interview was it?"

Torrie was also in Trish's year in high school and the two were friend she had witnessed first hand the epic love story between the two teenagers. Even if they didn't go to the same high school the whole world knew how much Jeff and Trish loved each other - that's why Jeff was still being questioned about their relationship two years later.

"No…" Trish sighed. "It's not just that I don't know it's everything I guess… I've not seen Chris in however long and I know it's not unusual for him to go missing for months on end but I'm just missing him that's all… then there's Steph who I'm not even sure is my friend anymore since I've been dating Shane it's all just weird with us… I don't know so much has been changing recently…"

"Yeah it's called growing up honey…" Torrie shrugged. "It's like me and Joy Giovanni… I've not seen her since graduation, she moved to LA and I'm happy for her but it doesn't mean I don't miss my friend!"

Torrie and Joy were best friends just like Stephanie and Trish were best friends. Joy moved to Los Angeles and never contacted Torrie again.

"I know I guess I just thought some people would be in my life forever…" Trish sighed as she downed the rest of her pornstar martini.

"They are always in your life…" Torrie smiled sadly. "They will live in your heart forever…"

I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no

And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no

Stephanie got off of her private jet landing in Miami. She hated to admit it but Jericho was right. She was hiding and feeling sorry for herself - it was boring. She was Stephanie McMahon. She was the life and soul of any party. She didn't ever mope around and act hopeless. That wasn't her style. No matter how much it hurt her that her parents didn't believe in her. She knew she would play the game. She had been competing with Shane her whole life - why stop now?

After getting changed in the plane. Stephanie was wearing a beautiful red cocktail dress, suiting her figure perfectly while she had styled her hair into a beautiful side bun and her make up looking very natural apart from the winged liner and killer stand out red lips. Stephanie was making a statement with the red theme - she was dangerous. Her family should never forget that.

Stephanie jumped into the limousine that was waiting at the airport for her before she eventually arrived at the club which her father had named Vince's Devils. Paparazzi went crazy for the arrival of the youngest McMahon as she flashed her billion dollar smile.

"Steph what are you wearing?" A paparazzi screamed out as she strutted down the red carpet.

"Dolce Gabbana from head to toe." Stephanie smiled as she posed for more pictures.

She continued to strut down to the club entrance seeing her brother, mother and father standing in front of her. Their fake smiles evident for the camera's - Steph knew how to play her role in her family. Events like these were all family based to make themselves look the perfect family which couldn't be more from the truth. Maybe if Steph wasn't in the picture. But she was. Her attendance of the club night was just prove they wouldn't be able to push her out that easy.

"Hello Stephanie…" Her mother's voice bemused at the overconfident brunette in front of her who was obviously being extremely dramatic with her entrance as usual.

"Hello mother dearest!" Stephanie exclaimed as she kissed her mom on both cheeks. "And father how I have missed you!"

Stephanie turned to hug her father who returned the hug half-heartedly.

"And my lovely brother Shane how have you been? No hard feelings right." Stephanie smirked sarcastically before embracing her brother in a close hug. "Well what are we waiting for let's enjoy the opening I couldn't think of anywhere else I would like to be right now!"

Stephanie leaded the family into the new club which had a 1920's vibe. It was spectacular inside the red velvet curtains and glass panels with the flappers dancing all around. It was very high class and definitely fit the Miami vibe.

Vince grabbed Stephanie subtly pushing her into the side. "I want you on your best behaviour tonight Steph don't embarrass me!"

"I would never do such a thing father…" Steph smiled back sarcastically. "I'm always on my best behaviour."

Stephanie strutted off from her family as she began to down a flute of champagne that was being handed around. Once one was finished she began to down another one, smiling at her family who were looking worried about the socialite.

"I invited her for decoration I didn't think she would actually come…" Linda still fake smiling as she whispered into her husband's' ear.

"Don't worry about her… I've warned her." Vince joining his wife while fake smiling to one another.

"Yeah because that's stopped her before…" Shane rolled his eyes before making his way towards his sister who was on her fourth glass of champagne by now. "Don't you think you should slow down…"

"Hello… Shane… my lovely brother." Stephanie smiled cunningly. "How's my best friend I've not seen her in forever…"

"Don't do this here Steph…" Shane muttered to Steph pleading with his sister who looked unfazed by their environment or surroundings.

