Title: She's A McMahon, Damn It! -Chapter 7.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
She fled from Jeff and Shane, running as fast as she could. She ended up at a park, crying hysterically. It was dark and cold but she didn't care. Walking around the park, she calmed down slightly. Looking at her watch, she realised it was one in the morning. She'd been walking around for three hours but it certainly didn't feel like it. Sitting on the bench, she sighed and wiped some fresh tears. She hugged herself trying to keep warm as she was only wearing a boob top. Feeling tiredness overtake her body, she laid on the bench and fell asleep. Around six the next morning, she woke up and slowly walked back to the hotel. She expected Jeff to have been sleeping but when she entered, she saw him sitting on edge of the bed, head in hands.
"Hey, where have you been?" he asked tiredly, obviously through lack of sleep. Taylor stood by the door, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Walking around. I didn't think you'd want to see me," she replied, her eyes full of regret and fear. "Jeff, I was going to tell you, I swear, but things are complicated," she explained, her voice cracking.
"You know how I feel about liars, Taylor."
"What are you trying to say?" Seeing the look in his eyes, she began to understand. "Fine, I'll leave. But just be aware of the situation and something happened on my sixteenth that makes this entire thing complex." He looked at her questioningly but before he had a chance to ask her anything, she had grabbed her bag and disappeared. Frustrated, he slammed the wall with the palm of his hand. Taylor deposited her bag in the bonnet of her car before getting in and starting to drive off. Through misty-eyes, she continued the three-hour journey back home. At eleven o'clock, she arrived back at the apartment. She retrieved her bag and entered the house. She was a bit surprised to see her friends there, with a few exceptions.
"Hey, how are you back so early?" Amanda asked looking up from the books they were all studying from.
"Oh umm, something came up," she mumbled, scattering to her room. She was in no mood to talk. Not only had her family found her, but also she'd broken up with her boyfriend. She figured a few hours sleep would make her feel at least faintly better. But it turned out she couldn't rest. Sighing in defeat, Taylor went to the kitchen. She made herself a sandwich but lost her appetite. She threw it in the bin and stared at the counter for a moment before a knocking at the door disturbed her thoughts. Seeing that none of her friends were going to answer, she reluctantly did so. A glimmer of a hope deep down, made her think Jeff had come to apologise but it was only Paula and two of her snobby friends. Taylor sighed that it wasn't him and walked to the sofa to sit with her friends. They had some exams coming up soon but she wasn't in the mood to study.
"Are you okay, Taylor?" Amanda asked.
"Just leave it please. I'm not in the mood to talk," she replied, tiredly.
"She was just asking!" Hannah commented, rudely. Taylor ignored her and pulled her headphones on to listen to her new Creed album. It did cause some distraction to her thoughts and her friends. Her birthday was coming up in a few days...unfortunately. She would be twenty. But it was just a reminder. Four years since that night. Her eyes watered at the horrid memory. But remembering she was in the presence of her friends, she refused to let the tears fall. She watched as Hannah and Paula whispered to each other, while looking at Taylor. She knew they were talking about her but right now, she didn't care. She had other things to worry about.
Meanwhile, Jeff was in the locker room, also listening to Creed. He thought about Taylor as he did so. God, he regretted splitting with her but pride stopped him from calling her. He wished he'd let her talk. If only he'd run after her. If only he'd stop being so foolish and realise he was going to lose her for good. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or was angry that she hadn't told him, but he wanted her to open up. Besides, he was worried what Vince would say. And he knew it wouldn't be long before he was called into his office to talk about the situation, another hour at the most. He'd lost count of the times he picked up the phone but hung up before she answered. He was worried she wouldn't forgive him for just leaving. Somebody knocked at the door and one of stagehands entered, telling him that Vince wanted him. Hesitantly, he walked to his office.
"Come in," Vince yelled from inside. Stephanie and Shane we also in the room. "Jeff, please take a seat. We need to talk about the predicament."
