I heard shouting in the background but didn't pay attention to any of it. There was too much noise for me to understand anything that was going on. But I had no real reason to want to understand any of it. The blood that was rushing through me blotted out any understanding of words that were being shouted at me. I understood nothing but the thoughts in my own head screaming for vengeance. What Amy had said to me was of course only to get under my skin, and it had worked. I put no weight in her words, I was simply demanding respect the one and only way I knew it would work with her. Amy had never responded to my words, they only served to infuriate her further. But when I was able to hurt her physically, leaving scars and bruises whenever possible there was no denying that she had done wrong. She would know now that she was not able to say whatever she pleased to me. She would know that to mention my daughter is to bring upon herself a world of pain.

What hurt the most was her mention of Jeff. After all that Amy had done to Matt, the lying and sneaking around why did Jeff still have contact with her? Why in the world did Jeff tell her about our business? What was going on between Jeff and I was no concern of anyone else's. I hadn't told Dwayne of the little fights Jeff and I had been having on and off. Not even Matt knew that we would go into quiet places and have it out over and over again. There was no putting a cap on his anger. He had thrown insult after insult at me. I had heard him call me just about everything under the sun. It was hard to deal with but I was coping with it the best I knew how to. I had apologized to Jeff and explained everything to him. And when it seemed that he was about to calm down or forgive me there was something that went off in the back of his head and his anger flared up once again. And truth be told I was sick of apologizing. How many times can I tell one person that what happened was one big mistake? How many different ways can a person come up with to apologize? I was done with it, and the fact that I had been fighting back was making things even more heated. It would have been one thing if I had told Jeff sorry every time he pulled me off somewhere to berate me. But I was done with guilt, done with feeling sorry. I fired back insults as fast as they came at me. I threw in his face over and over again that he ran away. I told him over and over that he had to stay away from me. But each time I said that the next day he would over power me and bring me somewhere to fight it out. Yet I had told no one of this. I sat quiet during whatever business meetings we had, put on a great show for the fans, and told everyone around us that there were no problems with anything. How could he possibly go off and tell the one person that I honestly and truly hated all that was happening between us? How could he bring up my daughter? My anger subsided as I thought about her cute smile and her wonderful character. I was nothing without her anymore. I feel like I was nothing before I had her, there was nothing more important than my baby girl. With the looks of her father and the fiery personality of her mother there was no holding her back. My darling little girl, he talked about my angel, he told Amy about my world, my center. And the more I thought about the fact that Jeff had been telling Amy about Geannie the more I became infuriated.

I hadn't even realized that I was at the men's locker room until I heard loud banging. Realizing that I was the one banging, I lightened up fearing that I might just rip the door off its hinges with the sheer rage coursing through me.

"Hey Kay- " Matt opened the door but trailed off at the look on my face.

"Your brother Matt, where is he?"

"He's right out here, why what's up?"

"Get me your brother."

"Kay is everything ok you look a bit- "

"Just get Jeff," I yelled loudly. I knew I would have to apologize to him later on but now there was no controlling my temper.

Jeff heard my outburst and came to the door. "What is it now Kayla?" Everything about him at that moment seemed to be annoyed at seeing me.

"You've been talking to Amy about my girl," I stated trying not to leap at him and rip out his throat.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Jeff don't lie!" I screamed at him stepping forward. "You may be a lot of things but liar was never one of them."

"No that's reserved for you."

"Jeff you talked to Amy about my little girl? You dared mention her to that horrible woman?"

"Amy is a friend, she always has been."

"Oh really? Was she a friend after you and Matt found out that she was screwing half the RAW roster behind Matt's back? Was she a friend after she left me for dead in a parking lot four years ago?"

"She's changed."

"Jeff don't talk to me about her, right now I could care less if she ran around preaching to everyone saying that she found Jesus and is running off to Amish country. Answer the question Jeff, have you talked to her about my little girl?"

Jeff tried to keep on a face of annoyance and anger, but he faltered and for a minute I saw guilt on him. "Yes," he finally answered regaining his composure.

"Why?" I was seething with anger but even more so I was hurt. "She almost killed me and my baby. Why of all people would you talk to her about Geannie? You were there with me in the hospital, you saw what she did to me!"

"She is the only friend that I have left!" He yelled back at me. "She knows what it's like to be at the very bottom of everything and not know how to claw your way out."

"Jeff you have no right to go off and talk to anyone about my baby least of all her!"

"I can talk to who I can please about what I please."

His arrogance and smug attitude hit me hard. Since when was Jeff like this? Since when was Jeff Hardy a cold uncaring man? Seeing his cold disregard of the fact that I had been insulted in the worst way sent me off the edge.

"She said things about Geannie, things that she should never say, things that you should never say." I searched his eyes trying to find some remorse but I found nothing. "I told you not to mention my family to anyone, you know nothing about me or my little girl. You know nothing about what I go through to take care of her, what I go through to make sure she's happy and safe. And if I would leave her with anyone then why haven't I left her with you?" Jeff faltered at my statement. There it was, the hurt and the pain in his eyes. "That's right Jeff, if I would leave my daughter with anyone why have you not spent time with her?"