"Don't do what?" Stephanie giggled to herself this time necking down her fifth glass of champagne.

"That's enough Steph…" Shane snarled as he took her sixth glass of champagne out of her hand.

"Well you know what I thought you being the golden child was enough for you but no you just had to go and start dating my best friend as well because god forbid somebody loves me more than you… that just can't happen now can it?!" Stephanie's chuckle was mischievous and taunting the older sibling.

"Trish loves you I didn't take her off anybody… she misses you!" Shane did miss his sister but he knew deep down when he started dating Trish she would have an issue with it. He didn't care. He thought Trish was different to the other girls he had been with and he knew she was a keeper, Stephanie just didn't give herself a chance to get use to them.

"Well I don't know about that but I do know she misses Jeff Hardy!" Stephanie giggled as she hit every nerve in Shane's body as Shane stepped closer to his little sister his father intervened.

"Leave it Shane… I'll take care of this!" Vince demanded as Shane stormed off into the male toilets. Vince aggressively grabbed Stephanie's arm and pulled her into his office. "You spiteful little bitch why did you even come here!"

Stephanie didn't absorb any of her fathers screaming instead unperturbed by her father's harsh voice and words she smiled deviously. "What do you mean daddy? We're one big happy family remember? You did send out an invite didn't you? You wanted me to be here right?"

"I wanted to put all of this behind us!" Vince exclaimed.

"No you didn't!" Stephanie scoffed. "You never wanted me to come but you sent the invite to challenge me and guess what I've never stepped back from a challenge yet. You never believed in me and you never seen me more than a stupid socialite!"

Vince began to chuckle. Stephanie raised an eyebrow at her father. "You have just proved to me once again that I made the right decision! You're childish, you're immature and you act on emotion. I wouldn't give you the chance to fail my company and ruin my legacy like you did every time you have fucked that Jericho boy in the last month…"

Stephanie taken back by her fathers word looking shocked that she knew this information.

"...You think I didn't know? You think you're really that lowkey? I have eyes and ears everywhere Stephanie… do you think I'm going to let a slut like you taint the McMahon name."

Stephanie felt anger rush through out her body as she slapped her father with every bit of force she had in her and began to bark back at him. "Fuck you!"

"Security!" Vince screamed.

"Don't bother I'll go by choice…" Stephanie snarled one more time before leaving through the back of the club.

'I wish I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you

And told you that I loved you, every time I fucked you

The future that we both drew, and all the shit we've been through,

Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew.

How could you do this to me?

Look at what I made for you, it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you

I used to be love struck, now I'm just fucked up,

Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts'

Chris sat on his yacht as the stars of the night lit up the sea. As soon as Stephanie left Chris got his little black book out and decided to have a bit of a party but honestly… he was bored. He stood on the deck of the yacht as he smoked a joint. It was something he did all the time but certain times he would smoke one or two joints just to chill out.

One of the girls he was partying with followed him up. She had bright platinum blonde/white hair with obvious hair extensions in but despite all the makeup and extensions you could still see she was naturally pretty.

"What are you doing out here… the party's inside?" The unknown female smirked playfully drawing on the man's chest with her finger.

"Not in the mood for partying." Chris shrugged.

"Well then why did you call us?" The unknown female giggled.

"Errr… I don't know." Chris chuckled back at the pretty girl.

"Oh honey… you're lonely." She continued to analyze the man in front of her.

"Sorry I didn't plan on Dr Phil coming to the party…" Chris raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"You're the only party pooper here…" She playfully stuck her tongue out. "Look handsome… I think whatever it is you're looking for isn't on this yacht."

As Chris took a minute to digest the words the young women was saying to him he come to the conclusion that for a girl who didn't look like she had a clue about anything she was right.

"You know you're right…" Chris smirked. "What's your name?"

"Maryse…" The woman smiled at the man in front of her. "I'm always right…"

"Well I'm Chris… hey Maryse could you do me a favour?"

"Yeah of course…"

"Get all these bitches of my yacht…"

"My pleasure." Maryse smiled before heading down to end the party.

