Author: Night Dragon
Disclaimer: Character don't belong to me.
Notes: I am thinking of re-doing this one though not right now at the
moment. Though again I hope you like it... or not.
_______________________________________________________________Coward
By Night Dragon
Payback's a bitch. I stalked off after that match. Dammit, X-pac
didn't expect it. The fucking midget ass hole. I smirked loving this.
Smackdown was one hell of a night. The Rattlesnake was still on the
lose, and Mick Foley was seriously not in the right mood to be making
decisions.
I sighed and noticed Stephanie walking out. Looks like the once so
called `happy' couple can't be together. It's sad in a
way. Triple
fucking H probably couldn't stand her messing up his matches, so he
just let her go, and happened to enter Kurt Angle arms.
Shit, aren't they the perfect role models of the Millennium. I walked
down the locker room avoiding any signs of DX or the Rattlesnake. I
glanced and saw the Hardy Boyz with Lita. They were probably talking
about their match with D'lo and the others.
I felt jealous in a way. Jeff and Matt are brothers. When one
betrayed the other, it would've been something neither could ever
bare. That's why that it's never happened, even though they have
suffered the same as me, they went persevered pretty well.
Edge and Christian played with their hearts on strings, and then it
all blew up. Both of them were suffering... Quietly I stepped back
and walked away.
I know how they feel. I've been through it. Shit, they should
continue on what they are doing. They should get back at the two with
more hatred for all the shit they have had to go through. They should-
-
"Billy!" I stopped and turned. The colorful haired Hardy stopped
about a feet away from me.
"Hm?"
"I would like to greet you back to WWF," he said and held out his
hand. I looked at him for a moment, searching his eyes, and then
shook his hand. He smiled.
"So, how's it been going?" Jeff asked.
"Good. Not the best thing in the world, but I should be all right."
Jeff looked around for a moment and then looked at the ground as if
wanting to say something. He looked at me and finally said,
"Have you talked to Jesse yet?"
"Yes..." My voice went to a growl.
"...I guess it didn't turn out well then..."
"No, it basically went nowhere."
"Billy... you should give him another chance."
"Why the hell should I?! After the damn hell I've been through
trying
to get back to my feet, and now you are asking me to go back to that
fucking son of a bitch!? Jeff, you of all people should know about
the hell I have to go through," I yelled, but then was shocked by my
own words. Jeff's eyes darkened, while I stood there stunned by what
I had just said. "Jeff, Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring back
the past..."
"It's ok. You're right. Matt and I are the only people that come
close to how you've been treated. Total betrayal. But, you don't
know
what the hell Jesse's been going through."
"Tch, He got into a little bitch fight with X-pac to see who could
get to blow on Triple H first."
Jeff looked at me with a shocked look, but it soon faded.
"You think that. Shit, do you really think that's what's been
going
on?"
"I know it has been going on. Jesse is nothing but the fucked up,
sorry ass Game." My voice was now as cold as ice.
"Billy, you haven't heard the whole thing."
"Why should I? You're probably going to say that he's been moping
around feeling like the shit he is."
".... Jesse does care for you dearly. You have to believe that."
"Yeah, sure whatever you say." I walked a couple of steps away from
Jeff and turned around and looks at him again. "Jeff, you've been
through this same shit before. Hearing the words of so called fucking
love only to let it control you like a fucking puppet. Making you
believe that you actually have the same feelings. Now, in
replacement, is the hatred that was meant to be there," I snarled. He
looked away, Shit! Shit! Shit! I crossed the damn line again. He
looked down for a moment avoiding my eyes.
"Yes... I told you before. I know what the hell you've been
fucking
through." He looked at me with narrow eyes and stepped closer towards
me. "I've been through the same hell as you. Matt's been
through the
same path." Finally only one step away, Jeff looked at me with
fury, "Jesse fucking loves you. As much as you may deny it, he does
feel something for you. During those six months you've been gone,
he's been going through the same hell as you."
"Bullshit." I snapped.
"Yeah, everything is bullshit to you now. But you want to know
something else? Road Dogg isn't here. He is not fucking here because
he did something that no one would ever expect for him to do." I
didn't back down from his gaze. "Jesse James. The so called Triple H
bitch went up against Steve Austin. Jesse James, jumped Stone Cold.
He did some sort of damage, but not much. He is now stuck in a damn
hospital, healing from the wounds he got from the Rattlesnake."
I could feel a pain go through my body as the thought sank in.
"And you want to know why?" Jeff continued,
Shutupshutupshutupshutup! "He did it for you. He fucking almost got a
concussion because he wanted to get payback for what Steve Austin did
to you." Shit... dammit... fuck....
Jeff looked at me, searching... then took a step back.
"Yes, Billy. During that time. Yes, we are alike." His voice went to
a calming tone. "But that's where our similarities ends. Because I am
not the coward, I am not the one who is now deluding himself thinking
he feels nothing. Billy, I fucking still love Christian. I know you
feel the same about Jesse. Now you've got to admit that to
yourself,"
with that, Jeff left in silence.
I stood there not knowing what to say or think. Jesse. He got hurt
because of what happened to me. He did it for me... dammit. I glared
at the direction Jeff took off in. Goddamn Hardy.
"Fuck..." why the hell did he have to be right?