Chapter 12 - Remorse
(Denver, Colorado)
Once Smackdown taping was over, every roster from both brands had been hanging out in the local bar called The Blue Moon. Cena strutted happily while bringing two glasses of drinks he just ordered from the bar and he flopped down in the booth, sitting next to Randy with a silly grin spread across his face.
"Hey Randy, want some Jagerbomb?" Cena teasingly waved the drinks in front of his face even though he knew Randy was still traumatized by the liquor.
"Shit, John. Get that damn drink away from me," Randy brushed his hand away in the process. He despised that drink so much he didn't even want to smell the scent of the liquor either. It made him sick.
Cena chuckled amusingly and pouted his lips, "Aww….why not? It's real fun to see you go all giggly and crazy again like a retarded monkey on crack. It's priceless. Mizzy told me that you did a striptease dancing that night. Too bad I didn't get the chance to see that or else I'm going to slip a hundred in your pants and ask you to do a lap dance on me," Cena downed the drink in a swift and winced as he sat down the glass on the table, "Wooo…this shit is good," he said while smacking his lips, "I think I might need another one."
"Be careful…,"Randy took a swig of his beer and sat it down on the table, "…you'll never know that drink might lead you to a fucked up life after that."
"Hey, ease up, man. Don't be so tense," Cena put his arm around Randy's shoulder and tried to coax him, "At least, you and Jeff are back together again, all right. That is what really matters now. There's no need for you to pull face like someone's just shoved a baseball bat up in your ass so chill out."
"Chill out? I'm not going to chill out until I get my hands on Cody, okay? He ruined my life and I'm gonna make sure that fucker is going to pay for what he did to me," Randy downed his beer empty and smash the can down onto the table, "Now, where the hell is that bastard anyway? I tried looking for him at the hotel but he wasn't even there. That little scumbag sure knows how to play hide and seek with me," Randy gritted his teeth in utter anger. He was frustrated when he couldn't find Cody anywhere. The last time he saw him was when Cody did his taping earlier that night but Randy couldn't get the chance to meet eye to eye with him backstage because Vince had distracted him for a debriefing on his future promo hence, he had lost Cody from his sight in a flash. He knew Cody was trying to avoid him but that doesn't mean Randy was going to stop hunting him down. He was going to find him, and Dave would be next. Cody sure knew where he could find that man.
"Relax. We'll going to get him, okay? You can count me in if you want me to help you beat the crap out of him and shit. I'll be happy to give you a hand," Cena flashed him his sinister grin while patting Randy's shoulder.
A small smile lit up Randy's face. He knew Cena would always up for being his partner-in-crime and he really appreciated him for his kind assistance even though he has no problem dealing with Cody himself. But then, his smile waned when his eyes started to focus on the only dejected man across the room, "Yeah, but… there's seems to be another problem, though," and when Cena gave him a questioning look, Randy pointed his finger towards the said man. Matt Hardy had been isolated himself by sitting in the far corner of the room, looking all miserable and depressed. It was obvious that he still couldn't get those bad memories out of his head and he had been chugging on his beer nonstop. Morrison was there with him all along, and that man was trying his best to console him.
Although Cena was never really been close to Matt that much, he did have his sympathy on him. Matt was always been jovial and cheerful from what he knew and it was pretty upsetting to see him became a different person like that all of the sudden.
"Yeah, that's sucks. I feel sorry for him," Cena spoke quietly while observing the man from afar, "Do you think Jeff really meant what he said?" After Randy had told him everything about what had happened to the brothers, he still thought that he found it hard to believe that Jeff would never wanted to see Matt ever again. Was he for real? The Hardys was always been so close to each other and it was almost unbelievable that Jeff would make such a shocking decision like that to the one and only brother he ever had.
Randy shrugged, "I'm not so sure. I'm having a hard time believing it myself. I never thought that Jeff would say something like that either. I feel somewhat…guilty, you know. I feel like I'm the reason for their break up. I did try talk to Jeff and tell him to just let everything go and forgive his brother but he won't listen to me. Jeff is still mad at him and I don't know what else I should do to fix it," he sighed weakly.
