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AustinHardy I'm really sorry about that. It's my fault for just not taking the time to type this up. It does. I never wanted to see anything like that with Jeff. I'm glad you like it though. Yes they are good guys. I hope this was a quick update.

Alethea293 I'm glad then. It's ok. We all say stuff that's a little weird to write. It'll all come out soon!

Magz86 thanks. Of course Matt's gonna look for Jeff. Who wouldn't go looking for Jeff? Lol

.xx I'm glad. Yep sure are (sadly….) I'm sure all of us know about it now. Which is also a sad thing… I miss him too love.

Sunligh584 I'm glad you like it. I hope this was a quick update!

XwidowmakerX thank you very much.

Redsandman99 Yes he could…

NeroAnne so would. At least not until they can find him. Yep. Poor Marky. He does a lot. Your brother sounds hilarious. My brother does that stuff all the time when I'm just thinking out loud and sometimes it really does make sense. He also had a point though but I think Beth would've really attacked Amy over Jeff. Lol. I do too. The media crucified him. This is how I look at it. With everything Jeff goes through each week, he's 32 now, he's not exactly a spring chicken and his body isn't as strong as it used to be. He jumps off ladders 60 foot tall, swantons people that move and he ends up hurting his back. (Like I think it was wrestlemania and he did a leap frog over a 60 foot ladder and landed on his bum.) I would want some serious drugs too if I had all the medical issues he has that he took time off to take care of and RLS. I don't blame the man for having them. Now I don't believe that he would sell them or anything. I don't believe a word of that bullcrap. But then again I'm on a tirade. Sorry.

Seraphalexiel I agree. Exactly. Don't worry, Jeff isn't as bad off as he could be.

Before I forget: Ron=R-Truth Paul=Big Show Also I know that Kelly and Alicia actually have different names but just like Rey in Broken Home I can't call them by their real names because it sounds funny. Like Kelly Kelly's real name is Barbra. I also didn't know that about Alicia until after I started writing this and I'm just too lazy to fix it. (Her real name is Victoria.)

Shallow Sleep

"Whatthefuckisthis?" a woman's voice squeaked. "Dammit Dolph, why do you bring me these kids? No one wants little boys covered in tattoos. Look at this honey, his whole right arm is covered in it." He sighed, her footsteps coming closer to Jeff's limp body.

Jeff groaned, his head killing him from the woman's voice. 'Where am I?' he mentally asked, cracking an eye open. He couldn't see anything past that dark black robe in front of him.

The tall dark woman squatted down and stroked the boys face. He was actually very lovely. "What's your name sweetie?" she asked, cupping his chin and looking into his gem like eyes. Those eyes could make her money. He really did have a lovely face, pale with those bright eyes.

"Jeff…" he murmured, throat dry and head aching. God he would kill for some of his pills back home. Maybe someone would have some good drugs to knock him out until the pain resided. "Yours?"

The woman gave a sweet smile, looking over his skinny frame with sympathy. "Call me Mama Melina love. You ever work as a prostitute?" she asked, completely open to this new boy about what was happening. She wasn't one to hide things and she wasn't going to lie. If he had, he could become a very nice asset to her in the future.

"Yes…"

"Are you good?"

"So, I've been told," Jeff whispered, a little cocky. He covered his eyes once she moved, the light hurting his eyes. "Where is this?"

The woman took another look over Jeff, seeing he was almost nothing but skin and bones. She was unable to ignore the track mark in his arms and she started to feel bad for him. "Don't worry dear, just rest for now. We can talk about it later," Melina said, brushing some blue hair out of his face before turning away to a tall raven-haired woman. "Gail baby, go get John and tell him to fix up the room next to his for our newest guest."

The woman nodded, running off quietly. She was only gone for a moment before she returned with a tall ebony man.