"Vince, I'm confused myself. Taylor never told me she was a McMahon. She'd changed her name to Edwards so I didn't know. But this morning before she left, she said something happened on her sixteenth birthday that, from what I conclude, tore you all apart. She mentioned that she'd lost touch with her family a few years ago," he explained, leaning forward in his chair.
"Yes well, something supposedly happened on her birthday but it seemed too absurd. I told her that it wasn't true and I still don't know if it did happen."
"Daddy, what happened on her birthday? You never mentioned anything to me and Shane," Stephanie asked, wondrously.
"Nothing Steph, leave it for now. Jeff, how's she doing?"
"She's fine, Vince. She's attending CALU and seems happy there. We broke up this morning though." They talked for a little while more before Jeff exited the room and returned back to the hotel. Vince wouldn't tell him what had apparently happened that night because he didn't want Steph or Shane to know just yet. Smackdown was in a few hours but he had just been told to take the night off so he was on his way to collect his things and return to the hotel. On his way back to the locker room, he bumped into Amy and Matt. They hadn't been informed about Taylor. In fact, nobody had. Matt asked where she was but Jeff just shrugged and carried on walking. He gathered everything then drove back to the hotel, in a daze. He wanted and needed her. He collapsed straight on the bed and looked out the window. It was a dark, rainy night but he could still see the stars. Taylor loved looking at stars. He figured she would be doing the same. And she was. She was still in the living room with
her friends but was too busy looking out the window and listening to Creed. She didn't hear her phone ringing but Amanda pulled her earphones out and told her. It was Amy. She debated whether on answering her cell but she finally accepted the call.
"Hi Ames," she greeted, pretending to sound happy.
"Hey Tay. Why have you left? And why is Jeff moping around the place," Amy asked, concerned.
"We, umm, we split up. He'll tell you everything. It's really complicated. Tell him I'm sorry but I didn't want to bring up past memories. Bye." Without giving Amy a chance to say anything further, she hung up. Everyone in the room looked at her but she scampered off to her room, finally letting her feelings go. She cried into her pillow until she fell asleep. It was eight o'clock the next morning when she eventually awoke. She had decided to go to college to get her mind. Dragging herself from the bed, she had a quick shower then made herself a cup of coffee. She went into her room to change and pulled on a pair of bright blue trousers with black squares on a black top with blue Japanese writing on. They represented her mood; blue, as she wasn't with Jeff and black because she was upset.
When she was ready, she walked to college, eating an apple on her way. She hadn't eaten for the past twenty-four and she was feeling weak as a result. When she arrived, Darren smiled evilly at her. Ignoring him, she found an empty table and sat down. She didn't have lectures for another half an hour and she needed some peace. But she didn't have much luck as her friends gathered around her. She forced a smile at them then continued listening to Pearl Jam. She didn't realise Darren approach her from behind. He leant down and held his face close to hers. Flashbacks reeled in her head as felt his hot breath on her neck. Involuntarily, her hand whipped around and she slapped him hard across. So hard that he fell to the floor. Grabbing her bag, Taylor ran inside to one of the classrooms, which was luckily empty.
"I wish you were here, Jeff," she cried to herself, holding the necklace he had given her a few week previous. Discovering the time, she went to her lecture. Students filled the room as they waited for the teacher to arrive. But instead Professor Thomas turned up.
"Professor Davidson has called in sick so I will be covering today's lecture," he announced, walking around the room. "Taylor, I didn't realise you'd be in college today after what happened the two nights ago."
"How the hell do you know what happened?" she scolded.
"What do you expect? They told me. They're worried about you."
