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Thanks for the reviews, everyone. It was supposed to be up on Saturday, but *grumble grumble*... I won't get into it. Let's see, you guys won't be any happier by the end of this chapter. There's a lot of Chris hate floating around in this one. And there's a promise of future violence, on Matt and Punk's part. Well, we'll see where things go.

Well, here's part fourteen.

The first thing Chris did as soon as he regained himself was call Jake. "Hello? Chris? What's going on? There's rumors flying, but I know they can't be true..."

"Jake, I need you to do me a favor," Chris said urgently.

"What do you need?"

"I need you to go to the hospital and tell me if Matt and Punk are alright," he said, "Please, just check for me. Don't mention my name, but... please. I need to know if they're alright."

"Okay, but Chris..."

"Please," Chris said, shutting his eyes thinking about what Matt and Punk must've went through last night, "Please. Don't ask any questions. Just do this for me."

"Alright," Jake said, "But so you know, I don't believe it. I know you're better than that. And the way you look at him- Chris, you could never hurt Matt."

"I hope you're right," Chris sighed, "And thanks, Jake. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I have some idea, Chris." Jake was quiet for a moment. "And I'm sorry this had to happen to you." Jake hung up, and Chris looked out the window. He knew what rumors were going around. Everyone who was in here told everyone else what they knew about what happened to Matt and Punk, two of the friendliest guys on the roster. And soon, Chris was going to be on everyone's shit list.

He put on another shirt. He grabbed the blood splattered shirt, somehow unable to part with the confusing clue to what happened last night, and put it in a plastic bag. He still didn't remember putting that shirt on, but that wasn't the issue. All he could think about was Punk, bleeding from his head, and his Matt, under someone, possibly him, unable to move, muscle relaxants of the most powerful kind coursing through his system...

This couldn't be happening.

No matter how many times Matt insisted he was alright, no one seemed to believe him. Jay told Jeff what happened to Matt, and Jeff practically forced him to have a check up. The doctor gave Matt a clean bill of health, and then he searched out Punk.

He went to the front desk and said, "I need the room of Phillip Jack Brooks."

"One moment, please." The lady looked it up, and she said, "Room 345."

Matt thanked her and went up to Punk's room. There, Punk was lying down, eyes closed. There was a bandage around his forehead, and Matt bit his lip in horror. He was the reason Punk was like this, because Chris wouldn't take no for an answer. Because Chris wanted him. Because Chris wouldn't let him be.

Punk opened his eyes and smiled weakly. "Hey Carolina."

"Hey Punk." Matt walked over and sat next to the bed. "So, will you be alright?"

"17 stitches," he said, "But otherwise, I'm alright. Better question; are you okay?"

"I'm not the one with the giant gash on my head," Matt said.

"But I'M not the one he was actually after," Punk said, "I know whoever it was wanted you. He stole my keycard for a reason."

Matt looked down. "I'm alright." He remembered not being able to move as a pair of lips moved against his, as his legs were spread open, but he shook away the feeling.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Punk snickered. "You know, you still can't lie to me."

"Punk..."

"Carolina. It's okay. You were hurt last night. We both were." Punk grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "But soon, we'll be the ones doing the attacking."

Matt looked at him. "Chris will pay. I promise."

"I just don't get that bastard," Punk said, "I mean, he pretty much was making progress. You have feelings for him..."

"I don't," Matt said quickly.

"But you do. You have feelings for the man you thought Chris was. So much that you even broke up with blondie for him. And then he does some fucked up shit like this..."

"Adam," Matt said, looking down, "God, this is all like karma, right? Payback for leaving him, for breaking his heart..."

"You are not being punished, and you did not deserve this," Punk said, "And I do not deserve to still have to protect my title from your nutso little brother with the grand kanyon on my forehead. We are the victims, and don't you forget that. Oh, and if you want to work things out with Adam, then you can. Adam'll forgive you... I mean, Adam does miss you."

