Looooooong time no see :D!!

It's time to listen from the other side of the story!!!!

(Jay's POV)

"Don't you fuckin' touch me!" I frowned, taking his hand away from my face.

Meeting with the horrifying stare, I winced. I tried to step back gaining just a little distance from him. He didn't allow me though, after all aggressively pinned me against the wall then had me in his hold completely. Maybe the shaky glare of mine caught his attention, making the whole situation even more amusing. Jake smirked, with an icy smile on his lips.

Now I'm damn sure I made the terrible mistake of a lifetime getting on with him in the first place.

"You don't really get it, do you? We're meant to be together, Jason? It's not FAIR you just end our romance one-sidedly." Making my skin crawl, he lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

Feeling helpless like a captured prey before the enemy, I hated I couldn't budge an inch. I doubted he would mind the fact for taking a further step right in the spot that we were still inside the arena also somebody might walk in on us at any moment. All I could do was just nervously looking at the door which was unlocked over the younger man's shoulder.

"Better not put hopes upon others. They're all busy dealing their own businesses."

He was probably right. Tonight's Smackdown was still being in the make out there. I could actually hear the roar of the crowd from here. Right at the moment some wrestlers might be preparing themselves for the show, and the others who had had their matches tonight would have headed to the hotel already. Just after taping my match, also, I was going to. As a matter of fact, I was in real haste to get off. I didn't want to stay another second in the same building with this control freak. But this time he was faster standing in my way in front of the locker room, waiting me. He said we needed to talk over things, although I knew it wasn't going to end that well.

Since a few more times after the very first night, Jake has become the worst kind of nightmare. He acted ridiculously obsessed, possessive, even violent; Once he threw everything grabbed by his hands, then he broke his locker with the fist in a rage then yelled -more accurately cursed- at me, yet he hasn't hit me at least by now. Of course I could have fought back against him anytime, I chose not to. I didn't wanna cause any trouble in the company, and I had to admit some part of my pathetic original nature always ending up with those pretty fucked-up relationships. Honestly, I'm quite used to the worst. I guess, maybe I was born to deserve no one better than them.

"Please, we don't need all this now. Jake." I pleaded.

Only with the vague smile on his face, he leaned in then pressed a soft kiss on my lips. Because I thought he would do the least courtesy for me letting it go, I relieved for a second. Shortly I screamed a sharp agony inside of his mouth, tasting my own blood shed from my lower lip. It also trickled down my face with tears. Jake merely snorted pushing my trembling body harder back against the wall. He pulled me into a deeper kiss putting his hand on the back of my neck. When I gasped for breath like for the first time in my life, his hot lips roamed down to my neck biting it remorselessly. I let out suppressed groans with my eyes shut, clenching my teeth in barely endurable pain. Literally, what Jake was doing was nothing but torture.

"Plea...se....Jake.." I begged, with my voice soaked with whimper.

Jake started to gently lick the hurt, as if he wanted to show me he was regretting it. Even though, I knew damn well he wasn't feeling remorse for anything at all.

Feeling the sudden cool air in the room, I opened my eyes. Finding the sight of Chris standing beside the doorway with his eyes wide open filled with stormy anger, my heart just dropped down to the floor. Before I came up with anything in my mind, he jumped onto Jake grabbing his throat nearly choking him to death. Even the much bigger, younger man didn't have time to counter, he just coughed his lung out struggling to free himself.

"You fuckass! Stay the hell away from Jay, get it?" Chris growled a deep roar. Jake just nodded with a pale complexion. As soon as he let go of the younger blond, he ran out of the room without looking back. I stood wordlessly like stupid, just staring at my seem-to-be savior regaining his cool. Though his face was still little reddened and the breath was rough. I had never seen Chris like it before, exploding.

Our eyes met. "You alright?" His sight went down from my swaollen lips to the bleeding neck. Biting his lower lip, he closed his fist as hard as he dig his fingernails down onto the palm. I could say nothing, only escaping his intense gaze. I startled a little when his fingers warmingly brushed my lips.

"I was in control of him, Chris. I could handle it by myself."

Bull shit. I didn't really care whatever he would do to me. It didn't really matter. It has always worked that way.

"I know you could. Sorry." he replied.

I hate it. I didn't say it to hear his apology. He looks more hurt even than me. It's only confusing. I can't stand this.

"Then you should have let me be." I raised my eyes, met up with his hypnotizing teal blue eyes looking through mine.

Why always do I have to be a pissy ass? Why not just say thanks to him?

"But he was hurting you, Jay. God, I saw you crying. I saw the swollen lips, your neck bleeding. I could stand anything other than it........I care for you, Jay." Chris shook his head in trouble.

Why are you feeling upset for me, Chris? Why you just can't be like any others?

"I'm not weak or fragile. You're being so overprotective and it's because you're feeling guilty about me. The idea of physically taking advantage of my body is apparently bugging you right now. You don't need to. 'Cuz I'm doing exactly the same to you, using you." I raised my tone a bit.

Yes face it, Chris. You're fooling yourself to think you actually care about me, like you do to your real loved ones. I'm not worth it.

"I've never...! Jay, I've never thought it the way. What I'm feelin' for you is not only about sex. I'm just concerned that...."

"So, I'm supposed to be only YOUR bitch now?" A shadow of disappointment and frustration passed over his face. I don't know, something made me couldn't stand seeing his look of hurt any longer. I closed my eyes avoiding everything unbearable.

I shouldn't have chosen Chris as my last trick for HIM.

But it was too late to take all the things back. To say it again, I have to admit some part of my pathetic nature always ending up with these pretty fucked-up relationships. I'm a helplessly self-destructive freak.

(continues)

Now it's ONLY going to be a hardcore angst; Don't hate me T_T

I don't want them to be suffered, either; (Or ju...just some part of me does)

It's evil muses in my head, I guess. Obviously they don't like the fact I'm pairing Jay with Chris, not with them :(