Hey guys, sorry for taking so damn long to update. I'm getting ready for graduation, and recieved a few acceptance letters XD Anywhoo, I haven't gotten a chance to write :( Sucks, I know, but now I've made some time. It's 11:30 P.M. here and hopefully my imagination did well. I thought this up while I was at work, and I hope you guys like it! :)

Mickie let out a soft sigh as she heard AJ shuffling with his clothing. She knew he was going out with his friends, so she said nothing. She wanted nothing to do with him at this point. He'd beaten her personality out of her. Mickie was known to be spunky and bubbly. She was even known as a bit of a prankster back in her WWE days, but now, she as just this brunette girl, who has no clue who she is anymore. Just existing, wondering what was her purpose in life. Why was she even here? Why was she working for a profession she lost the love for? All because of one person…..when she was younger, she always said she was going to marry a man that loved her and wanted to do anything to make has happy. A man to love, honor, and protects her from harm. AJ did none of those things…he insulted, ridiculed, and put her in harm's way. The brunette began shivering, and soon AJ left the room. She wasn't shaking out of ear, but because AJ had the air conditioner on full blast. Mickie kicked the covers off of her and walked over to the AC by the window.

When she got the temperature she wanted, she got back into bed. Mickie was about to cry again, when her cell phone rang. Without looking at the caller ID, she picked up the phone and answered. "Hello?" she said, trying to sound cheerful. "Hey Mick, I need to talk to you." a feminine voice said on the other end. It was Christy Hemme, another good friend of Mickie's.

"Hey, what's up?" the brunette asked, concern coming over her when she heard her longtime friend sigh. "Okay look, I know you know that I don't like your husband, but you gotta believe me when I tell you this." The other woman said. Mickie's heart began to pound.

Christy found out, she knew he did...and Christy, and her boyfriend Alex Shelley, were the type that defended their friends, especially if Mickie were one of them…. The brunette bit her bottom lip, unable to speak for the moment.

"Mickie, you still there?" Christy asked, breaking Mickie out of her reverie. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, what is it that you had to say?" she asked. "I'm in the hotel cafe, and I can see AJ right now...and he's kissing Gail." Christy said.

Mickie blinked as she took in what the redhead had just told her.

"What?" she asked, shaking her head. The other woman sighed on the other end of the phone. "He's kissing Gail Kim. Right now. Alex and I are both looking at them." Christy said with a soft sigh. Mickie also sighed, placing her head in her hands.

"I'm coming." she said.

With that, the brunette kicked the covers off and slipped on her sweatpants and t-shirt. Mickie grabbed her key and walked out of the room. She was halfway down the hall, when Jeff came out of the elevator, a slice of pizza in his hand. Mickie froze in her tracks as he smiled at her.

"Hey lady." he greeted. Mickie said nothing, looking at him for a beat before feeling like crying again. "What's wrong?" he asked, biting his pizza.

Mickie shook her head, attempting to walk past him. Jeff stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him. "You don't normally walk away from me without a hug." Jeff said. Despite the hurt she was feeling, Mickie managed to smile and hugged Jeff.

"Where are you going anyway?" Jeff asked as he pulled away from their hug. "Christy and Alex told me they saw AJ in the lobby." Mickie said. "Oh, okay. He drunk or something?" Jeff asked. Mickie nodded, noting that was a half true, half lie.

"Yeah, I guess he is. As always." Mickie said with a chuckle. Jeff nodded, looking at Mickie as if he were reading her mind. "Well, I'm gonna get going." she said, beginning to walk away. "'Kay, bye baby." Jeff said, giving her another hug.

"Bye Jeff, see you later." she said.

With that, Mickie walked into the elevator.

…...

Mickie walked into the lobby and couldn't believe her eyes. There AJ was, standing on the bar, a few feet away from Christy Hemme and Alex Shelley. A few other wrestlers were present as well, all watching, a few were shaking their heads in disbelief while others videotaped it with their touchscreen phones. This was beyond embarrassing….. He was singing Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money. "Oh God." Mickie said as she walked towards the drunken man.

Apologizing, she stood on a bar stool and grabbed AJ's arm. He looked at her and smiled. "Hey babe." he greeted, his voice slurred to the max. "I'm sorry everyone, I'll only be a second." Mickie said. Christy and Alex watched in sorrow. They both felt bad for Mickie, married to a drunk, wannabe. In their eyes, Mickie deserved better. Much, much better. Oh how little did the Knockouts and superstars know….