"You obviously only go for stuck up, arrogant, self absorbed man whores." He said finally.

Before I honestly knew what I was doing Jeff was on the floor gasping in pain. I had kneed him in his groin as hard as I possibly could. And being able to press nearly two hundred pounds with my legs easily enough that was a good amount of force. I jumped on top of him and began pounding away at his face, body, any place that I could make contact. I was yelling, screaming, crying. I remember nothing that came out of my mouth only that I stopped punching and kicking when I had been thrown back into the hallway by Matt and Adam.

"You stay there!" Matt yelled at me running back into the locker room to look after Jeff.

I went to charge back in, Jeff in my opinion hadn't gotten his fair share of punishment.

"Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going Tyson?" Adam asked holding me back. "Kay stop fighting I'm stronger than you are. Besides from the look of Jeff you did your job."

I looked at Adam with disbelief. "No, there is not enough punishment for him." I looked down at my hands, they were bruised and cut up. Between Amy and Jeff I had certainly done a number to my knuckles.

"Kayla, you should get your hands looked at." I just stared at him again. "I know that I'm not your favorite person Kay, with me dating Amy. I won't try to say she's changed or anything to you."

"Thanks," I said quietly.

"But there are some things that aren't going to change. Her feelings towards you won't ever change. Don't let them get to you like this you'll ruin everything trying to get the better of them."

"Adam what they said about Geannie, they should- "

"Kay people do and say stupid things, but you doing this to yourself," he looked down at my hands. "It's not worth it. Go get yourself checked out, and leave Jeff alone for the night, you've done enough."

I stared at the door, wanting to break free of Adam and get another chance to beat Jeff some more. I nodded and walked off leaving the locker room, but not getting checked out. Why waist my time? My hands weren't broken, just cut and bruised. I turned the corner and the exhaustion from my brawling began to take effect. In fact the last few weeks took its toll on me. I worked hard not to cry but began to fail. Tears fell down my face as I tried to calm down enough before I ran into anyone. But between the tears and blood I was a complete mess and needed a bit of help. I figured that now would a perfect time as any to tell Dwayne and Steve the whole truth. The look of shock on their faces was priceless as I walked in. It was the first time I smiled that night seeing them completely speechless, jaws at the floor.

"Got any bandages?" I asked holding up my hands. "It seems a couple faces ran into my fists repeatedly." I laughed at the sight of Dwayne and Steve speechless and frozen in time. "Well if this is all that it takes to shut the two of you up then I'll have to do this more often," I said jokingly.

"Kay what did you do?" Dwayne asked moving closer to me to get a better look at my hands. "And why does it look like you've been crying?"

"Because I have been," I said honestly.

"What about the fists?" Steve asked. "What happened?"

"I brawled.

"Why wasn't I invited?" He asked trying to keep things light. I was grateful for that. I felt like I was about to break into so many tiny pieces that no one would know how to help put me back together.

"It was spur of the moment," I said keeping up the playful banter.

"And no one came to find me?"

"I put up a pretty decent fight, they had their hands full with me alone."

"Well then I've taught you well," he smiled at me. It was a sad smile though. He knew that I was hurting, knew that I was fragile and was trying his hardest to make things as easy for me as possible.

"Kayla what really happened?" Dwayne asked in a serious manner.

"Didn't you hear? She went out brawling. Looks like she found a couple of good targets too," Steve said winking at me.

"This isn't funny anymore, you need to tell me what happened," Dwayne looked down at me with a mixture of frustration and concern.

"It's exactly like Steve said, I found a couple of good targets, Amy and Jeff."

"You mean you attacked skittle head?" Steve asked.

"He deserved it," I said trying to make things a bit less serious than they were.

"I'm sure he did, just never thought you'd take after me."

I smiled at Steve loving how gentle and protective he was being with me. To Dwayne it just seemed as if Steve and I were trying to avoid the truth. But I knew better than that. Steve was always one to confront problems head on without any sugar coating. Except when it came to family, he would do anything even skirt around the big issue to get details eventually. He knew that I was about to break any second, he could see it in my eyes and he knew that once that happened there was no getting any more information out of me.

"Hey, it's genetic not like I really had a choice," I smiled. "So how about those bandages?"

"Kayla would you please just tell us what happened?" Dwayne asked a bit more harsh than he was probably intending.

I stepped back shocked at his tone. "What?" I asked quietly, still trying to keep together after everything that happened.

"Sorry, it's just- " he paused taking in a deep breath. "You come in here like that and you won't say what happened."

"Rocky man take it easy," Steve said gently. "She's been through enough."

"That's just it we don't know what she's been through. This whole team extreme story line thing, now the fighting."

"And when she's ready she'll tell us what's going on," Steve was about to get defensive. There was about to be another fight.

"I'm ready!" I said loudly getting their attention.

I had barely finished recounting everything when Dwayne rushed out of the locker room ready to raise hell.

"Steve go after him please, he'll kill Jeff if he finds him."

"Kay I don't know how much good I'll do I'm ready to join him."

"Please Steve don't let Rocky do anything stupid."

He nodded and rushed out the door as well leaving me alone to cry, hurt and try to figure out a way to fix the mess that I had created.