Cena wasn't sure how to solve the problem either but he had something to say to comfort his best friend, "I'm not an expert in this but if you ask for my opinion, I will say that it will be better if you just leave this matter to the fate, Randy. It's for your own good, man. It wasn't like you didn't try to mend things. You did, but it didn't work out very well and there's nothing much you can do about it. Maybe Jeff needs more time to think about it and all you have to do is just give your full support on him. Show him that you really care about him because you're the one he needed the most right now, Randy. Jeff is still vulnerable but I believe by any chance or circumstances, If God willing…I'm sure they will be back together again. We just have to wait and see how it goes. Jeff has a gentle soul and I believe he won't stay mad at his brother forever," he assured him and Randy nodded his head in agreement. After a long silence, Cena had to add something, "And you know what you should do now? I think you should concentrate on spicing up your life with Jeff. Show that rainbow-haired sweetie pie of yours what he's been missing all this time. I bet you guys must have hot makeup sex all night long, right? Oh boy, I'm starting to get a boner already just talking about it," he quipped gleefully. After brain-washing Randy with his motivational speech, Cena really thought that he should talk about something to cheer him up a little bit, mainly about Jeff. That was the only way he knew could trigger Randy's good mood and he was right. Randy smiled broadly to his remark.
"You betcha. He sure does miss my nine inch plus horse cock a lot, "he smirked proudly before picking his beer can and grunted his frustration when he found that it was already empty. He needed another drink right now but then, he realized that there was a very inviting bright orange-red colored cocktail sat on the table in front of him. He really thought Cena was kind enough to buy him a drink. When he was about to reach the glass, Cena smacked Randy's hand unexpectedly.
"Whoa, whoa…what do you think you were doing?" Cena took the glass and hid it from Randy.
"Isn't that for me?" Randy asked while pointing his fingers at the drink, with a confused look still plastered on his face.
"I never said this is for you. This is for Morrie. I don't think you're fond of Tequila Sunrise anyway, mister."
"Morrie?" Randy couldn't help but to grin, "You bought a drink for Morrie but not for me? Hey, I'm your best buddy here, John. He's just your ex. Why are you so concern on buying him a drink, huh?" he teased him. He had a feeling that Cena was up to something right now.
"I just want to be nice and bought him his favorite cocktail, that's all."
With a cheesy reason like that, it was obvious that Cena had something up in the sleeve right now regarding Morrison. It wasn't really that surprising to know that Mr. Five-Knuckle-Shuffle still have feelings for the Shaman of Sexy. The guy was too obvious that he still couldn't get over his break up with Morrison and anyone doesn't need to be a fucking psychic to realize all that.
With a cheeky grin spread across his face, Randy teasingly asked, "Seriously, are you trying to win him back or something?"
Cena scoffed while looking away from Randy. His cheeks started to blush, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Randy knew his best friend very well and when he avoided eye contact like that, it was clear to him that Cena had something he wanted to hide from him but that doesn't stop Randy from kept teasing him. He leaned over and spoke in his ears, "You may deny it, John but I can say your eyes tell a different story," and when his best friend still ignored him, Randy took Cena's chin in his grasp and forced the older male to look at him, "You still have feelings for him, don't you?"
Cena swatted Randy's hand away and turned his back at him. He was embarrassed that Randy had caught his act, "Okay, Randy. That's enough. You're being ridiculous. I don't wanna hear it no more. Can we talk about something else?"
"Aww… what's the matter? Johnny boy still couldn't get over the other Johnny?"
"What are you talking about? I am not! Look, is it wrong for me to be nice to him for once? I know I'm nothing but a jerk and I just want to redeem myself for all the things I've done to him and that' all. No funny business," Cena tried to look that he meant what he said even though deep inside his heart, he did have an intention on making up to Morrison.
To be honest, being with Morrison was different than he was with another guy. It was not just the sex was always fantastic but Morrison was also the best lover he ever had. Usually, Cena never interested in committing a serious relationship with anybody but it was a miracle that he agreed to do that with Morrison and happy with it, even though their relationship was just only lasted for three months. It was hard to find someone who was passionate and a good hearted man like him and Cena had found none so far. Most of the guy he slept with was a total selfish cumslut, much like himself but Morrison was different – way different. He was one of a kind. No one ever made him feel as complete as he did and he really missed his moment with him. He wished Morrison would give him another chance to patch things up between them but he doubt that it would happen. He knew Morrison was still mad at him.