Christy looked at Alex, through watery eyes, at what her friend was going through. This was just unfair on her. Mickie managed to get AJ down, without either of them falling. "Come on AJ, let's go." Mickie said. "No, I wanna stay and sing." The brunette drunk said, pointing to the bar. "No, let's go before you get in trouble." Mickie said.

"Dammit Mickie, I said no!" he yelled.

Mickie placed her hands on her hips, a look on her pretty face. "You know what? Fine, but when you get arrested, don't call me because I won't bail you out." Mickie said. "I don't care! Go back in the room and lay down." Her husband yelled at her. "Whatever have it your way." she said, walking away.

"Make sure you take the stairs, you could drop a few pounds that way!"

Christy, and everyone in the bar, gasped and her hand flew up to her mouth as Alex frowned. "That was a very dick-like thing to say asshole." Alex said. "Shut up pretty boy. Why don't you and that pretty little girlfriend of yours stay out of this?" AJ challenged, barely able to stand on his feet. Alex started to walk towards AJ, but Christy grabbed his arm, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please don't…..Mickie already left, let's just go. Don't stoop to his level." Christy said. Her boyfriend looked at her before taking her advice and grabbing her hand, walking down the hall to him and the redhead's room.

…...

Mickie slammed the door to her and AJ's room. Tears rapidly ran down her face. AJ knew for a fact that she always had self-conscious issues with her weight and how she looked. She couldn't believe he had said that to her. A soft knock came to the door.

"Mickie, honey? It's Velvet, open the door."

Mickie cursed herself for slamming the door. Velvet and Chris' room was right next door, and Mickie had forgotten for a second. Mickie stood up and walked to the door. Not even wiping her eyes, or face. She opened the door. Velvet stood there in red shorts and a black tank top. Her dirty blonde hair mussed from sleep. Mickie figured she had woken her up.

"What's the matter, why are you crying?" Velvet asked with a confused look on her face. When Mickie didn't answer, she folded her arms, a sign of that she wouldn't leave until Mickie talked to her. "What is it Mickie? Come on, tell me." Velvet said a serious look on her pretty face. Mickie just broke down and sobbed, shaking her head. This was so sudden; her blonde friend was actually stunned. Sure, she had seen Mickie cry before, but not before she had the chance to even say anything…. Velvet sighed, grabbing Mickie's hand. "Come on, you're staying with Chris and I tonight." she said.

Mickie didn't protest, and went along with Velvet.

…

Once inside, Velvet had managed to get Mickie to calm down and relax. Chris had gone to grab some food since he hadn't slept yet, while Mickie and Velvet talked. "Mickie, you have a match tomorrow night, shouldn't you be asleep?" the blonde asked as she sat beside the short brunette. Mickie shrugged, not responding. The brunette hadn't said a word since breaking down in front of Velvet. To be honest, Velvet as getting frustrated by her friend's silence, but she kept her composure for Mickie's sake. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking Mickie in the eyes. Her chocolate orbs searching the others as she waited for an answer. Mickie looked at Velvet and sighed. "It's Aj…." She said, and then hesitated.

Velvet raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows and crossed her arms. Something wasn't adding up here….and Velvet was determined to find out. But, she didn't want to rush it, that would mess things up. So, she was going to take her time, and allow Mickie to open up to her whenever she was ready. Hopefully, the little brunette would before it would be too late. The blonde couldn't jump to conclusions just yet, but she just had a feeling….a gut feeling that something was very wrong in Mickie and AJ's marriage. Slowly but surely, the blonde blinked and carefully replied.

"What," she started, "what about AJ?"

Mickie sighed and then proceeded to break down again.

Little did they know, Jeff Hardy was standing outside the door, also waiting for an answer. The more he stood there, the angrier he got. He knew something was up with Mickie earlier...he wondered if his theory was right after all. Was AJ hitting Mickie? His sweet, precious Mickie? Jeff was such great friends with the brunette, therefore he would grow protective over her when it comes to anybody. That included AJ himself. Husband or not. Jeff didn't listen anymore, hearing Mickie cry was enough to set him off. The younger Hardy stormed down the hallway, searching for the so-called Phenomenal one...

Okay, there you have it! Things are starting to come out! Will Mickie open up to Velvet and tell everything? What is our Jeffy up to? Oh, and I want you guys' opinion on something, this is a bit odd, but hear me out? What do you guys think of Jeff/Layla? Leave me your opinion in a review for me! I really want to know! XD Thanks to: LilMissPunKprincess and KatieWoo for the reviews, you guys are awesome! Oh and would you guys mind spreading the word if there are any Jeckie fans out there? *bats eyelashes*