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Leila's Point of View
Last week when I got to the hotel that night, I completely knocked out. I was much worse off than I thought, because I had John stay the night with me. And no, nothing happened. But the next day when I told him that I've decided to leave the WWE, he got a little upset. However, after a little talking he was able to come to terms with it. Can he really blame me? I mean come on, too much has happened way too soon. This whole situation got completely out of hand, and I just can't deal with it anymore.
That was last week, but this is this week. Right now I'm sitting in my bed further contemplating my decision on leaving the WWE. Would it really solve anything? Will things get any better? For my sake, I hope it does. Everything has just gotten so out of hand, I don't even know what to do anymore.
Like I'm not the same person anymore. I can't eat without throwing up. My sleep is pretty much non existent. I've lost a huge amount of weight. I'm just not myself anymore. Like I just feel so dull and empty. And the sad thing, I don't think anyone has really noticed. I would say something to someone, but I can't, I don't want to drag anyone else into this whole Hardy Saga that is going on. It wouldn't be fair to them.
Just the thought of Jeff made me cry. He didn't want to be anywhere near me. Everything that we have been through together was thrown out the window. We've been through so much together and it hurts to know that it doesn't mean anything to us anymore. After he told me that we couldn't be together anymore, I should have called him out on it. I should have said something, rather than agree with him. We might actually be better off than we are right now. Did I mention, that Jeff and I have talked since last week?
Looking at the clock, I decided to get up. I had to meet Shane at the gym. Apparently, he wasn't done talking to me last week. There was more ground to cover. But, its good that I'm meeting him at the gym, this was a good time to tell him about my decision to leave the company. Hopping into the shower, I dreaded his reaction.
Jeff's Point of View
I thought that having Leila out of my life would be a good thing. But as it turns out, I was wrong. My biggest mistake was allowing Beth back into my life. She was making it a living hell. But thankfully, I was able to get away from her for a while. Thank God for Shane and his grand breakfast idea. And thank God Beth had decided to stay upstairs. Apparently, this last week had just been exhausting for her. Because, she wrestled a match and lost the most important person in her life and all. Note the sarcasm.
This past week however, was grueling. The only thing that was replaying in my mind was the hurt that was in Leila's eyes, when I told her that we couldn't be together. Just looking at her made my heart shatter. No one knew how bad I wanted to hold her. I so badly wanted to tell her that I was wrong, that she's the air I breathe. Ok, that's a little cheesy, but everyone knows where I'm going with this. The problem? We haven't talked since last week.
"Hey Jeff." I heard as I looked up to see Shane sitting down. "How you holding up?"
"Fine, I guess." I muttered. "I could be better."
"Why? What happened with Leila last week?"
I sighed. I found it funny that he instantly knew that Leila was on my mind. But before I could say anything, the waitress came over and took our orders. Once she left with our orders, I looked at Shane, who was waiting for me to say something.
"We got into another fight."
Shane dropped his head and sighed. "What did you say this time?" I like how he instantly thinks it was my fault. What Leila and I had was a two way thing. We were both at fault. Not just me.
"Why do you automatically assume it was only me? The both of us fucked up again. Just like last time, we are both at fault."
"What happened? Should I be prepared for another melt down from her later?"
I was going to say something, but I saw the waitress was coming over to the table with our food. She set the food down and left. Once that was over with, my thoughts went back to what Shane said. What did he mean melt down? Leila doesn't melt down.
"What do you mean by 'another melt down'?" I questioned. Did he know something that I didn't know. I suddenly didn't like where this was going. "Don't hold out on me Shane, I need to know."
"At the arena last week, Leila literally bumped into me, after she saw you and Beth together. She was in pretty bad shape man. I don't think I've ever seen her like that."
After a couple of bites, I shoved my food aside. I couldn't eat anymore. His little speech made me sick to my stomach. My heart was crumbling. I felt like shit.
"Oh."
"Oh? After what I told you, all you have to fucking say is 'oh'? Are you fucking normal?"
"No. I'm not. Where have you been all these years?" I replied sarcastically.
"So?"
"So what Shane?"
"Should I expect Leila to be in tears?"
"I don't know. We haven't talked since last week. Anyway this whole thing has gotten out of hand." I fumed. "I don't know what to expect anymore."
"There's a shock." Shane replied sarcastically.
"Fuck off."
"Hey!" Shane snapped. "I'm trying to fucking help you!"
"Fine! You want to help. Shut up and listen. I'll tell you everything that happened last week."