"Okay, I get it. You mean, you don't mind if Morrie happens to have a new boyfriend?" Randy kept teasing him and that question had caught Cena by surprise.
"Well, uh…yeah. Sure, why not? There's nothing between us anymore and I don't see why I should be jealous of that. He can be with anyone he wants and I don't give a damn about who is he dating with either. It's none of my business, anyway. We're through," he said nonchalantly and trying to look cool although he was slightly agitated to hear about the news. He had a feeling that his chance on winning Morrison back was thin after all. Damn!
"And by the way, don't call me Johnny. I hate it! I feel like my balls don't even drop yet when people call me by that name."
"Okay, okay…whatever," Randy put his hands up in defeat while trying to hold back a laugh. He believed that Cena was still being in denial about it, "It's just that I heard he has a crush on someone of our locker room's boys. Just wanna let you know that," Randy deliberately spilled the beans. He knew that would do the trick to make Cena reveal the truth himself that he was still madly concerned about Morrison. He just wanted to see how his reaction was as he thought Cena must be taken aback to that remark, and to his expectation, he was right about it all the way. Cena's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard the news.
"Really? Who's that guy?"
Randy just smirked smugly to himself. He knew Cena very well and he knew that his plan would definitely work for someone who was as predictable as him. He totally forgotten that he just mentioned before that he didn't care about Morrison but the truth was, he still did after all. Cena could be a total dork sometimes but he loved that guy nonetheless. At least, making fun of him had literally made him felt at ease a bit from the problem he had at the time.
"So, you still care about him, huh? How cute," Randy leaned his head on Cena's shoulder while deliberately making a sad face in the process, "It's okay John. I understand. Breaking up is tough, I know…especially when you're the one who got dump. You know what I'm talking about, right?"
Flushing in shame, Cena shrugged him off of his shoulder and tried not to look too embarrassed. That was a real slap in the face, he thought. Randy really got him tonight with his heavy sarcastic comment but he couldn't blame him for that, though. He did have a good point there.
Although he felt annoyed when Randy kept laughing at his silliness, his mind still couldn't stop thinking about Morrison and who was his mysterious crush Randy was referring to. His eyes started to focus on his ex-boyfriend who was still comforting the distraught Hardy across the room. He was so concerned about Matt, he didn't even bother to enjoy himself and having a good time just like the others. What had made Morrison decided to keep his full attention on him, anyway? Could it be Matt that Randy was talking about? It was obvious that they always been seen hanging out together lately and Cena could tell they seemed getting pretty closer too each day. If his speculation was indeed turned out to be true, it seems that his attempt on making up to Morrison was just a waste of time after all.
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"Come on, Matt. You don't have to do this. You're miserable already and I don't think it is such a good idea if you keep it this way. Neither of this will solve anything nor will do any good. Please, you gotta stop," Morrison pleaded the older Hardy for not to take any more beer as he had been drinking excessively. Matt had been struggling with his own guilt and despair and he had gotten even worst each days because of it. Morrison was there by his side the entire time and tried his best to comfort him but the older male wasn't give a crap about everything he said at all. He kept on drinking and drinking and drinking, his sense of balance started to become weak.
Morrison tried to take the beer from his hold but Matt yanked his hand away harshly, "To hell with that. Like people would give a damn about me, anyway," he barked at him before taking a long swig of his beer and put the mug down on the table clumsily. Some of the beer spilled messily onto the table but he didn't care about it a bit, "I've lost everything. I don't have anything left in this world anymore. Everyone that I love has turned against me. Jeff hates me, my dad keep blaming everything on me, Randy couldn't care less about me and Cody…," Matt paused momentarily, his face was contorted as he was trying to hold back his emotion and continued, "…and Cody is only playing around with my feelings. He didn't love me at all. No one ever loves me! They all fucking hate me and you probably hate me too -,"
"I never said I hate you, Matt. I never did," Morrison interjected, "In fact, no one hates you, really. You just overreacting and this gotta stop," and when he saw Matt was about to take another swig of his beer, he held his hand to put the mug down, "Don't do this. You're going to hurt yourself."
