Disclaimer: If I seriously owned anything in this story, do you think I'd be writing it? Exactly. I own Charity Burns, her family members, and all the other OCs. Nothing else. Zip. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Notadamnthing. :) Kapeesh? :)

A/N: Heyyo!! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. I was going to wait another day to post this chapter... but I simply cannot. It's too good in my opinion. I mean I really like what I wrote for this one. It's almost cryptic in some sense (have I taken a page from the book of Matt Hardy? I dunno) and it makes me smile even though it's a very depressing part. I'm gonna try to update Thursday! Enjoy!

-Third Person POV-

She's sobbing hard and cold, staring at the blue, velvety dress that lies in front of her. She still has to go out there tonight. The match is Kyle, Zach Ryder and Curt Hawkins vs. Matt and Jeff Hardy and Shannon Moore. It is a last minute match that Vickie put together after one of the other guys is injured and a spot needs to be filled.

She can't believe what he did. She can't believe what he did either. She really can't believe what he did. Three different men with only one of them were having the intention of hurting her. She sobs harder knowing that everyone in that room knows her business is spread out for half of the Smackdown roster to know. It's not fair.

She continues to cry, unaware that two suddenly dull green eyes are watching as she cries, her back to the eyes. It pains the eyes to see her like that. The night was not supposed to be like this, not at all.

He wants to speak with her but fears what his lips will do once prompted. What's that called…? 'Word Vomit'? He didn't need any of that. He's screwed up enough as it is.

She stares at the dress and touches it, admiring the fabric with a soft curl of her lips. She knows too that it's not supposed to be like this. She wishes he was there to comfort here. He'd never be there to comfort her again. She thinks of this and starts to sob all over again.

He wishes to take all her pain and throw it on himself. He'd do anything to see her happy right now and he can't do anything at all. He wishes to hit and murder him, but doesn't. No need to make matters worse. Then again, she did a pretty good job of that herself. He's sporting a nasty black eye. Maybe she should consider a career in boxing.

He deserved every slam to his face. The green eyes would like to add more than bruises to his memory. Stupid asshole.

More sobs escape from her lips as she flings her arms over her eyes and sobs. His heart breaks even more. It wouldn't be like this if he'd gotten to her first. It shouldn't have to be like this. He didn't mean for this to happen. It was all in good fun, taking it and it just happened at a wrong time. He wished to help her somehow. He was one of the last people she wanted to see.

She wanted nothing. She wanted to go home. She wanted to forget the entire day so far. She just wanted her life back. He sighs softly – soft enough so she doesn't hear him watching her – and walks down the hallway. He wonders if his friends are mad at him. Probably not. They're madder at black eye than him. Everyone is mad at black eye.

Especially the 'twin.' People should listen more often. Green eyes sighs and looks around him. Most Valued Player sends him a look of pity and remorse – he ignores it and continues on.

Where are Bonnie and Clyde? Probably nursing their wounds. Good for Bonnie, she needs to be slapped again. Green eyes can hear the brothers' soft chatter in the catering room, voices muttering over plans for helping her. No one could help her at the moment, she couldn't even help herself.

Green eyes sighs. He needs to get ready for his match. He passes Abs. He too sends him a pity look, who told Abs? Would it get to the boss? Would they all be fired? He wasn't sure. He couldn't think of that. He couldn't think of anything but her. He needs a relief. He won't get one. He has to go back to his lockerroom and get his clothes… he has to pass friends to do that. It's going to be bad.

"What happened, man?" Reality star asks, looking concerned. Green eyes ignores him and grabs his bag, angry with himself. Reality Star sighs. "I'm sorry, man, I really am. He's an asshole, you know that right?"

Of course he knows it.

"He's right, you know," Abs says, coming in from the open door. "He's an asshole. Anything we can do for ya, man?"

Go away, Green eyes thinks.

"Let's just go," Reality Star mumbles, finally catching on. "Our match is first."

Green eyes is alone again. His heart feels heavy and he doesn't know if he'll ever make another joke. You can't disguise a heart while it's breaking. He sighs again and looks around the lockerroom. He wishes to talk to her so badly. He'd never know what to say.

He feels like a moron. He wishes he could take it back. He feels like he's losing his sense of wrong and right. He sighs, watching as Most Valued Player walks by, talking to Country Asian. He wishes to talk to his friends without feeling like a major asshole.

He wishes he could just hold her.

She, across the arena wishes she could just hold him.

I'm failing apart.

The last few lines mean smile. Go figure them out. Will respond to a couple PMs in the morning... I need sleep, haha. Read and review, and update I shall. :)