DISCLAIMER: I do not own any wrestlers, I only own the character Kizzie.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: From this chapter onwards I won't be using song lyrics.

Chapter 4

"Why don't they just get together already?" Kizzie asked impatiently.

"I know." Jeff agreed. "Matt's been wanting to ask her out for a while but hasn't got the guts."

"Why?"

"Thinks she'll turn him down. Simple as that."

Kizzie was intrigued. "I thought he was confident when it came to girls."

"Nah," Jeff said, letting out a little giggle, "never has been, never will be."

They both looked over at the two people in question. Matt and Ashley were standing about 10 feet away from them, seemingly in their own little world.

"But it's blatantly obvious she fancies him." Kizzie said, amazed at the pair's obliviousness.

"And that he fancies her."

"I just don't understand…"

"There are a lot of things I don't understand at the minute."

His gaze hit the ground. Kizzie knew immediately what he was thinking.

"Beth?"

Jeff nodded. "Yeah."

He looked at Kizzie, and then looked back at the floor. Kizzie wanted to ask him what had happened, but thought it inappropriate.

"She said she didn't love me anymore." Said Jeff, almost as if reading her mind. "How do you fall out of love with someone?"

There was a silence as Kizzie surveyed Jeff. It felt strange. She knew Jeff should've been devastated by this. If he was, he was hiding it well. In the past, whenever Kizzie had seen a guy break up with someone they were head over heels for, she'd seen at least one tear escape their eye. With Jeff, she had seen nothing. Then again, she wasn't with him 24/7.

"I don't know." Said Kizzie finally. "I don't think you can."

"Then that means she never loved me."

"Or she's lying."

"Beth doesn't lie, not even little white ones."

More silence. Kizzie didn't know what else to say. What could she say? 'She never loved you then'? No, it was best to keep her mouth shut. She glanced back over to Ashley and Matt.

"There it is," she said, "the predictable."

Jeff followed Kizzie's stare. Sure enough, he saw his older brother making out with Kizzie's best friend.

"It's funny." He said, not sounding amused at all. "Matt starts dating someone the day after I break up with someone."

Kizzie looked back at Jeff, and for the first time saw pure misery in his face. It was a sight she never wanted to see again.

"Everything will be ok, you know that, right?" She said.

He looked down at her.

"I hope so." He gave her an encouraging smile, she gave one back.

Then there was a horrible screeching noise, and a crash, followed by a number of blood curdling screams. Both Jeff and Kizzie turned to where the noise was coming from. Jeff stood open mouthed with shock, and Kizzie froze. They were among many witnesses to a devastating car crash.

It had been a head on collision. In one car, the driver and the passenger had been knocked out cold. Which was the best way for them to be, thought Kizzie, when she saw what had happened to the other driver.

He had been thrown from his car seat, through the windshield and over the top of the other car. His twisted body lay on the ground twitching, covered in his own blood. Soon the body lay motionless, and it became obvious that he was dead. Kizzie felt physically sick. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away. Her past had come back to haunt her.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance, growing nearer until they reached the scene. Kizzie watched as paramedics checked the man for a pulse. One shook his head at the other. If she hadn't have felt paralysed, she would have thrown up on the spot. She couldn't take much more.

"Kizzie?"

At the sound of Jeff's voice, she snapped out of her trance-like state. She turned to face him, before running as fast as she could. Jeff followed, calling her name. Kizzie kept running, she needed to be alone. She thought that it was all over, that she was finally free, that she could be left to forget…

She soon found an empty alley, away from the crowds that had gathered near the incident. She leaned against the wall and broke down into tears. She slid down to the ground and Jeff found her, and sat beside her.

"Kizzie, what's going on?"

She tried to gain at least a tiny bit of control over herself. 'It wasn't my fault,' she thought to herself, 'I'm the only person who blamed myself.'

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her packet of Marlboro reds. She lit a cigarette, her hands shaking frantically. She took a drag, hoping that she would calm down. She also hoped that at any moment she would wake up, and this was all a horrible nightmare.

"Kizzie?"

She looked at him. She was still crying, black eyeliner tears staining her paler than usual skin.

"I can't tell you."

Jeff moved to kneel opposite her as she took another puff of her cigarette. He took her free hand in his and looked her in the eye.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

She kept eye contact with him, and let him hold her hand. She didn't know why, but she felt safe again. In fact, she felt safer than she had for years.

"I know." She replied after a moment or two. "But I can't tell you this."

Jeff nodded in acknowledgment. He stood up, still holding her hand.

"Come on, Matt and Ashley will be looking for us."

Kizzie stood up, although now calmer than she had been, she was still visibly shaken. She threw the rest of her cigarette away. She was beginning to get a headache, and the cigarette wasn't helping. Her and Jeff then left the alleyway, hand in hand. They didn't let go until they remembered a few moments later that they were in public, and if there was anyone with a camera around…

"Jeff! Kizzie!"

The pair spun around to find Matt and Ashley jogging towards them.

"Where have you been?" asked Ashley once she had caught up with them. "We've looked everywhere."

"We… uhm..." Jeff started, glancing at Kizzie.

"It doesn't matter." Kizzie said sharply. She didn't want to talk about it. Ashley noticed Kizzie's smudged make up.

"Kizzie, have you been crying?"

"It's a long story for a different day." Kizzie replied.

"Bro, did you see that crash?" Matt asked Jeff, his voice serious. "It…"

"We saw it." Jeff interrupted.

Matt glanced at Kizzie.

"Does that have someth-"

At that moment his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and looked to see who it was. He answered it.

"Hey Johnny, wassup?"

Ashley, Kizzie and Jeff stayed quiet, as if trying to listen in on the conversation. They had a feeling they knew what this was about.

"Congratulations man!… Tonight?… Ok, where?… Uh huh… Yeah, sure, I'm with Ashley, Jeff and Kizzie so I'll tell them… See you later."

He hung up his cell and put it back in his pocket. He turned to the group.

"Well ladies and gentleman… Hennigan finally popped the question to Melina!"

"She said yes?" asked Ashley, suddenly excited. Kizzie, despite what had happened just ten minutes earlier, couldn't stop a small smile forming on her face.

"Of course she did!" Matt said happily. "We all knew she would. They're having an engagement party tonight."

"What time?" asked Jeff.

"Seven o'clock."

Jeff looked at his watch.

"It's a quarter to four now."

"We should head back to the hotel then." Kizzie chipped in. Her three friends agreed with her, and they made their way back.

'So they're finally engaged' thought Kizzie as they walked, 'at least tonight will take my mind off what just happened.'

CHAPTER 5 PREVIEW

"Promises aren't made to be broken, but this one's lying shattered on the floor." Kizzie turned to Jeff, and it pained him to see a single tear sliding down her cheek. "How do you fall out of love?"