"Hey, look…I don't need your fucking advice, all right? Whatever happens to me… it has nothing to do with you. Why do you concern about me anyway, huh? I'm an asshole, remember? Whether I'm going to be sleeping on the street or ended up dead in the next morning… that is none of your fucking problem! It's mine and I don't give a fuck about it at all. You know why? Because I fucking deserve it! I deserved to be treated like shit because everything happened was entirely my fault. My damn fault! You have no idea what I've been through so mind your own fucking business, Morrie. Go take your sympathy somewhere else. I don't fucking need it!" Matt spat angrily. He didn't care if his remark would hurt Morrison's feelings. He was way too drunk to concern about all that.
Morrison felt very uncomfortable when he heard Matt was talking nonsense like that, especially when that man mentioning about dying in the conversation. He was afraid that Matt had the intention to hurt himself and that was what had been bothering his mind, "Matt, please. There's no reason for talking like that. You're scaring me. I know things were pretty much screwed up for you at the time but it's never the end, you know. People make mistakes and you gotta learn from them and move on. In time, I believe everything is going to better again. They can't always stay mad at you, Matt. Believe me. At least, you have the guts to admit your mistakes and that was an honorable thing to do. You don't have to be like this. This is just not right," and when Matt didn't show any response from his advice, he said, "Come on…let me take you back to your room. You need a rest," Morrison took a hold of Matt's wrist but the older male pulled his hand away from him harshly.
"No, just leave me alone, Morrie. I don't need your help. I can walk back to the hotel myself, alright. I don't feel like going anywhere or talking to anybody right now. It gives me headache and you've done nothing better. You just makes thing even worst. Just…go, will you? I'll be fine," he said and began to down his beer empty before burying his face in his arms on the table. Morrison shook his head in defeat. He tried to help him but Matt was too stubborn to even listen to him. There was nothing he could do about it and with heavy heart, he left the miserable drunken man alone and head back to his table lifelessly.
Randy could see there was an obvious frustration displayed on Morrison's face. He could tell that things didn't go very well like they had planned on comforting Matt. When Morrison began approaching them, Randy had to ask, "So, how things go?"
Morrison gingerly sat in the booth facing both Randy and Cena, "Not good. He just won't listen to me. I don't know what else I should do to help him. He's gotten worst," he sighed weakly while observing Matt from afar but then he got distracted when Cena offered the Tequila Sunrise to him. Morrison was a bit surprise at first but considering that it was his favorite cocktail, he accepted it graciously with a small smile.
Randy could see Cena was currently engaging some sort of staring game with Morrison although the long haired brunette didn't seem to play along with him at all. Randy thought it was pretty amusing to see Cena was acting all goofy like that to win Morrison's heart back but considering that this was not an appropriate time for a laugh, Randy decided not to bother with him and carry on with the conversation, "Well, what did he say?" Randy interrupted, breaking the silence between them.
Morrison took a sip from his drink and said, "He still thinks everybody hates him. He takes this matter way too far right now and he keeps blaming on himself for everything happened. He starts talking nonsense about dying and all and I'm afraid that he's going to do something not right after this. I think it will be better if you just try talk to him, Randy. You should do something about it. Who knows, maybe he will listen to you. We don't want anything bad happen to any one of us anymore aren't we? So, we got to help each other. Besides, Matt isn't someone else, Randy. He's your family too. Please be considerate and help him," Morrison pleaded for his support and to his relief, Randy nodded his head.
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Don't worry about it," Randy assured him with a smile. As much as Matt was always been annoying to his eyes, he didn't want to see the Hardys fallen apart. Although he and Jeff were already in good terms now, looking at the younger Hardy pulling gloomy face most of the time had made him felt restless somehow. It was clear that Jeff still wasn't too happy with everything that goes around him at the time and that was what made Randy decided to consider helping Matt on this. He wanted to reunite them back together and it would be very much delighted to see Jeff finally smiled and be happy again. Besides, he wasn't doing this for his own good but he also doing this for Morrison as well. He completely understands why Morrison was being overly concerned about Matt and that man didn't need to explain to him why.
