A/N: This is the second chapter I'm posting today. As always, enjoy!

Melinda might have put me in the hospital, but I'm the one to blame for most of my problems.

I was officially walking the line between depression and madness. In the last few weeks I had been lashing out at everyone, and regretting it every time. I have gone completely insane.

Take Glenn for example. He traveled all the way here to see me and I told him I hated him. He brought a bag of clean clothes for me and bought me a new cell phone. I could have at least apologized for punching him in the nose.

And then there was Randy. We didn't even talk before I left. I just wrote a short note telling him not to find me. How insensitive was that? I leave the love of my life alone after a huge tragedy. It would have been better if I had just stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife.

But then again, I don't know how much of Melinda's story is true. Randy told me that nothing ever happened. She said they were in love. None if it made any sense.

His letter wasn't any help, either. Yeah, an actual paper letter showed up in the mail today. Randy decided it was better to write than call… or visit… or text… or e-mail. His note for me was shorter than the one I left for him.

"Hey, Little one…" Someone was nudging me back to the harsh reality. "Jessica?"

Matt pulled back the hood of my sweatshirt. I was curled up next to him on the couch in Helms' living room. It was a Friday morning in early November, ten days after my arrival in North Carolina. The Hardys had come over to keep an eye on me.

I removed my head phones and looked at Matt.

"What?" I whined. I have resorted back to being the bratty punk kid that I grew up as.

"What did Randy's letter say?"

I held it up so he could see it.

"I understand. I love you too," he read out loud. "Is that all there is?"

"Yep, short and bittersweet. Oh yeah, and this." I showed him the picture that was tucked into the envelope. It was a picture of Randy holding Keira in the hospital.

"Well if you ask me, something's up," Jeff put in, snatching the letter out of my hand. "That pretty boy should have flown out here, swept you off your feet, and dragged you back home. It's his fault you're in this mess."

"Jeff!" Matt barked.

"I'm just saying."

I put my head phones back on and sank deeper into my old Undertaker sweatshirt. Matt wrapped his arm around me and went back to flipping through the channels. They let me chill out for a while until Helms came home from the auto shop.

"Three hundred dollars!" he cried tossing me a piece of paper. "You take my truck out for one night and this is what I get."

The paper he tossed at me was a bill for the mirror I ripped off of his truck. I didn't expect a little mirror to cost so much.

"That mirror was a piece of crap. It shouldn't have ripped off so easily. Besides, duct tape fixes all," I joked. "And one roll is only a dollar."

I could tell he didn't like my witty humor. He started ranting about how immature I could be and how I can cause so much damage in a small amount of time.

"I told you I would pay you back." We had gone over this a thousand times. He was giving me a headache.

"Yes, but when?" He threw his hands up as if to be asking the gods.

"How much was the bill?" Matt asked.

"Three hundred and thirty two dollars," Helms replied keeping his eyes on me. He has been watching like a hawk for the past week. I think he believes I'm going to snap and tear down his house.

Matt gave me a smile as he pulled out his wallet.

"Hardy-boy, what are you doing?"

"Paying for this." He tossed some cash onto the coffee table.

"That's a lot of money Matt; I can't let you..." He cut me off.

"Sure you can."

"But…"

"Don't make me change my mind."

I didn't argue. If Matt wanted to pay off my debt, I was going to let him. Jeff looked shocked, but didn't say anything. He still owed Helms for the hole he punched in the wall.

Helms counted the money twice before relaxing. He seemed satisfied… until I asked to borrow his truck for tonight. This started the lectures again. I rolled my eyes when he actually told me I was 'grounded'. We argued a while before Jeff tossed his car keys at me.

I had a wrestling show tonight in a town two hours away. By the time I got to the small community center, everyone was there and the ring was already up.

"I thought I scared you off with that chair shot," Mike commented catching me as soon as I entered the building.

"I've taken worse," I admitted.

We joined a group hanging out next to a radio. They were busy talking about something.

"Is the new girl going?" someone asked pointing a thumb in my direction.

"Actually, we never talked to her," another wrestler replied.

"Count her in," Mike put a hand on my shoulder, "she needs some bonding time with us."

There was laughter as I gave them all a questioning look. Mike explained.

"We're all getting tickets to the Raw show coming to Charlotte. It's in a month."

My eyes went wide. A RAW SHOW!? This was not a good idea.

