I woke up the next morning and looked at myself in the mirror. I cursed myself and my figure. I hated my too big of a chest, my too skinny waist, my big hips big ass, and my long legs. I than looked at my face, my overly pale blue eyes, my long hair, pouty lips, and baby face and sighed. I was about to go back to sleep when Shawn called me. "VERONICA PHONE!" I walked into Shawn's room (it's joined hotel rooms) and grabbed his cell phone. "Now I'm going back to sleep."

V: Hello?
P: Veronica dear it's Angel.
V: Hey Auntie Angel. What's new?
A: I got two pieces of bad news. One; you remember Justin?
V: He's a member like I was. Why?
A: He's here right now looking for you.
V: Put the ass whole on. I'll get rid of him.
A: Ok sweetie.
J: V baby how are you? Where are you? Come home.
V: I'm better than I've ever been none of your damn business, and hell no. The only reason I would go back is for Angel not you.
J: Come on. I know you still love me.
V: LOVE YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKING YOU DOPE HEADED BITCH?! YOU ALMOST FUCKING KILLED ME!
J: Listen. It was a mistake. Besides it's your fault, I told you to get an abortion. When you refused I did it myself.
V: I don't believe in that shit. You know it. Now GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY AUNT!
J: If you don't come back to the gang, your Aunt will be dead.
V: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER! YOU TOUCH HER; YOU'LL END UP LIKE EDDIE!
J: You don't have the guts to.
V: I DID IT ONCE BEFORE I'LL DO IT AGAIN MOTHAFUCKA! WHO DO YOU THINK STABBED EDDIE IN THE STOMACHE!
J: You did that out of self defense. Eddie attacked you and you grabbed the nearest weapon, you even said you didn't mean to. The court ruled you innocent.
V: I MAY NOT FUCKING DO IT, BUT MY DAMN BOYS SURE THE HELL WON'T HESITATE. NOW GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER! YOU LAY ONE FUCKING HAND ON HER OR ANYONE I CARE ABOUT, YOU'RE DEAD MOTHAFUCKA!

A: V you can calm down now he's gone. Now I don't want to upset you more but you're mom called. She wants to see you again and for you to come back into her life.
V: WHAT THE FUCK? THAT BITCH THREW ME OUT ON THE STREET WHEN I WAS NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD! TELL THAT BITCH TO GO FUCK HER SELF!

A: WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!
V: Sorry, I'm just so mad. Look I'm going to make a few calls. I love you Aunt Angel.
A: Love you too. Be careful. Bye.
V: Bye.

I hung up the phone and called a few of my boys and put the phone back in Shawn's room. I was still pissed off when Shawn started questioning me. "What was that?" "None of you damn business Shawn. I'm going fucking out!" "No you should talk to someone."

I turned back to him and pulled his shoulders near me, "Look you don't want to fucking mess with me right now. If you do you'll be my fucking punching bag. Now fucking move!" I pushed him down and went to the gym and started using the punching bag. An arm was put on my shoulder and I turned and punched the person a few times and went back to the bag.

About a minute later I hear a deep voice yell "WHAT THE HELL?" I turned around to see Matt run over and bend down next to his brother. Jeff looked at me and bust out yelling, "What the fuck is your problem you psycho bitch?!" I rubbed my blooded up hand on the back of my neck. "Look I'm sorry, okay." "What the fuck? You just beat the shit out of my brother and probably broke his nose and all you can say is Im sorry?"

"Yeah, okay, I cant say I regret it either. If felt better to beat the living shit out of a human being than a bag." He helped Jeff up and lunged at me grabbing my shoulders and pulled me dangerously close. "You touch Jeff or even me outside of work. Ill hurt you. Obviously all you are is a stupid bitch." "Mm thank you, I am a bitch. Now remove your fucking hands from me or I will be forced to make you match your brother."

When he didn't let go I spit into his face and walked down the hall. When Dylan Postl (Hornswoggle) tried to stop and talk with me I kicked him with the to toe of me steal toed boots in the stomach and walked away into my part of the room and cleaned my hands and gave myself stitches and Shawn walked in.

"Veronica you wanna talk about it?" "Nope." "What happened to your hands?" "Gave myself stitches." "Why?" "Busted my knuckles open on the bag. Now if youre going to give me the third degree get out. I could have stayed in Detroit for that." Shawn sighed and left me in my room in silence.

By the time it was for the next show I got there by cab and went into the girl's locker room and got ready in my normal ring gear and make-up and a half hour later was called into Vince's office. I knocked on his door and was told to come in. I was greeted with a pissed Vince, Hardy brothers, Dylan, and Shawn.

"Miss Perez, as you know this company has a zero violence tolerance policy outside of the ring. Now why did you beat Jeff to the point where he will be out of work for two weeks, spit in Matt's face, and kicked Dylan in the stomach?" "Easy, Jeff interrupted me on the punching bag when I didn't want to be interrupted, after I told Matt to let me go he didn't, and well I really have no excuse for Dylan except that I was already pissed."

I said shrugging my shoulders. "Well I should fire you but I'm suspending you for three weeks." "Fine with me, I was going to ask for time off anyway." "Why might I ask?" "I have shit to take care of in Detroit.

Seeing as I don't have to be back in three weeks, I'm going to pack and volt." "Veronica meet me in my locker room, I want to talk to you." "Fine." I went to Shawn's locker room and minutes later he came in. "You mind telling me about the random acts of violence and the phone call?"

"Like I told McMahon, and I did some bad shit growing up. If I told you, you can not tell anyone." "Fine I wont." "Alright. When I was nine, I was kicked out of my parent's house. A few weeks later a gang took me in. They taught me how to fight and everything else. By the time I was 13 I graduated high school. When I was 14, I was attacked by someone in the gang named Eddie and I stabbed and killed him out of self defense. By the age of 15 I was released from prison because the judge named it out of self defense. I started dating a man named Justin he's the same age as me and well I got pregnant at the age of 16. I was than taken in by my aunt when I was about 3 months pregnant. I was still seeing Justin and he wanted me to get an abortion. I my have been part of a gang and killed someone but I'm still Christian. I don't believe in abortion."

I paused and tears ran down my face and I took a deep breath. "One day he pulled me from my home and stabbed me in the lower abdomen and my stomach. Almost killing me, and he killed my baby. After the hospital trip, I never really relived it. I moved on with my life. The only people that know are Angel, Joe, Joey, and now you. You can't tell anyone. Now Justin is threatening Angel and I'm heading home to defend her."

I whipped my face completely off make up and all and went to my hotel, booked my ticket home, and waited till I had to leave. I made it to the hotel doors when someone grabbed me from behind and I went to go punch them but noticed it was Matt and glared at him.

"Why the hell are you so violent?" "Get the fuck off of me Hardy or I might just have to get myself fired." "Come on talk to me." "Let me GO Hardy!" "No." "Please let me go. I have a plain to catch." "Not until you tell me what's wrong." "LET GO!" I punched him hard in the gut and ran to catch my cab to the airport where I caught my plain on time and went home.

When I got in I noticed my aunt on the floor with a bullet in her chest, I was too late.