Morrison smiled back at him appreciatively. There was no other method he could think of right now that could solve the problem other than Randy himself. Randy knew what has been going on between them and maybe he was the only person who could talk some sense into Matt to make that man feel better. He was glad that Randy agreed with him and took his advice. He really thought that it was about time that both men should stop hating each other and make peace already.
Neither of them three had spoken a word for quite some time and Morrison took the silent moment to finish his drink before deciding to make his leave. He didn't want to stay in there any longer since just looking at Matt made him stressed out already. He desperately needed some time alone.
When Cena saw Morrison stood up and began to put his leather jacket on, he couldn't help but to ask curiously, "Wh-Where are you going?"
"Sorry, I can't stay with you guys for too long. I need to head back to the hotel. I didn't get enough sleep this morning and I'm tired so I think I'm in need of some rest tonight," he explained while straightening his jacket, "Please, keep your eyes on him, will you guys? Don't let him do anything stupid."
"Sure, no problem," Randy replied, "You be safe out there."
"Yeah, I will. Thanks. I'll see you guys tomorrow at breakfast," Morrison waved to them as he was about to leave but then, he stopped and turned around, "Oh, by the way…John…," Cena lifted his head immediately when he heard his name has been called and when their eyes finally met, "Thanks for the drink. I'm glad you still remember my favorite," he said with a warm smile. For the very first time since their breakup, that was the first sincere smile he ever gave to him. Sure, it was pretty awkward for him to do that but at least, that was what the best he could do to appreciate his concern to him.
Cena watched Morrison closely as that man left the bar. Although he was glad to see his ex seems to lighten up on him a bit but there was something else that has been bothering his mind relentlessly. Ever since he laid his eyes on Morrison when he got back to their table earlier, he couldn't help but to get a strange feeling about him. His heart thudding hard and fast against his chest all the sudden, making him felt restless without a reason. It seems that he had a feeling that there was something not right about to happen although he absolutely had no clue of what it was. That explained why he hadn't spoken a word to him at all as he was still fighting with his strange instinct at the time. His heart was heavy to leave him all alone in the street like that and after some time of silent pondering, he decided to just follow him.
"Hey, Rand...I'm sorry but I gotta go, man," he patted Randy's shoulder as he step out of the booth.
"And where the hell do you think you were going? Don't tell me you want to hit the bed too," Randy thought it was still too early for Cena to leave since they just got there about half an hour ago.
"Nah, I-uh… there's something just came up sooo…I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Later," Cena didn't wait for Randy's response and he quickly made his way out of the bar in a hurry, leaving Randy all alone in the booth.
"Yeah, right. Something just came up, my ass," Randy rolled his eyes and smiled. He just knew that Cena must have been up to something to impress Morrison but since this has nothing to do with him, he thought it would be better if he just stay out of it for good. He already had too many problem of his own in his hands and at this point, he should keep his eyes on Matt. If it wasn't because of Jeff and Morrison, he would have left the bar sooner. He didn't feel like wanted to stay in there any longer since bars gave him the creeps lately but he had to do what he had to do. Since keeping a promise is one thing that Randy was really good at, he would make sure to keep his words and tried not to let anyone's hope down.
While Randy was still monitoring the brunette Hardy from afar, he never realized that Dave had been keeping his eyes on him all along. He had been sitting in the corner of the bar, far from everybody else and he was wearing a pair of shades, trench coat and a hat as a disguise so people would never recognize him. The main reason he popped up here was just to make sure whether or not this was the right time for him to proceed with his next plan and by the looks of it, this was just way too perfect for him to strike his devious plot. He noticed that Matt was being pathetically miserable at the time but Dave didn't care less about him. Messing around with Matt's life didn't do any benefit to him. It was just a waste of time. He just wanted to use him as the scapegoat and that was that. Matt was stupid enough to trust him without further thinking and that was his own problem he had to deal with.
As soon as Dave had finished his drink, he headed straight to the exit immediately. Outside, he had to walk passed a few blocks of old buildings before going into a small dark alley where Cody was supposed to wait for him there. He wanted to inform his accomplice about the next plan they should take but to his surprise, Cody was nowhere to be found.