Without saying a word, he pushed his plate away from him, and he sat back in his chair. "This should be good. I wonder what you did now." He smirked.
Oh how I wanted to smack him at that exact moment. Ignoring his comment I sighed and sat forward. My elbows propped up on the table. How do I go about this?
"When we talked at the arena last week, she told me that she slept with John the day we fought. Even after she tells me that, she claims that she loves me. I got mad and told her that she never called me because I told her she was too busy blowing John."
"You're a dumb fuck."
"Shut up and let me finish. Where was I?" I paused for a second trying to remember. "Oh, I remember. That led her to slap me. And then that brought me to say that we couldn't be together because we hurt each other too much. I said that we can't love each other."
"Nuh-uh." Shane said shaking his head in disbelief. "You're shitting me? You let a gorgeous girl walk out of your life for no reason. I'm sure she told you that her and John aren't together?" I nodded, when he stopped talking. "What was the problem? You have no right to get mad at her, its not like you two were together at the time, hell, you two aren't even together now."
"She hurt me Shane! She slept with my brother. Then me. And then John. I'm amazed she isn't pregnant with one of our kids by now!"
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, Shane chucked a fork at my head. It happened so fast, I didn't have time to duck. It hit me square in the face. "You're an asshole bro. You know that? You love her despite, what either one of you did. And don't sit there acting all innocent, need I remind you, you slept with Beth and then went back to Leila. And not only that, you're back together with Beth. How do you think that makes Leila feel?"
"I don't love her anymore." I said completely ignoring what he said.
"Who are you trying to fool?" Shane asked he dropped some money on the table. "You or me?" Getting up, he walked away, not even bothering to wait for my response.
"Me." I whispered to myself as I got up and left.
Shane's Point of View
I swear Jeff has his head way too far up his ass. He's like my brother, don't get me wrong, but someone needs to make realize that he fucked up bad too. He needs to remember that she fucking got hurt too.
Walking into the gym, I saw that Leila was already here. I wonder how long she's been here? Without any other thought, I headed on over to the treadmills.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." I apologized.
Turning her head to left, she sent a weak smile towards me. "Its fine. Actually it gave me some time to think."
"Oh."
She had me really worried. Leila was usually full of life, she was always energetic and happy. But now, she just seemed so weak, so frail. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Her usually vibrant blue eyes, looked dull and lifeless. She had bags under her eyes. In fact, now that I'm looking, she looked like she had lost weight. If someone hugged her too hard, she would break. That's how skinny she was. She looked like she hadn't slept or eaten in days. And her normally tanned skin was white. Which is shocking because Leila always tans. Its one of those things that makes her, well, her. I was really concerned by now.
"Leila, you okay?"
"I'm fine." She said as she hopped off the treadmill. Having no choice, I got off of my treadmill and followed her. Something is definitely up, she usually had a bounce in her step, but not today. She seemed so dull today, not like herself.
I followed her to the punching bag. Just as I was about to ask her something, she cut me off. "Can you spot me?"
"Yeah sure." I responded, while getting behind the bag and holding onto it.
Soon she started to punch the bag. With every punch, I winced. Leila was a tiny person, so to see this much strength coming from her shocked me. I seriously think that if she punches any harder, her frail hand will break.
"How many is that?" She asked breaking into my thoughts.
"Fifteen."
Nodding, she started to throw punches with her left hand. I felt like she was hitting harder now, then she was before. Suddenly, I noticed that she stopped punching the bag. Her forehead was leaned up against the bag. Letting the bag go, I walked around to where she was. Grabbing her by the wrist, I pulled her towards the weight lifting bench. I sat her down, and I kneeled in front of her. Before I started talking, I wiped away her tears with the pads of my thumbs.
"What's wrong honey?"
"Shane, I can't take this anymore." She cried. "This whole thing is getting to me. Everything is so messed up. I just want things back to normal. All I want is for Jeff and Matt to be close again. I want Beth to go away. And more importantly, I want Jeff to love me again."
She had me in tears. Here she was breaking down, and everyone was too busy tip toeing around Jeff and Matt. This has gone way too far. Someone needs to beat the shit out of the both of them. Shame on them.
"I feel alone." She continued wiping away her tears. "I love this business and I'm close to people here, but I just don't want to bother them with my soap opera of a life."
"You have me. Hell, you even have John."
"And I love you both for it. But I want my favorite brothers back. I want Jeff back." She said while rocking back and forth.
