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Chapter 7
Kizzie drained the rest of the whiskey from the Jack Daniels bottle and slammed it on the floor. She wished she had another bottle; she just wanted to drink everything away, use alcohol to make everything better. But she didn't have another bottle, and there was no way she was leaving her hotel room tonight. She knew that if she went down to the bar, Jeff would be there, and he was the last person she wanted to see. She didn't care less if she never saw him again. Not after what he did.
'But remember what happened when you thought like that last time…'
Yes, she had sex with Jeff the night before. She wasn't going to deny it, it had felt so right at the time. But she couldn't have been more wrong…
4 hours earlier…
Kizzie was walking back to the women's locker room with Ashley. She had just competed in a match against Melina, which she lost, as planned. She wasn't all that bothered, she had won her last three matches against Melina. They were just generally discussing how the match went, when Kizzie spotted Jeff's blue hair instantly as they turned the corner of the corridor. He was heading into his locker room.
"Hey, you guys go ahead, I'll catch up later." She said, making sure not to tell them where she was going.
"Ok, if we're not in the locker room we'll be in the parking lot." Ashley replied, before the three divas made their way through the corridor. Once they were gone, Kizzie knocked on Jeff's door. He answered almost straight away.
"Kizzie, hey." He said, shifting uncomfortably. His reaction made Kizzie feel awkward.
"Hey." There was a brief silence. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, yeah sure." Jeff stepped aside to let Kizzie in and closed the door after her.
"Erm… we need to talk…" She started. "Last night…"
"Yeah I was thinking the same thing." He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit. They were unable to meet each other's eyes. "I mean… it was good and everything…"
"Yeah," Kizzie said, nodding in agreement and letting out a nervous laugh.
"But we were drunk… and… to be quite honest… I think it was just a rebound thing."
Kizzie's face fell. This wasn't what she had been hoping to hear… she was thinking that maybe he wanted to take their one night stand further. But if she was hearing rightly, it was a rebound thing?
"What?" Kizzie asked simply. Jeff detected that she wasn't impressed.
"Well, it's just that…"
"What do you mean a 'rebound thing'?"
"Well, a rebound thing, you know…"
"I know what a rebound thing is, Jeff."
There was an awkward silence.
"Kizzie…"
"You weren't there this morning when I woke up, I've only seen you tonight by chance, on the plane on the way over here you either had your headphones in or were deep in conversation with your brother. You've been avoiding me… because it was a rebound thing." Kizzie looked him in the eye. "You used me."
"No, I didn't, I…"
"You lied to me." She said, anger making it's presence well known in her voice.
"No, I…" He never got to finish his defence.
"Save the shit Jeff!" Kizzie shouted, tears forming in her eyes. She held them back; she didn't want him to see her cry. "You lied, and you used me, and you're just like all the other bastards out there!" She stormed off, not wanting to be around him much longer. When she had got back to the locker room, she made sure no one was around before bursting into tears. He was just like every other guy she had known.
So now here she was, sat in her hotel room alone with nothing but an empty bottle of Jack. She looked at it, and seeing her tear-stained face in the reflection, threw it as hard as she could to the opposite side of the room. She watched it smash against the wall before burying her head into her knees. She had turned down all the offers of going to the bar, blaming tiredness. She'd even told Ashley the same excuse, being too ashamed to tell her the real reason. The reason being that she didn't want to see Jeff Hardy, because she had let him use her. That she had made the same mistake twice. Jeff had sweet-talked her into bed, and cruelly used her as a replacement for Beth. He had manipulated her, as a 'rebound thing'. He was just as bad as Mike.
'No, don't think about Mike, not again…'
She started crying harder than she had in a long time. She had so many things swirling around in her mind, everything confused her. Surely it couldn't all be Jeff's fault? No, it couldn't, she could only blame herself. If she hadn't have let herself be manipulated, if she'd have listened to the part of her that told her to push Jeff away. But no, she had fallen for the same thing twice…
She looked up at the ceiling. Everything that Jeff said… that she was pretty, that she was attractive, that he wanted her from the moment they met… it was all a lie. She should've known really… she had never been pretty, or attractive at all. She was also just as much as a fool now than she had been five years ago.
Suddenly, a gleam of light caught her eye. She looked over to where the whiskey bottle had smashed, and some of the pieces of glass shining in the moonlight. It looked so pretty. The tears still falling from her eyes she crawled over to the glass and picked up a shard. It was so sharp, yet so pretty. She was so angry with herself. But she couldn't possibly… could she? No, she was past all that, she gave that up a long time ago… but one last time was very tempting…
'No, it's wrong! Remember the trouble you got into last time?'