Jeff assumed this chocolaty man was John. He cracked open his eyes, making out just a little of both of their faces. Gail's was ivory, with lovely dark eyes, just slightly pink cheeks that made her look like she had a small amount of blush on. And the other man, his face was dark with little silver studs littering his face. One was in the middle of his lower lip, two in his left eyebrow and two in each ear. Jeff thought he looked hot.

"Papa is out," Gail said, taking Jeff's arm and draping it over her shoulders gently. She held her breath, Jeff smelling terrible.

Melina nodded. "Take him up."

Jeff felt himself being lifted, the chocolate man holding him like he were a bride crossing the threshold. He could feel Gail's hands smoothing his hair. "Who… are you?" he asked, sure that his breath reeked just as much as his body. After all when you lived on the streets you were happy enough to get money for food and drugs, pleasures like a toothbrush and toothpaste were something that just weren't thought of. Even if you did get them most of the time there was nowhere to brush them, or there was no reason to, the water was too dirty to even drink.

Gail looked up at the other man. "My name is Gail and this is Ron. He'll be in the room next to yours. I'll be over in the next wing. We'll take care of you. John and Ron are great," she explained, moving to open the door to his room. "Be easy with him Ron. He looks so frail."

Melina watched from the bottom of the stairs, eyes soft on the boy. She reminded him of so many that came that needed help, wanted help to over come some kind of pain. He sighed, turning back to the blond. "Now Nicky," she growled, all gentleness leaving her. "Every fucking time you bring me these drug addicted prostitutes. This one's on smack. Why do I even bother with you? Get out Nicky until you can find a pretty one, that's not on drugs!" She slapped the man across the face, leaving a dark red handprint on his right cheek. She shoved him towards the door, temper flaring at the incompetent man. She slammed the door, leaning against it. "Useless man, that's why I get my own girls and Paul gets out boys."

Jeff groaned in pleasure as a needle gently pierced the skin of his inner elbow. "Heroin?" he questioned, looking down. He sighed when he saw it led into and IV bag that was hanging from a bent wire hanger that was attached somehow around the tip of his bedpost. He blinked, trying to imagine that it was one of his favorite drugs. He just wanted to pain to go away.

"Around here that are no drugs love, just sex but if we're lucky sometimes the boys give us some," a female voice came. It was high pitched and soft with mischief.

Jeff looked around him. Gail was sitting next to hi, working on his IV while Ron was wiping his face with a cool damp cloth. It wanted to sigh in pleasure, that cloth felt great against his hot skin. Three other women were at the end of the bed and two men were standing just inside the door. "Who are you people?" he weakly asked, looking over the blond, brunette and caramel woman, then at the young brunette male and the older brunette with shoulder length hair.

Gail smiled, resting her hands on Jeff's. She pointed to the blond. "This is Kelly." She pointed to the brunette. "That's Layla." The caramel woman was next. "That's Alicia." She moved over to the men. "That baby is Cody and the other is John, he's the one we were talking about in the foyer," she said, hoping to make Jeff feel more at ease with his surroundings and all the people around him. She only hoped that no one started to be rude while he was getting settled.

"He's not as pretty as us and he sure isn't as hot as Randy," Layla said, nudging Alicia with her elbow. "Let's go, Randy was left alone with Amy. Who knows what she'll try doing to him if we don't get back soon."

Alicia nodded, sneering at Jeff and turning up her nose at him. "He's ugly," she said, following behind the other woman obediently.

Jeff merely chuckled. "Stuck up bitches in a whore house huh?" he questioned, feeling better than he had in years. This stuff he was hooked up to must be better than his normal drugs. He knew in the morning though the withdrawal would start and he'd be a real bitch from the pain, but at the moment he felt like he was home with Matt again. It felt great.

Cody smiled, coming closer. "Did Dolph get you too?" he asked, earning a good hard smack on the back of his head from John and a death glare from Kelly. "What?" He didn't know what he said that was so bad. He looked at the two before looking back at Jeff and hanging his head a little. "I'm sorry."