"Uh, I can't. I've got… things to do…then…"

"This isn't really an option for you, newbie." There was more laughter.

Well, maybe it would be okay. I highly doubt they can get seats close enough to the ring for anyone to see me. It might actually be fun… maybe.

I left to find the blocked off hallway we called a locker room. My mind was going crazy. It felt like I was being dragged to my death. In a month, I was going to be in the same building as Randy. If I hadn't talked to him by then, I would have to do it that night. He is going to be so mad at me.

"Amanda, are you okay? Amanda?" Oh yeah, they know me as Amanda here.

Megan was standing next to me. "Yeah, I'm great. I'm just having problems…"

She took a step back. "Ooookay…"

"Boy problems," I clarified.

"Oh, well, you wanna tell me about it?"

"It's just my…um… boyfriend had this female friend who became obsessed with him."

"Did she try anything?"

"You don't know the half of it. She made my life a living hell."

"Did anything happen between them?"

"I really don't know." I kicked the wall. "That's the thing that gets me. I don't know who is lying and who is telling the truth. She says he was going to leaving me."

"What did your boy say?"

"I haven't seen him after I talked to her."

"Well, you should really talk to him before you get worked up. It might be all lies. She might be trying to scare you off. I'm sure if he was going to leave you, he would have said something."

Megan left me alone to think things over. She was right; I needed to talk to Randy… something easier said than done. I had to go and tell him I'm sorry…

Wait, why was I the one who had to go to him? He knows where I am and he hasn't even called. Why did I have to act first?

Cuz you're the one who left him, a nagging voice reminded me. You're the one who ran.

GAH! Why do things always have to be so hard? I love Randy. I believe Randy. Melinda is a liar. I'm declaring that right now. She is out of her mind. Randy didn't do anything with her. I have no reason to be mad at him, but he has every right to be mad at me, which is why I'm so nervous about seeing him.

My mind was miles away the rest of the night. You couldn't tell it though, like a trained professional I left everything in the ring. I actually remembered to duck the chair this time.

"Some of the finest work I've seen in a while," Jay, the owner of the company, told me. "I can tell you were trained by the best."

The rest of the show blurred together. Before I knew it I was driving Jeff's car back to Helms'. I crashed on the couch still in my wrestling gear.

The smell of coffee woke me up the next morning.

"Rough night?" Helms asked holding out a mug.

"You could say that."

He sat down next to me and turned on the TV. "So do you have a plan, or are you just going day by day here?"

I thought for a while. I had no idea what to do next. "Last night I was told I was going to the Raw show next month. I guess I'll have to figure things out by then."

"Oh yeah… the show on December 15th. I was kinda hoping you would be gone by then."

"I love you too, Helms."

"No offense, but you're acting really childish."

"Says the guy who reads comic books."

"I'm just saying. You can't hide here forever."

He was right, but I didn't have much time to think it over as my new cell phone started to ring. A strange number flashed on the screen. I had no idea who was calling, but then again my phonebook wasn't programmed into my new cell.

"Hello?" I answered.

"You wanna tell me what's going on, kid?" a voice asked on the other side. My mouth dropped open. This was not good. "Kid, you there?"

"Um, yeah Uncle Mark. I'm here."

Helms turned the TV volume down. His eyes were on me.

"Mark?" He whispered with a look of horror. I nodded before running into the other room.

I was a bit scared. My 'uncle', The Undertaker, is a man you do not mess with. The fact that he is calling me means that I'm in serious trouble.

"So, what's up?" I nervously asked when I was alone.

"Don't give me that, Jessica."

"Sorry."

"What happened between you and your dad?"

"Well… we had a little disagreement…" I bit my lip. He was intimidating even on the phone.

"About…?"

What were we fighting about when I punched him? "I don't remember."

There was a sigh. "You really are your father's daughter." I've heard that one before.

"So… is that all you called about?"

"Not really. Sara wants you to come to Thanksgiving in two weeks." The way he said this was more a command and not an invitation.

"Okay, I can do that."

"Also, you're coming with me to the Survivor Series PPV that Sunday." Again, a command.

"Okay…"

"Good. I'll call you later in the week to work out the details."

He hung up without saying goodbye.

Helms was leaning on the door frame when I got up. "What was that all about?"

I shook my head and tossed the phone aside. "I think I just pissed off the Undertaker…"

A/N: Next chapter Thanksgiving with The Undertaker. Oh what fun!