"Well, they certainly weren't after he helped ruin my life." With that, she left the classroom leaving the other students wonder what they had just witnessed. Taylor returned back to the apartment and once again, packed her bags. She had to leave for a few days even though she had no idea. Her grandparents had gone to visit some relatives. She decided to book herself into a hotel for two nights. It would give her time to sort her head out and she could realise, to an extent anyway.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
She fled from Jeff and Shane, running as fast as she could. She ended up at a park, crying hysterically. It was dark and cold but she didn't care. Walking around the park, she calmed down slightly. Looking at her watch, she realised it was one in the morning. She'd been walking around for three hours but it certainly didn't feel like it. Sitting on the bench, she sighed and wiped some fresh tears. She hugged herself trying to keep warm as she was only wearing a boob top. Feeling tiredness overtake her body, she laid on the bench and fell asleep. Around six the next morning, she woke up and slowly walked back to the hotel. She expected Jeff to have been sleeping but when she entered, she saw him sitting on edge of the bed, head in hands.
"Hey, where have you been?" he asked tiredly, obviously through lack of sleep. Taylor stood by the door, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Walking around. I didn't think you'd want to see me," she replied, her eyes full of regret and fear. "Jeff, I was going to tell you, I swear, but things are complicated," she explained, her voice cracking.
"You know how I feel about liars, Taylor."
"What are you trying to say?" Seeing the look in his eyes, she began to understand. "Fine, I'll leave. But just be aware of the situation and something happened on my sixteenth that makes this entire thing complex." He looked at her questioningly but before he had a chance to ask her anything, she had grabbed her bag and disappeared. Frustrated, he slammed the wall with the palm of his hand. Taylor deposited her bag in the bonnet of her car before getting in and starting to drive off. Through misty-eyes, she continued the three-hour journey back home. At eleven o'clock, she arrived back at the apartment. She retrieved her bag and entered the house. She was a bit surprised to see her friends there, with a few exceptions.
"Hey, how are you back so early?" Amanda asked looking up from the books they were all studying from.
"Oh umm, something came up," she mumbled, scattering to her room. She was in no mood to talk. Not only had her family found her, but also she'd broken up with her boyfriend. She figured a few hours sleep would make her feel at least faintly better. But it turned out she couldn't rest. Sighing in defeat, Taylor went to the kitchen. She made herself a sandwich but lost her appetite. She threw it in the bin and stared at the counter for a moment before a knocking at the door disturbed her thoughts. Seeing that none of her friends were going to answer, she reluctantly did so. A glimmer of a hope deep down, made her think Jeff had come to apologise but it was only Paula and two of her snobby friends. Taylor sighed that it wasn't him and walked to the sofa to sit with her friends. They had some exams coming up soon but she wasn't in the mood to study.
"Are you okay, Taylor?" Amanda asked.
"Just leave it please. I'm not in the mood to talk," she replied, tiredly.
"She was just asking!" Hannah commented, rudely. Taylor ignored her and pulled her headphones on to listen to her new Creed album. It did cause some distraction to her thoughts and her friends. Her birthday was coming up in a few days...unfortunately. She would be twenty. But it was just a reminder. Four years since that night. Her eyes watered at the horrid memory. But remembering she was in the presence of her friends, she refused to let the tears fall. She watched as Hannah and Paula whispered to each other, while looking at Taylor. She knew they were talking about her but right now, she didn't care. She had other things to worry about.
Meanwhile, Jeff was in the locker room, also listening to Creed. He thought about Taylor as he did so. God, he regretted splitting with her but pride stopped him from calling her. He wished he'd let her talk. If only he'd run after her. If only he'd stop being so foolish and realise he was going to lose her for good. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or was angry that she hadn't told him, but he wanted her to open up. Besides, he was worried what Vince would say. And he knew it wouldn't be long before he was called into his office to talk about the situation, another hour at the most. He'd lost count of the times he picked up the phone but hung up before she answered. He was worried she wouldn't forgive him for just leaving. Somebody knocked at the door and one of stagehands entered, telling him that Vince wanted him. Hesitantly, he walked to his office.
"Come in," Vince yelled from inside. Stephanie and Shane we also in the room. "Jeff, please take a seat. We need to talk about the predicament."