Jeff gave a small laugh, shocking everyone. He looked at the young boy and nodded. "Yeah he got me, fucked the hell outta me then hit me. That fucker wasn't even that good either," he said, watching Cody's eyes light up. "Get you too?" This kid reminded him of someone.

"Me and Randy," he said sitting on the bed and scooting closer to Jeff. This new stranger made him feel at ease, something he never normally felt when he was there. "What's your name?"

"Jeff," he yawned, looking over the innocent eyes. He was reminded suddenly of how he used to be with Matt. How innocent he was back then. How much Matt protected him. It brought tears to his eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to force them away.

Gail, once finished taping down the needle and getting the IV drip right, saw the tears and quickly said their work would start soon and they needed to get ready for it. He looked at Ron, smiling as he stayed, moving to sit on the other side of Jeff's bed. "Take care of him. He may be what we need," she whispered, closing the door. She hoped Jeff was what they needed.

"Matty…" Jeff whimpered, taking Ron's hand in his and letting the tears go. He rested in head in Ron's lap, his other hand wiping at his eyes every few minutes. He cried hard for only a few moments before it died down into silent tears.

"A lover?" Ron asked, stroking the soft hair. He easily began to hum to the distraught young man. It was soft and light but not terribly up beat. It fit the mood they had in the room, and hopefully if John was right about his voice opening up people, Jeff would open up to him.

"B-brother," he murmured, the stress of built up anguish and tears starting to take over and cause fatigue. He closed his heavy eyes and drifted into a dreamless slumber. It felt like only minutes later he was being woken by a small body crawling into his bed. He snapped awake, throwing the covers off of him and quickly pulling the string to the bedside lamp.

The light completely filled the room. Jeff then noticed it was only the boy from before, Cody that had crawled into his bed with him. When he looked closer Cody was nursing a fat lip and heavily bruised left cheek. "Cody?" he asked, reaching out and pulling Cody into his chest. "What happened to you?"

Cody looked up at Jeff, tears sparkling in his ice blue eyes. "H-he wants me, every night but it hurts so much and… and… if he… doesn't like it… he hits me so hard…" he sobbed, the tears flowing free as clung to Jeff's chest like a lost child to his mother. "I wasn't… good enough… tonight…" He tried to stop the tears by holding his breath for a moment, but failed to do so.

Jeff held Cody close to him, other bruises starting to show on the tanned skin. He could see the large handprints on Cody's long back and on his narrow hips. He hushed the younger man and stroked his short brown hair. "Why haven't you told someone?" he questioned softly, trying to sound like Matt used to when he was upset. "Melina sounds nice, she could stop it."

"What if she gets angry Jeff?" She'll throw me out if I complain too much. I don't have anywhere to go…" he paused, the tears seemingly starting to ease before they suddenly started falling harder and faster but minutely quieter.

"Hush now, we'll take care of it. Don't worry Cody. I'll talk to you, not like I have anything to lose," he whispered, cupping Cody's chin to look up at him to see that he wasn't lying. He smiled, pulling the covers over them. He felt Cody nuzzle into him like a kitten and he began to wonder about the youth and how old he really was. "How old are you?"

Cody looked up, pulling his face away from Jeff's chest. "What?" he asked, completely thrown off by the question. "Why?"

"You look like a baby still. I've seen kids like you on the streets, trying to sell but end up getting robbed, killed, or raped because they are so young and naïve. I just wanted to know really," he said, scooting up to lean against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the other around Cody's shoulders.

Cody muttered something under his breath, cheeks starting to flare with color. He buried his head deeper into Jeff's chest.

Jeff tried to mull over the mumbled words, hoping his old habits of eavesdropping on Matt and his telephone conversations hadn't died. After a moment he decided that they had. "What was that?" he asked, finally giving up on trying to make the words out.

"Seventeen," Cody said, pulling away from Jeff completely. He was ashamed at how old he was working there. "I've been here for over a year. Mama Melina takes good care of me."