Getting up, I grabbed her hand. "Come on. We're going to get you something to eat."
"No." She said shaking her head. "I can't eat Shane, I'm not hungry."
That's what I thought. She hasn't been eating. But I knew what do. "Please, for me." I said sticking out my bottom lip.
She rolled her eyes. "I swear sometimes you're six years old. But fine I'll try for you."
"Good." I said. "Then afterwards you're going to get some sleep. And I don't want to hear any ifs, ands, or buts about it."
"Yes dad." She joked. But it seemed a little off. I can sense that she wanted to put up a front, and hide her current state, but she can't. She's failing miserably. And not only that, she's the type of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve.
We headed up to her room, where I ordered room service for her. Once the food got there and she saw it, she looked like she had seen a ghost. I sat there, and I made her eat. But after a few bites, she couldn't stomach it. She pushed the food away, and bolted to the bathroom.
Without any thought, I followed her to the bathroom. The poor girl was blowing chunks like it was going out of style. I was surprised that she threw up so much, she looked like she hadn't eaten in days. Kneeling down, I held grabbed her hair and held it back for her until she was done. After twenty minutes, she finally finished. Getting up she walked over to the sink and brushed her teeth.
"Leila?"
"I'm fine, really Shane. The food was bad."
I was a little skeptical. But I decided to let it slide. When the time was right, I would get it out of her. But still, I saw that something was bothering her.
"What's up?" I asked sitting across from her.
"I can't handle this anymore." She said crying.
"Sure you can." I said trying to reassure her. "You're strong, you can get through this."
She shook her head. "No I can't Shane." She said with tears in her eyes. "I've decided to leave the WWE for good."
The only thought going through my mind head was: Holy fucking shit!
Matt's Point of View
I was really worried about Leila. We hadn't talked since last week. In fact, the only time I talked to her was when we were at work, and it was about work. She seemed so withdrawn from everyone. Including me. She was supposed to be close to me. Why wasn't my plan working?
I grew impatient, so I did what any other person would do. I went to go see her. But just as I got to her room, I saw Shane walking out. What the hell was he doing in her room? He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near her. Leila belongs to me.
"Helms?" I questioned. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see Leila." He said. "Its kind of obvious. Why are you here?"
"To talk to Leila."
"Uh no you're not. She's asleep right now." He snapped. "So I suggest you leave."
"Why should I leave?" I questioned."Did you sleep with her? You cheat on Jamie?"
"No you bastard. Look she's not exactly up to seeing people right now. She's not feeling good. Which is why she is asleep. So get lost."
Without saying another word, he walked away. I stood there staring after him. Suspicion was running through my body. He knew something. There was something definitely wrong here. And I was going to find out.
I got out my phone and dialed a number that was becoming very familiar to me. "Hey Beth. Meet me in the back stairwell on the seventh floor." I said and hung up. Taking one more look at Leila's door, I began to make my way towards the back stairwell.
Beth's Point of View
I was heading to the staircase on the seventh floor. Matt couldn't have picked a better time to call. Jeff had just knocked out, which gave me the perfect chance to sneak away.
"Hey Matt. What's up?"
"I caught Shane leaving Leila's room."
He called me away for this. Like I really care about her. "So? You called me away for that? I could care less about her."
"Oh really?" He questioned. "I think you do. Look I need you to talk to Shane, and find out something. Anything really. Its just that something seems off about the whole situation."
"This concerns me how?" I questioned.
"Because if you don't, I'll tell Jeff about our session a couple of nights ago." He said pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
Fuck I'm screwed. "Fine, what do I have to do?"
He pulled me to him and lightly pressed his lips to mine. "Its quite simple actually."
And with those four words, I remembered exactly why I was attracted to Matt. He was a complete and total genius.
Leila's Point of View
I woke up to find that I had slept a lot longer than I thought I would have. It was actually kind of refreshing. I still felt like crap, but the sleep helped somewhat. Turning on the lamp, I saw that Shane had left me a note.
Dear Leila,
No matter what you do, I support you. If you ever need me, don't hesitate to call me. Don't be shy. I care, and so do a lot of other people. Talk to us. Don't be scared.
Love Your Brotha from Anotha Motha,
Shane
I giggled at the way he signed his note. He took my news better than I thought he would. After talking about it, he understood why. Looking at the time, I saw it wasn't too late. So I picked up the phone and called Vince. After a few rings, he answered the phone.
"Hey Vince, its Leila Brooks. I'm calling to talk to you about my contract."