She kept staring at the glass, admiring its 'beauty'.
'Derek doesn't want you… Jeff doesn't want you… it's been five years, and it was all your fault…'
She made her decision, and gave into temptation for the second time in 24 hours…
Jeff sat on his bed, cell phone in hand, debating. Just one call and he could forget everything. He could make it go away, if only for a while. He felt awful. He had never been so angry with himself. He had tried to talk with Kizzie, but everything he wanted to say came out wrong, and she had misunderstood it completely… he just wanted to turn back time and make everything right…
4 hours earlier…
Jeff entered his locker room slightly disappointed. He'd been looking for Kizzie, but she was nowhere to be seen. He had convinced himself that she was probably in a match and that he should get ready for his. He was just about to change his shirt when he heard a knock at the door. There was only one person he thought it could be, and ran to answer it…
"Kizzie, hey." He said, looking down at Kizzie. She looked uncomfortable, making him feel awkward.
"Hey." She replied. There was a brief silence. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, yeah sure." Jeff stepped aside to let Kizzie in and closed the door after her.
"Erm… we need to talk…" She started. "Last night…"
"Yeah I was thinking the same thing." He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit. They were unable to meet each other's eyes. "I mean… it was good and everything…"
"Yeah," Kizzie said. He found it odd that she let out a little laugh.
"But we were drunk… and… to be quite honest… I think it was just a rebound thing."
He saw Kizzie's face fall. This wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Surely she had been expecting this? He knew that the night didn't mean the same thing to Kizzie as it did to him. He genuinely wanted her… she was just looking for comfort after her split from Derek.
"What?" Kizzie asked simply. Jeff detected that she wasn't impressed.
"Well, it's just that…"
"What do you mean a 'rebound thing'?"
"Well, a rebound thing, you know…"
"I know what a rebound thing is, Jeff."
There was an awkward silence. He suddenly clicked on that she had taken it the wrong way. He started to explain what he actually meant.
"Kizzie…"
"You weren't there this morning when I woke up, I've only seen you tonight by chance, on the plane on the way over here you either had your headphones in or were deep in conversation with your brother. You've been avoiding me… because it was a rebound thing."
'That's only a half truth.' Thought Jeff. 'Yeah I wasn't there when you woke, but did you know it was coz I hadn't packed yet and that I kissed you on the forehead before I left? And I didn't want to talk to you on the plane for lack of privacy? I haven't been avoiding you, and I'm not the one on the rebound, last night I got over Beth…' He was about to translate his thoughts into words when Kizzie looked him in the eye.
"You used me."
Jeff was hurt. Yeah, he'd done a lot of stupid things in the past, but he would never ever use a girl like a sex toy. He would never show that kind of disrespect.
"No, I didn't, I…"
"You lied to me." She said, anger making it's presence well known in her voice.
"No, I…" He never got to finish his defence.
"Save the shit Jeff!" Kizzie shouted, tears forming in her eyes. She held them back; she didn't want him to see her cry. "You lied, and you used me, and you're just like all the other bastards out there!" She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Jeff sat down, his head in his hands. The conversation had not gone the way he wanted at all. He wouldn't have been surprised if Kizzie never wanted to see him again, judging by her reaction. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he continued getting ready for his match.
The sound of glass smashing upstairs distracted him from his thoughts. He looked back at his cell phone.
"I really fucked up this time." He said aloud to himself.
'But just one call to Benny, and I could be fucked up myself, just for a while…'
Benny was his old drug dealer. He had associates all over the United States, all Jeff had to do was tell him where he was, and Benny would ring someone to get it to him. What would he ask for though? Weed?
'No, the smell will be a dead giveaway.'
Cocaine?
'They'll be more likely to guess I've been doing it again.'
None at all?
'But I need it…'
At that moment his cell phone rang. He looked to see who it was. It was Vince McMahon. He flipped his receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hey Jeff, I didn't wake you did I?"
"No, I was still awake."
"Good, good. I was just wondering if you could make it to the arena as soon as you can tomorrow, for a meeting about your next storyline…"
CHAPTER 8 PREVIEW
"Matt, if you'll excuse us I just need a word with Jeff and Kizzie." Vince said to Matt, who nodded in acknowledgement and left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Almost as soon as he was gone, Vince pulled a newspaper from a drawer in his desk.
"Now then," he said, flicking through it until he found the page he was looking for, and placing it on the desk for Jeff and Kizzie to see, "I was wondering whether there was something I should know."
Jeff and Kizzie looked at the page's main pictures. Kizzie hid her face in her hands in disbelief, and Jeff looked at the floor.