Jeff wasn't surprised. "I understand. I've been on the streets for almost ten years," he said, surprised that it was so easy to talk about leaving and the last ten years he'd spent more or less alone.

"But you're so pretty Jeff, why would you be out there?" Cody asked, astounded by Jeff's confession. "You should have a wife and kids or something. You don't look that old."

"I'm twenty-five, twenty-six next month. I… uh… I don't really like talking about why I'm out there." He was silent, thinking of home, his dad, Matt. "I ran away when I was fifteen. I really haven't had contact with my family since then. I'm sure Dad and Matt have moved on. I'm pretty sure they've already forgotten about me, but I met Shannon. He's my roommate and best friend. He's really sweet and extremely mouthy. He's the one who helped me when I got here." He took a deep breath, looking down at the younger man.

Cody looked up expectantly, hoping for more from Jeff. He was silent as Jeff looked away.

"He taught me about sex and drugs and soon we were best friends. We do everything together." He closed his eyes, he couldn't look at Cody when he opened them and looked down at the covers over their laps. He was ashamed of what he was telling Cody, but he couldn't help telling him. For once it felt nice to have someone listen to him. "He was my real 'first'. I hadn't had sex before I ran away and rape on the street is no way a first time. We were so blowed but it felt good and after that we've been inseparable," he explained, looking down into Cody's eyes after a moment of silence. "You should go back. I don't want you to get in trouble." He really didn't want Cody to get into trouble but he also needed some time after everything he'd admitted.

Cody nodded, mulling over everything Jeff had told him. He leaned in and kissed Jeff on the cheek. One question was burning at him and he wanted to ask. "Who's Matt?" he finally asked, getting the courage to speak up ad he got out of the bed. "Is he someone special?"

Jeff bit his lower lip, nodding. Yeah, Matt was someone very special. It hurt to hear Matt's name from someone else's mouth. He forced himself to smile through the pain that was inside his chest. "Yeah…"

Cody could feel that he'd some how upset Jeff. He started to fidget his fingers. "Night Jeff," he whispered, hoping that he hadn't hurt Jeff terribly with whatever he'd said.

"Night," Jeff murmured back, sitting up completely as Cody left without another word. He pulled his knees to his chest and bit down on his lower lip again. He wanted to keep quiet in this new place. The tears were inevitable though. Everyday he relieved running away, why he did it, how much it hurt his family. "Oh Matty." He sighed, silent tears cooling on his burning cheeks. "What have I done? What am I even doing?"

The tears stung his eyes and his lungs burned from taking in so much air. He laid back, pulling the blankets over him. He reached out for the light and turned it off. In the night all he could hear was his heartbeat that was steadily filling the silent room.

"Do you still love me Matt? Would you like to see me? Would you accept me? Would you hate what I've become? I've wanted to come home to you but… but I'm too ashamed to now. I'm just a common whore now Matt. I'm so worthless…" he whispered, finally easing into sleep.

His dreams were filled with nothing but Matt. All the time they spent together. What Matt looked liked, if he had kids, his wife.

Jeff was restless throughout the night, tossing and turning, the withdrawal starting to take him over. He cried out, sweat starting to pour down his face, tears following making his mattress underneath him damp. "Matty!" he called, reaching into the darkness for nothing in his sleep.

Next door, Ron held his sleeping patron of the night. He'd heard Jeff's cry and he knew it had started. "It'll get better Jeff, I promise," he whispered, looking towards the ceiling for hope that Jeff got through the night because he knew they second night would be the hardest.

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(A/N): So this is chapter 4. I know that I couldn't tell a lot in the last chapter when I replied to your reviews because it was a different kind of chapter but I hope this helps out a little now that we're back to Jeff. So yeah when I said Paul it meant the Big Show. That's one strange couple but it works and I like it. I hope that you guys liked this chapter and all the introductions of all the other characters. Don't worry either, Shannon will come back sometime later. Song title is Shallow Sleep by Hyde. (A very hot and very talented Japanese rock artist. If you get a chance you should look him up.)

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