"He misses me a lot," Matt said, "How could I have pulled him through all this shit for someone like Chris? How could he forgive me?"

"Well, you can ask him yourself," Punk said, pointing forward. Matt looked up and saw Adam at the doorway.

Adam looked down and said, "Sorry if I'm interrupting."

"It's okay," Punk said.

"Are you okay, Punk?" Adam asked, "I mean, the..." He pointed at his own head.

"As alright as a whore who just found out she's pregnant and has gonorrhea," Punk said, in a fake cheery manner. Matt laughed a little, and he smiled at Adam softly. Adam smiled back and Punk shook his head. "Why don't you take this outside? Any more cute and I'm going to puke."

Matt stood up and walked to the door. Adam opened it wider, holding it as Matt went outside. Adam followed him and he said, "Well."

"Well," Matt repeated. They just stared at each other, but then Adam held him.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I had no idea something like that was going to happen to you."

Matt shook his head. "It's not your fault."

Adam stepped back and looked him over. "Do you know how scared I was when they told me what happened? Although no one seems to know exactly what happened to you..."

"That doesn't matter," Matt said.

Adam decided not to push any further, and Matt was glad for it. He just wanted to hold Adam, to thank him just for being him... for not being Chris Irvine. "Have you or Punk talked to the police yet?" He asked.

"No, and we're not going to," Matt said, "I think... and I know Punk'll agree... that we can together make Chris pay better than the stupid law enforcement system can."

Adam laughed. "Oh Lord, have mercy on whoever crosses Matthew Moore Hardy and Phillip Jack Brooks. You must have some killer thoughts."

"We do."

Adam patted his shoulder and said, "Alright. I'm happy you're okay, and that Punk is. If you ever need me, you know how to reach me. I'd do anything for you." Adam turned around and began to leave, but Matt grabbed his arm. He turned him around and kissed him softly on the lips.

Matt pulled back and said, "I'm sorry about everything, Adam. Thanks for worrying about me... and for being there for me. I hope we can talk later about possibly fixing things."

Adam stroked Matt's hair. "I'd like that." Matt hugged him, and Adam squeezed back. A sly, satisfied smile crossed Adam's face as Matt held him. All he could think was that things were finally becoming right again.

Chris knew he couldn't hide in his room forever. He wanted to stay there until he could remember what happened last night, but he had a job; and Smackdown had to go on. Only Punk was given the greenlight to sit out, while everyone else had to go. Chris changed into his suit and then drove down to the arena.

He felt angry eyes on him as he walked into the catering room. He got a small pie and a drink and sat at the emptiest table. But, before he could eat it, his face was pushed into the pie.

"Sorry," Glenn said, not looking very sorry at all, "Just tripped."

Chris wiped the pie from his face and got up. He decided to leave, but then he tripped. he looked up and saw Tyson Kidd and Natalya Neidhart smiling at him; he didn't know which one tripped him, but they were both happy he fell.

Shit, it was like High School all over again. Except this time, he knew things were just going to get worse... especially if Jeff got his hands on him. How could Chris explain that he had no idea what happened, and that the idea of someone hurting Matt the way they did horrified him?

And Chris was afraid that they were right; that it could have been him. He wanted Matt so badly... and he was drunk... but to beat Punk like that, and then to do the unthinkable to Matt like that... he didn't want it to be him. He hoped it wasn't him. But all the proof was there.

He stood in his locker room and locked the door; everyone loved either Matt, or Punk, or the both of them. He could imagine their friends coming for revenge. He just wanted it all not to be true.

He looked at the match schedule; he would only make a promo today. His match was supposed to be against CM Punk, so they decided to off it. He guessed he was lucky; if he was in a match, he'd probably get his ass kicked. By any means necessary.

I have to find out what really happened that night. I'm going crazy thinking about it. Do I deserve this? God, if I really did this, then let them stone me. Matt doesn't deserve that. But I need to know if I'm innocent or not.

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