"Vince, I'm confused myself. Taylor never told me she was a McMahon. She'd changed her name to Edwards so I didn't know. But this morning before she left, she said something happened on her sixteenth birthday that, from what I conclude, tore you all apart. She mentioned that she'd lost touch with her family a few years ago," he explained, leaning forward in his chair.
"Yes well, something supposedly happened on her birthday but it seemed too absurd. I told her that it wasn't true and I still don't know if it did happen."
"Daddy, what happened on her birthday? You never mentioned anything to me and Shane," Stephanie asked, wondrously.
"Nothing Steph, leave it for now. Jeff, how's she doing?"
"She's fine, Vince. She's attending CALU and seems happy there. We broke up this morning though." They talked for a little while more before Jeff exited the room and returned back to the hotel. Vince wouldn't tell him what had apparently happened that night because he didn't want Steph or Shane to know just yet. Smackdown was in a few hours but he had just been told to take the night off so he was on his way to collect his things and return to the hotel. On his way back to the locker room, he bumped into Amy and Matt. They hadn't been informed about Taylor. In fact, nobody had. Matt asked where she was but Jeff just shrugged and carried on walking. He gathered everything then drove back to the hotel, in a daze. He wanted and needed her. He collapsed straight on the bed and looked out the window. It was a dark, rainy night but he could still see the stars. Taylor loved looking at stars. He figured she would be doing the same. And she was. She was still in the living room with
her friends but was too busy looking out the window and listening to Creed. She didn't hear her phone ringing but Amanda pulled her earphones out and told her. It was Amy. She debated whether on answering her cell but she finally accepted the call.
"Hi Ames," she greeted, pretending to sound happy.
"Hey Tay. Why have you left? And why is Jeff moping around the place," Amy asked, concerned.
"We, umm, we split up. He'll tell you everything. It's really complicated. Tell him I'm sorry but I didn't want to bring up past memories. Bye." Without giving Amy a chance to say anything further, she hung up. Everyone in the room looked at her but she scampered off to her room, finally letting her feelings go. She cried into her pillow until she fell asleep. It was eight o'clock the next morning when she eventually awoke. She had decided to go to college to get her mind. Dragging herself from the bed, she had a quick shower then made herself a cup of coffee. She went into her room to change and pulled on a pair of bright blue trousers with black squares on a black top with blue Japanese writing on. They represented her mood; blue, as she wasn't with Jeff and black because she was upset.
When she was ready, she walked to college, eating an apple on her way. She hadn't eaten for the past twenty-four and she was feeling weak as a result. When she arrived, Darren smiled evilly at her. Ignoring him, she found an empty table and sat down. She didn't have lectures for another half an hour and she needed some peace. But she didn't have much luck as her friends gathered around her. She forced a smile at them then continued listening to Pearl Jam. She didn't realise Darren approach her from behind. He leant down and held his face close to hers. Flashbacks reeled in her head as felt his hot breath on her neck. Involuntarily, her hand whipped around and she slapped him hard across. So hard that he fell to the floor. Grabbing her bag, Taylor ran inside to one of the classrooms, which was luckily empty.
"I wish you were here, Jeff," she cried to herself, holding the necklace he had given her a few week previous. Discovering the time, she went to her lecture. Students filled the room as they waited for the teacher to arrive. But instead Professor Thomas turned up.
"Professor Davidson has called in sick so I will be covering today's lecture," he announced, walking around the room. "Taylor, I didn't realise you'd be in college today after what happened the two nights ago."
"How the hell do you know what happened?" she scolded.
"What do you expect? They told me. They're worried about you."
"Well, they certainly weren't after he helped ruin my life." With that, she left the classroom leaving the other students wonder what they had just witnessed. Taylor returned back to the apartment and once again, packed her bags. She had to leave for a few days even though she had no idea. Her grandparents had gone to visit some relatives. She decided to book herself into a hotel for two nights. It would give her time to sort her head out and she could realise, to an extent anyway.