"Dammit! Where the hell is that little shit has been?" he muttered angrily to himself while still looking around for him. Cody was clearly too stubborn to follow his order and now Dave had to waste his time looking for him. He better have a damn good explanation to him or else Cody was doomed. No one ever made Dave Batista wait like that and the older male was now fumed in anger. Reluctantly, he began to search for Cody in the different alleys while cursing non-stop. He really hoped that Cody wouldn't dare doing any drastic move like what he did before but he had a strong feeling that Cody would most likely do the opposite. That man tended to get himself into trouble!
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Morrison didn't head back to the hotel after leaving the bar. It wasn't his time to hit the bed yet nor was he tired. He just wanted to have some time alone and he had been wandering around the streets aimlessly, trying to clear his clouded mind. He just couldn't stop thinking about Matt. Although his inner self kept telling him not to make any ridiculous assumption but as a very concerned and caring friend he was, Morrison couldn't help himself but to think otherwise. He was afraid that Matt really meant what he just said earlier and he might end up harming himself in the end. Everything was merely possible for him to do, especially when he had a terrible drunken condition like that.
He was starting to shiver by the thoughts of that and the chilly night breeze in Denver wasn't being helpful at all. Morrison had to wrap his arms around himself to stay warm even though he already had his jacket on. The street was dark and quiet as some of the lamp posts were out but he didn't really bother by that. He kept proceeding on walking down the street and turned to his left at the corner where the path would lead him back to the hotel. After a long random walk, he really thought that he should head back to the hotel and get some rest. His legs were starting to get tired and weak.
As he walked along the darkened street, he heard a faint sound of footsteps was following behind him. Morrison stopped momentarily and turned his head around to see who was behind him but there was no one in sight. He frowned in confusion but he turned back and kept on walking. He really thought he was just imagining things since he had been worrying too much lately. However, he heard another footstep behind him but Morrison didn't bother to turn around this time. He kept his head down and began to quicken his pace. He tried not to get panic but when he heard the footsteps became louder and frantic behind him, he couldn't help but to get really scared and Morrison started to make a run for his life.
The footsteps was now became closer and closer to him and his panting became heavier as he kept running without bothering who was the creep behind him. Whoever that person was, he wouldn't dare to take a risk and confront it but then, there was a loud roaring sound of car revving had took him by surprise, and eventually had made him whipped around to look back at once. Surrounded in darkness, he didn't get the chance to see anything what was coming towards him and all he knew, he could feel his body had been tackled down hard onto the ground by someone, making both of them thrown off to the side of the street in the process. Everything happened was so fast and he was too astounded to speak or react as he was trying to figure out what was really happening to him at the time. A loud sound of tires screeching was all he could hear before he could see there was a black muscle car was speeding away recklessly leaving the scene without even bother to turn the headlights on. His heart was still beating furiously from the prior incident but as soon as he managed to collect himself, his face turned in full shades of red as he just realized that he had ended up on top of a built muscular male that he was so very familiar with.
"Are you okay?" Cena asked while his arms still wrapped around Morrison. He was worried if he had hurt Morrison when he was tackling him down earlier.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Morrison quickly disengage himself from the bigger man and gingerly stood up on his foot. He could feel his legs were still weak from the aftermath but he managed to balance himself not to fall before extending his hand to help Cena up.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you but someone is trying to run you down, Morrie," Cena explained as he dusted the dirt off his clothes. Morrison's mouth gaped open in surprise when he heard his assertion. He absolutely had no idea what he had done that people would have an intention to hurt him. As he was still trying to figure out who was the culprit behind this, Cena continued, "I just saw that car had been following you around since you left the bar, you know. I can't help but to feel very curious about this person who has been on your tail the entire time. So, I decided to follow you around wherever you go… so that I can keep my eyes on you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. I'm just trying to help."
Now, Morrison has figured out that the footsteps he heard were Cena's. Although he wasn't sure why he would had to sneak around like a thief instead of just warned him, Morrison was very grateful that Cena was happened to be there when everything happened. "No, actually… you did the right thing, John. You just…saved my life and I can't thank you enough for that. If it wasn't because of you, I don't know what the hell had happened to me. I might have ended up… dead or something," he said in a low weak tone while staring down at the pavement under his feet. He was totally in debt with him and he was too embarrassed to look at Cena in the face.
