f o u r t e e n .
All it took was one "EMMIE!" from Jeff Hardy and she was gone from my side. When she detached herself from me, my body turned cold immediately, but I stayed cool. Kind of. It was hard, to walk around and make small talk with everyone while also trying to keep my eye on Emma and Jeff.
I got lost in a conversation with Orton, and when I looked back at where Emma was a second ago - she was gone. Jeff was still there. Randy's voice faded as my head whipped around, looking for her.
"John? Are you alright?" Randy's wife, Ashley, asked.
"I can't see Emma. God, that child can't stay in one place!" I sighed heavily.
"The girl in the white dress? That's Vince's niece? Wow, I haven't seen her for a while. I didn't even know that was her." Randy said, his eyebrows raising slowly.
"So, are you like babysitting or something?" Ashley asked.
"Or something." I mumbled, still looking around for her.
"Oh! There she is!" Randy said, pointing. I looked over, and found her instantly.
Her shoulders were leaned against the wall, her lower body arching forward, smiling and laughing. There was a guy in black standing in front of her, leaning into her, too close. Too close.
I almost bolted over there and ripped him into pieces. But I couldn't, because Ashley and Randy were standing right there, watching me watch her. So I simply sighed heavily, looking back at them.
"Sorry." I apologized, shrugging slightly, not sure why I felt the need to apologize.
"Its understandable, obviously you've grown protective of her over the past week. I'm sure she's like a sister to you now, right?" Ashley asked, raising her eyebrows.
I could tell by the look she was giving me, that she was trying to cover my ass. She knew something.
"Yeah." I nodded, then shrugged, "I guess I'm a little over-protective. But she's been through a lot, and I'm not about to stand around and watch her get hurt."
They both nodded, and Randy looked over at her slowly.
"Well, um. If you're over-protective then you shouldn't look at what Kyle is doing to her." He said slowly, and I turned around immediately. As if I wasn't going to look.
"Who is that kid?" Ashley asked.
"Punk's brother." Randy explained. I was already walking toward them.
I watched Kyle kiss Emma, pulling back with her bottom lip between his teeth, then pressing his lips to hers again. Hands were in hair, bodies were tightly together, and it was obvious neither of them planned on stopping anytime soon. I was close, when Emma opened her eyes and looked right at me. She closed them again, continuing the kiss, and I stopped. I made a quick turn and went for someone else, acting as if I was looking all over for them.
I had to control myself. Killing that kid isn't going to make me look like a simple over-protective big brother type, it was going to make me look like a furious lover. Which is exactly what I was.
I don't understand how Emma could do something like this to me.
Okay, yes I do understand. She's still angry because I have Liz and she has nobody. This is her revenge, this is her saying 'Fuck you, I can have my own life outside of you too', this is her trying to hurt me as much as she's been hurting this entire time, in silence.
Well, her plan worked. I've been heartbroken before, really really bad, but nothing like this. This was really bad, this was like someone took a knife and cut my heart into pieces slowly. This was so bad, I almost wanted to cry. This heart break was almost more than I could handle. No, it was more than I could handle. I needed to leave, I needed to get Emma out of here. I needed to bring her back to the hotel room, and make love to her the entire night. Not sweet love making though. No, this time I need to fuck her brains out, remind her who it was that she really wanted. Hear her scream my name. I needed this so bad I could taste it.
I quickly excused myself from the ongoing conversation, between a few superstars around me, and I went over to where this Kyle person still had his tongue down my Emma's throat. That was practically my mouth he was sticking his tongue into, I knew it so well it might as well be mine.
"Emma. We're leaving." I said sternly, loudly. I almost yelled.
They both pulled back, and Emma looked up at me with sleepy eyes.
"Johnny." She smiled, walking around Kyle and coming to me immediately.
Good girl, I thought, still eying this guy in front of me.
"See ya." He mumbled, and stumbled away. He was drunk, it was obvious.
"Emma." I scolded, looking down at her.
She smiled, raising her eyebrows.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked, putting my hands on her shoulders.
"Noooooo." She shook her head, giggling.
"Yes, you have." I sighed heavily, "Let's get out of here."
"I need to say bye to Jeff!" She whined.
"You already did, don't you remember?" I lied, Emma's eyes widened.
"I did?" She asked, then started laughing again.
I pulled her out the door, without even telling Vince we were leaving, without letting her say goodbye to anybody. I needed to get her back to the hotel, immediately.
"I love you so much." Emma whispered from where was pressed into my side.
I looked down at her, watching her smile slightly. "I love you too."
She giggled and jumped up, grabbing my face and kissing me tightly. I kissed back, but pulled away quickly, putting my hands on her shoulders firmly, holding her away from me.
"Oh my god."
Emma and I both turned at the same time, and I began to feel my world crumble.
Watching us was none other than Jeff Hardy.