Finally getting back into the swing of things now. It's been like four updates just this week, and I'm trying to stay up to date with school work, because after next week, it's a week of summer tests, but then it's the holidays so I'm holding on for that.

In reply to the reviews:

Maashmellow: I know, poor Seth was like completely abandoned, but she opened it, and you find out in this chapter why she wasn't opening it in the first place. And, yeah, Team Phil's not looking too great right now, whilst Team Matt is patching up and ready for another fight. But, with the departure of the Bella twins, and Jeff and Matt's internal conflict, it'll be hard to tell which gang is actually the stronger.

LeCrazz: don't worry about, God, you review on like nearly every chapter. I'm surprised when I get one review to be honest, because when I put into perspective: one person read my story, and thought it was good enough to follow/favourite/review, and they thought it was good enough to emotionally invest themselves in it. No Aj/Punk confrontation here, but plenty to come later on.

jcott3: You find out here what happens to Jeff, and Seth, who by the way is NOT dead. I'll probably end up killing off a character or two, but I don't know if I could find it in my heart to kill Seth, so he'll probably be one of the few with a happy ending. Aj and Punk will probably live, but I can't guarantee them ending up together(I'm sorry, I'm a bitch, please don't hate me). Aj's just in a bad mood right now, which is obviously understandable, but this will lead to confrontation between her and Punk later on.

AddictedFanfiction: You're actually the cutest! I love replying to reviews, I love the feeling that you're real people who care enough about this story to take time out of your day to write a review, and it's really important to me that I take the time to respond to them. Matt's reaction next chapter, but he's more pissed at himself than them, and he's got bigger things on his mind.

Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited and reviewed! It means the world to me! 3

Here's chapter fourteen! Tell me what you think!

Ciara x

Jeff Hardy finally came round to the sound of his mobile ringing. Between wincing from the pain pulsing through his body, and trying to figure out where the hell his phone was, it occurred to him that it was weird how the attackers hadn't taken his phone. Sure, it wasn't exactly state of the art, but if he was going to mug someone, he would have at least taken their phone.

Which meant they hadn't been muggers after all.

He eventually located his phone on the side of the road next to him, which was miraculously still ringing, sending a searing pain through his skull every time it did. He tried to reach over to it, but his left arm hurt like a mother, and it was almost impossible to even move.

Groaning to himself, he managed to sit up slightly and shuffle over towards his phone, which had stopped ringing, but still, he realised it could be his ticket back home. Reaching out with his right hand, he managed to reach out and grab it, his whole body protesting against the movement.

He stared at the screen for a moment before switching it on. The light blinded him at first, and made his head spin, but after a couple of seconds he got used to it. Staring up at the starry sky, he pulled himself up into a sitting position, his breathing heavy and his muscles aching.

Leaning back against an old brick wall, he began writing a text.

Come help me. Don't know where I am. Randy might.

He knew it was vague and probably wouldn't help Matt find him, but it was a start, and at least Matt wouldn't think he was dead or whatever. He decided to leave out the part about the attack. That would just make Matt worry even more.

He clicked send, and sleep soon conquered him.

Michelle McCool woke up to the sound of wailing in her apartment. Loud, banshee-like screaming echoing around the walls of the small dwelling. Glancing over at Layla's empty bed, she figured the other girl had gave in and let Seth inside. She never did have good will power.

Making her way out to the kitchen/living room, she noticed Seth on the couch, his body writhing as if he was in severe pain. It reminded her of someone being tortured, he looked as if he was dying.

Then again, reliving John's final moments probably was torture for Seth. Watching your brother die; she couldn't even imagine. Seth screamed again, causing Michelle to jump, and she spilled some of her freshly made coffee on her arm. She silently cursed Layla as she wiped it off.

She liked Seth, she really did; he was like a little brother to her, but having him sleep with them every night was going to be tedious. She struggled atrociously with sleep as it was already, and Seth's screaming every few minutes wasn't going to help her. She could already hear the neighbours complaining as well, like the bitchy bunch they were. One more complaint and her and Layla were gone.

Not to even mention how mad Phil would be. He had demanded that none of them let Seth in after he found out he'd left Dean's place. A way to force Seth to go back home, but it hadn't worked. Layla had given in.

She sighed as she realised Layla definitely wasn't here. She'd probably ran off somewhere, to Dean's or someone's, so that she'd be able to sleep, leaving Michelle alone to deal with Seth. Like the little bitch she was, Michelle thought how annoying and selfish Layla could be, and then instantly felt bad. Layla was her best friend, basically a sister to her, and she trusted her more than anything.

But still, letting Seth in and then leaving was a selfish thing to do.

But Michelle was used to it by now. Layla would do something completely and utterly stupid, then come crying to Michelle when she didn't like the outcome, and Michelle always, always had to pick up the pieces.

Take when the two of them were living in New York, for example. Michelle had pleaded, begged with Layla not to join the gang, she'd known they were bad news from the start. Did Layla listen? No. Then, when Layla told her she was going out that night, Michelle had tried everything to persuade her not to go. Did Layla listen then? No. Then, who had Layla come weeping to after she realised what she'd done? Michelle. The very same Michelle she hadn't listened to in the first place.

Michelle jumped again, as Seth's screams brought her back to reality.

Phil Brooks sat on a couch in his living room, surrounded by Dean, Roman and Layla. He'd called them over to discuss everything, but he wasn't sure how to start.

"So, is there a reason for this, or do you just like waking people up in the middle of the night?" It was Dean who spoke. Phil shot him a quick glare, but other than that, did not respond.

"They know where we are. It's just a matter of time before they come attack us again, and we can't let them. It's no good just defending all the time, we gotta do some of the attacking," Phil spoke slowly and deliberately, making sure they understood.

"Okay, sure, whatever. Still failing to see why you couldn't have told us in the day," Dean again. Phil resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

"And what about Seth and Michelle?" Layla's voice addressed the elephant in the room.

"Well, since you decided to let Seth in after I precisely told you not to, I had-"

Layla rolled her eyes. "You want him to be on the streets?" Her question was quiet, and she said it with half a smile, but the force was still there, the message was crystal clear.

"Anyway," Phil said, turning away from Layla. "You can tell Michelle the plan later. And as for Seth, he's not coming."

"No," Dean and Roman said, at exactly the same time, and Layla nodded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want your best friend to be a fucking murderer?" Phil's voice as cold, and the authority in it made it seem like he was shouting instead of barely talking.

"No. No, I'm not going behind his ba-" Roman began, but Phil cut him off.

"I think you're forgetting I'm not the only one he walked out on." Phil said, as he stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen. His voice had been quiet, but icy, and the message was there, standing tall.

There was silence for a moment as the three of them considered it.

"Alright, I'll do it, and I say Michelle will as well. But only if you make sure Seth doesn't find out," Layla said. "I don't want him turning on me as well, then he'll have nowhere to stay,"

Dean gave her a cold stare, and then proceeded to fix his eyes on an imaginary spot on the floor. "Seth won't find out." Phil said from the kitchen. "Definitely,"

"Okay, I'm in," Dean was probably the most surprised of all of them when the words came out of his mouth. But he knew it was the right thing to do. There was no way Phil was going to let Seth fight, and if he had the choice Dean knew Seth would want him to fight. At least he hoped he would.

Roman was the last to agree, with a quiet 'I'll fight,' which he knew would leave him feeling guilty for the rest of his life, but he had to do this. And Seth wouldn't find out anyway. Everything would be fine.

What Seth didn't know wouldn't hurt him.