I looked behind me while still struggling with the person. "Patrick put me down!" "No, not after what I just saw! What the fuck?!" I looked back at him and sighed. "Put me down I won't jump again."

He set me down and gave me a stern look. I refuse to look at him; I refuse to let him see me cry. He pulled me into his chest, "Tell me what's wrong." "None of your business." "Aw c'mon." "Just go away." "No." "NOW!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Just then Jay walked in, "What is all the yelling about?" "Nothing take your friend and go away." He looked at Patrick who pointed to me. "I just wanted to know what was wrong enough to make her want to jump out the eighth floor window." They both looked at me and Jay told Patrick to go sit in the car and whispered something in his ear.

He gave me a hug and gave me the same look. "Mind telling me? I know you tried this before and that's why he wanted me watching over you." I glared at him. "No. Did he tell you why?" I asked the question and was mad that my walls started to come down.

"No he didn't." "Good." He pulled me in for another hug and I hugged back. "I don't think you should be alone tonight. Get some stuff you're gonna stay at my place." I nodded and packed up my stuff for the night.

We got to Jay's place after dropping off Patrick and he took me to one of his guest rooms. "Mind telling me what's going on?" I shot him a glare. "None of your business." He sighed and left the room and I went to sleep. I was awakening early the next morning to my phone going off.

M: Hello?

J: Veronica its Jim.

M: Hey Mr. Cornette what's going on?

J: Just wanin' to know what in the hell were you thinking?!

M: What do you mean?

J: According to Patrick you were going to jump from a window?

M: Err….

J: Well if you want to continue working I suggest you get some help. We are a family at TNA you can come to any of us.

M: I know. I'll let you go I got to bolt.

J: Alright. You be safe. Bye.

He hung up and I called Patrick. "Hey its Patrick the sexy one from the Motor City Machineguns, I'm not here but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe." "Hey creep call me back or I might just have to really kick your ass!" I hung up and walked down to the Starbucks.

Some of my co-workers were there and I ignored them. I waited in line and ordered. "One tall Iced Tazo Green Tea Latte with soy, please." I handed them my money and sat down. They finally called my drink and I picked it up. I went to my own seat and a guy with blodish black hair sat next to me.

"Your that new girl that no showed at the taping right?" I looked up and glared. "Who the hell wants to know?" He just smiled, "Names Scott and you must be Veronica." "Yeah that's me." I said taking another sip of my Latte.

"Well Jim told me what he was told. He also told me to be there for you to talk to." I was about to respond but my cell rang.

V: V here.

M: Hey Veronica. It's me.

V: Ahh, Matt you don't talk to me before I leave and avoid me for weeks. What could you possible want now?

M: I wanted to check on ya, and see how ya doin'. You know we all miss you.

V: I know, I still talk to Shawn. What do you really want? –I snapped and notice Scott looking at me.-

M: Jay told me what happened. He's worried and your really starting to scare me. I mea-

V: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN LINE! IF THAT'S ALL YOU WANTED GOODBYE!

I yelled slamming my phone shut. "Do you have a fag?" He looked at me, "A what?" "A cigarette!" He reached into his pocket and pulled one out and handed it to me. "Thanks…" I said in a monotone voice, tossed the rest of the drink and walked outside and lighting the cig. My phone rang again and I cussed out Patrick and Jay. I started walking to my apartment when a car pulled up beside me.

"Hey V, I'll give you a ride back." I got into the car and thanked Scott. "Wanna talk about it?" I sighed, "Its not that I don't trust you, but I still barely know you. So no." "That's fine, I won't pry."

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin'. Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing. To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye-

I picked up the phone. "Hey Joey." "Hey baby girl how are you?" "I tried to do it again." I heard him sigh, "Baby girl you need to stop, we love you too much to lose you. Nothing was your fault." I sighed holding back my tears. "Bye Joey I love you." "See you later girl take care, you need anything just call. I love you too."

I hung up the phone and the rest of the drive was in silence.