Cena put his hands on Morrison's shoulder, trying to comfort him, "Hey, don't say like that, okay? You're safe now and that is what really matters. Now, I wonder who the hell is that son of a bitch, anyway. He'll sure going to pay if I happen to find out who that guy is," he hissed his determination. Even though they were already broke up, Cena would never let anyone trying to mess with his ex-boyfriend. Never!
As he was still overwhelming with his rage, he could see Morrison's face was slightly contorted in pain. When he saw the younger male massaging his own arms and rolling his neck, he couldn't help but to ask him, "Are you sure you're okay? I think I've just tackled you pretty hard, am I?" Cena realized that he just made a mistake earlier. He just rammed Morrison too hard but that was something that he couldn't help since that was his nature for someone who was used to be an offensive lineman back in his college years. When he got the intention to ram, he always rammed hard. However, Morrison shook his head and smiled to him. Even though Cena wasn't too convinced by his respond, it was clearly not his right to force him to admit something he didn't want to.
"Well then, maybe I should take you back to the hotel. It's obviously not safe for you to be out here all by yourself. I ain't going to let anything happen to you again. Come on," Cena held Morrison's arm and began to help him to walk.
"Wait, wait…,"he called to stop and when Cena gave him a questioning look, "…but you got your arm scraped there, John. It looks like it needs to be treated," he said while pointing out at Cena's injured left forearm. Even though the cut wasn't that deep but the scratch was beginning to swell really badly.
Cena looked at his arm for a moment and shrugged casually, "Nah, it's nothing. It's just a minor scratch. I'll be fine," he assured him.
"Don't take this matter lightly. You'll probably get a risk of infection if we don't treat that wound sooner. You saved my life and I don't want you go dying later because of this so called minor injury that you claim it was. We need to get you to the hospital, John. It's better be safe than sorry."
Cena couldn't really argue with that. Morrison made a good point there. He never knew if a mild scratch like that would cause harm to him later on and he obviously didn't want that to happen. He nodded his head in agreement and held Morrison's arm as he helped the younger male to walk. Cena's eyes dropped for a moment as he could feel Morrison clutching his wrist for support and when their eyes met once again, the long-haired brunette gave him a warm, heart-melting smile - the smile that Cena had been missing so much. Cena smiled back at him appreciatively and proceeded on guiding the man in his arms carefully until they made it out of the street to the busy main road. It didn't take long for them to wait for the taxi and when the vehicle pulled up beside them, they both got into it and headed straight to the hospital immediately.
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"What are you trying to do, boy? Why are you doing this to your brother? Did you realize what have you done? You almost caused them to fall apart, for God sake, and I am very, very disappointed of you, Matthew! Why can't you just be happy for your brother for once? Why do you hate Randy so much? Why can't you just be nice to him? I thought I could rely on you but you act like a complete fool of yourself by making those stupid jokes on that man. You're an embarrassment to me! Now you listen to me, boy. You listen to me good. I want you to go out there and apologize to both of them, especially to Jeffrey. Grovel if you have to! As long as they aren't forgiving you, I ain't forgiving you either, boy. You're a disgrace, Matthew. A disgrace!"
"I can't believe you did this to me, Matt. Did you realize that your idiotic jokes had almost cost my marriage? I have lost my trust on my husband because of you, Matt. I blamed him for everything the entire time because I always thought that you're doing the right thing but God, I feel so fucking stupid for believing in you. You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"I don't wanna see your face again. Stop ruining our life and go spend the rest of your life with that cheap slut boyfriend of yours and don't even bother to come back here again. Ever! I fucking hate you!"
"You really think he loves you? You have no idea, don't you? He's just been using you, dammit! Don't you see that?"
"Don't be fooled by him, Matt. He's not as sweet as you think he is. He's a fake. Do not trust him."