'And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no

And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no'

JBL's townhouse no longer felt as lonely with the presence of his fiancée Jillian. The two had been dating for a year and a half and recently got engaged. She was a doctor and they met when he was in hospital for a general check up - it was love at first sight. He knew straight away that this was the one that he'd been waiting for.

JBL had never been lucky in love. He had spent years dating different girls and he was never short of a sexual partner but unfortunately he had never had that spark with anybody. Within minutes of meeting Jillian the two connected and had the spark. She was smart and beautiful, fair hair, dazzling baby blue eyes. She was slightly younger than him at 30 years of age but she was definitely wise beyond her years. She was perfect to him. He hit the jackpot with her.

The two snuggled up together on their sofa while watching old sitcoms and laughing at the corny jokes together when they heard a buzz at the door. They both looked confused at one another as they weren't expecting visitors and anybody hardly ever came to JBL's house.

JBL opened the door.

"H-h-h-h-help m-m-meee…" Amy stood in front of JBL with bruises, cuts and blood all over her face and body. Her eyes were black and she had a bust lip as she fainted on the floor.

'Seems like all we had is over now you left to rest

And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound

Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest

And my fears are over now

I can leave with my head down'

Trish sat in her penthouse suite as she examined the view of New York City. She really did love that city it was her home and she felt grateful to have lived in New York and the memories she made from here.

She had one too many pornstar martinis and was feeling sentimental as she darted to her bed room and looked in the drawers underneath her king size bed. The drawer was filled with lacy bras and knickers and stockings and then underneath she picked up an old louboutin box.

She opened the shoe box and poured its content on to her neatly made bed. She smiled as she looked at pictures from her high school years. Her and Steph in their uniforms posing together with their red bottoms evident in the picture. Trish and Stephanie would be the only freshman to have louboutins on their first day marking their spot in the high school social ladder.

Trish looked and noticed a picture at her mom's wedding with Chris Jericho's dad. Trish stood in her bridesmaid dress while Chris stood in his tux. The two hated each other at this point thinking they wouldn't ever accept each other into their family. How wrong they were.

Trish scanned through a few more pictures from high school parties and classes and other events that highlighted her teenage years before she found a picture from her cotillion ball the social event of any girl who was to live on the upper east side.

Trish's mother Alice had done everything to get Trish and Jeff to split up and didn't want her daughter escorted by someone like Jeff Hardy. Instead pushing her towards her ex-boyfriend John Cena whom Trish dated before Jeff. Jeff defied her mother and showed everyone from Sacred Hearts, The Upper East Side and pretty much the whole of New York that he loved Trish Stratus and she was his woman. The picture showed the two of them dancing together and sharing a kiss.

"Hey…" Shane appeared out of nowhere in Trish's bedroom. Trish quickly moved the pictures back into her louboutin box.

"Hey baby what are you doing here I thought you was in Miami?" Trish smiled as she quickly pushed her box back into the drawer underneath her bed.

"I was… Stephanie turned up and there was a lot of drama and I just wanted to be with my woman…" Shane smiled as the two shared a kiss. Shane still curious looking at the drawer underneath Trish's bed. "What was you doing?"

"Just looking at some pictures of me and Steph from high school actually…" Trish smiled but Shane didn't look convinced by her story. She wasn't exactly lying… she wasn't telling the whole truth that's all. "How is she? Does she still hate me?"

"Yeah she kinda hates everyone…" Shane chuckled taking his shoes off and his shirt and started kissing Trish passionately attempting to turn her on.

Trish kissed back until he started unbutton her blouse. "Shane… Shane… stop… I've had a long day…"

Shane looked at Trish hurt that she told him to stop.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that… I just mean I'm really tired and I have to be up super early tomorrow for this important meeting and I'm just really stressed." Trish sighed.

"Well let me destress you." Shane smirked one more time before he started kissing her again and went to take her blouse off one more time.

"Shane I said I'm not in the mood!" Trish pushed him off of her.

"You've been acting weird all day… is this to do with that Jeff Hardy interview?" Shane decided to press the matter further unable to get the blue haired druggie out of his head. He was beginning to grow impatient with Trish over her ex boyfriend.