*beep* "Hey, it's me…Cody. Look, there's something I need to talk about to clear things out. It is just something that I really should tell you long time ago. Matt… I think we should stop seeing each other from now on. I don't think our relationship seems to work out, and to be honest…I don't actually have feelings for you at all. I never have. The only reason why we were dating is because I felt sorry for you, and that's all - nothing more than that. In fact, our relationship was a mistake, a big mistake and I don't want to deal with this shit any longer. We're through, so stop calling me." *beep*
A single tear began to trickle down his cheek as he recalled everything he had been through for these past few days. Everything was so fucked up really bad and there was nothing could describe how painful his anguish was at the moment. He didn't know what else he should do to fix his mistakes. He tried but failed. He thought that nobody in this world would ever give a damn about him anymore. All the people he loves had abandoned him and he felt miserably forlorn.
Cody had made a decision to break up with him. After the night Morrison went berserk on them, Cody had always been avoiding him without reason. Matt tried to call and even texted him but none of them has been answered. Matt wasn't sure what has really gotten into him, not until the day he found out that Cody had been cheating on him and that man had left him a message last night to call off their relationship. His heart was crushed at once. Although he knew Cody had been lying to him the entire time, he couldn't help but to feel terribly hurt when Cody made such drastic declaration. He just loved Cody too much and he couldn't bare the thought of losing him. He was everything to him! Why does he have to face all of this mess? He really thought Cody was very happy with their relationship like he did but clearly he was mistaken. Once again, he was a complete fool to believe that Cody was so in love with him and he felt awfully guilty for what he had done to Morrison. He shouldn't have insulted that man in the first place. He shouldn't have to.
It was not just only losing his lover had made him miserable but losing his family as well had made things became even worst that it already was. His father was furious when he told him about what had happened. He strongly demanded him to ask for forgiveness and made amends to his brother but how could he possibly do that if Jeff didn't even want to see him nor answered his phone calls. He was completely pressured by the condition that his own family seems to disown him and he eventually had lost his faith and hope in himself somehow. He had caused more damage than good to everybody around him and for once, he really thought that he had no reason to exist in this world anymore.
With teary eyes, Matt looked at the dark sky above him as he heard a faint sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. He was now sat sprawling on a hotel rooftop, having yet another bottle of beer in his hand as he appreciated the peace ambience of the night beauty around him. The noisy atmosphere at the bar didn't help him at all to make him feel better. He had to go somewhere else quiet, some place that he could unwind his mind and he chose to sneak in to the hotel's rooftop instead. No one would ever found him there and he felt relieved to be away from everybody else.
Matt took a long last swig of his beer before throwing the empty bottle away, letting those little pieces of glasses shattered messily onto the ground. After a long time of pondering, Matt finally came to a decision to end his suffering, once and for all. He knew what he was about to do was plain wrong but he just don't have enough strength to go through with all of these torture anymore. He was too drunk to think clearly and this was the only way he could think to release his burden. Gingerly, he stood up on his foot and made his way to the ledge of the building.
More tears began to stream down his cheek as he recalled the memories of him and Jeff were always been so close and happy since they were little kids. He always took a good care of his brother ever since the departure of their beloved mother and their dad, who was being the single parent, worked so hard to raise both of them. The moment where they shared hugs of joy and victory was always been cherished in his heart forever and he loved his family dearly till the end.
Matt began to climb the ledge slowly. He took a moment to look down upon the busy city under him and breathed in deeply, considering that was the last air he would breathe before taking the next step. He took this very last moment to pray all the good things for his family and friends and he begged to God for forgiveness for the sin he was about to commit before leaving the world for good. His decision was final and there was no turning back this time. He couldn't take this torture any much longer and he wanted to end his misery as soon as possible.
With his eyes closed, Matt took one final deep breath before slowly, he let the gravity took over his body… .
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Once again, I would like to let you guys know that I've been working on this ficcy since last year (just like what I've mentioned in the first chapter) and I've finished writing it around April so to clear things out, the suicide attempt mentioned in this chapter doesn't have anything to do with Matt Hardy's real-life controversial 'issue' on YT. This is nothing more than just a mere coincidence and I don't intend to bring up this topic or make fun of him. And no, I'm not going to re-edit this story. I'm far too lazy to do that and if I did, it'll ruin the whole storyline of this ficcy and I don't really want to deal with that. I really hope you guys understand that :) .
Thank you for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