"No it's nothing to do with him… what is your problem!" Trish yelled back at Shane.

"My girlfriend doesn't want to fuck me that's my problem." Shane yelled back at Trish who looked down when he raised her voice back. "I'm sick of this shit Trish you see a headline about Jeff or an interview and you go messed up for days. I'm sick of sharing you with Jeff Hardy."

"Get out my penthouse!" Trish screamed in his face. "Get out now!"

'And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same

I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry no

And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you

I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, no'

The crowd exploded as Jeff bowed and went backstage to his dressing room where R Truth was snorting a line up his nose with a few other people having a party. "You killed it as usual homie… I got the crowd warmed up for you tho"

Jeff chuckled before he took a seat on the leather sofa and made a line of his own. He took the 100 dollar bill as he rolled it up and put it in his nostril inhaling the white powder. "That's good shit man… now fuck this place let's go party…"

Jeff and R Truth made their way through the arena before getting in the blacked out limousine. While they were on the way to the club, they had a few more lines, dropped an ecstasy tablet and drank a whole lot of liquor. They were practically flying by the time they reached the club.

They went to the club straight into the VIP bit and began partying. It was a high end nightclub with half-naked dancers and strobe lights, the music was echoing through the huge space. The two friends began taking shots of girls belly buttons and their celebrity status automatically attracted women to them like a magnet.

Jeff was pretty fucked up but he was enjoying himself, until he saw a familiar face across the VIP area. At first he thought it was the drugs making him trip but when the figure began to walk over to him he knew he wasn't.

"Hey baby brother…" Matt shyly greeted his estranged brother. His girlfriend Ashley standing behind him knowing all about the brother's past.

"What the fuck you doing here?" Jeff chuckled, the room was spinning to him but he was rolling with it enjoying the high. He didn't want to fight Matt in fact he was happy to see him. Jeff hugged his brother to Matt's shock. "Long time bro"

"You're fucked…" Matt sighed.

"Yeah that's what it about brother…" Jeff laughed. "Nice to see you're over Amy."

Matt winced when he heard his ex's name come out of his brother's mouth. Matt looked at Ashley who stood beside him. "Jeff… this is Ashley… my friend"

Ashley wasn't too pleased with the introduction to her supposed boyfriends brother. They hadn't been dating long but he was still her boyfriend. They were exclusive.

"Ouch…" Jeff noticed the face on Ashley and laughed. "Guess you're not over Amy then…"

"Man fuck Amy…" Matt growled. "It's JBL's wedding… here's the invitation I don't know why he sent it me I swear sometimes the man has a sixth sense."

Matt passed Jeff the invitation that was addressed to him and just slammed it in his jacket. Jeff's pupils were huge and he looked like he didn't know what day it was.

"Look after yourself man…" Matt sighed and shook his head before taking Ashley and leaving the club.

Jeff was super fucked. Once Matt left he continued partying with R Truth and the two were having a crazy night. The club closed at 3am and they made their way to the local strip club.

Jeff paid for a private dance and sat waiting while a tanned brunette began to dance on a pole. His head was in the clouds and he could barely see straight and just as he was beginning to enjoy the dance…

"Oh my fucking god!" The brunette screamed as she was about to jump on his knee. "Jeff Hardy!"

Jeff recognized the voice and snapped back into reality for a second. "Joy Giovanni? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You can't tell anybody you seen me!" Joy threw a robe over her. "I can't believe this is happening what the fuck…"

"Wait why are you here?" Jeff still high of the drugs tried to make sense of this situation. Last time Jeff had seen Joy she was graduating from high school ready to make a name for herself in Hollywood and become the next big thing.

"Reality… That's why I'm here… I'm not like Chris Jericho, I'm not a McMahon or your precious Trish Stratus… I didn't have a name for myself before I came to LA and becoming an actress isn't as easy as it looks…" Joy sighed as she looked down at red painted toe nails.

"So you became a stripper?" Jeff scoffed.

"It's good money for people who don't have trust funds…" Joy shrugged.

"Well that's cool and all… but what about my dance?" Jeff smirked as he threw a bunch of hundreds at the nicely tanned and petite brunette in front of him.