Title: She's A McMahon, Damn It! -Chapter 9.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
"What exactly happened on your sixteenth birthday?" he asked, wondrously.
"I don't want to talk about it. Please drop the subject," Taylor replied, sitting up. She pulled a t-shirt on and brushed her hair through before going to the living room. Jeff came out and apologised for upsetting her. She just hugged him but didn't say anything. Neither of them spoke, they just sat there, watching TV. But they were both busy thinking. Taylor was wondering what was going to happen now, while Jeff questioned about what had happened nearly four years ago. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and climbed into bed with her, both of them finally managing to sleep that night.
"What are you doing today?" Jeff asked her the next morning as they ate breakfast in the living room.
"I've got two morning lectures but after that I'm going to a family friend's house. I haven't seen her for a few weeks," she answered, leaning against the counter as he encircled his arms around her waist. She leaned up and pressed their lips together as her arms looped around his neck. She laughed against his lips as he slowly made his way up her top. She broke them apart to stop them from going any further as she had to go to college. Jeff had to go to the arena for a show and he knew she was just making excuses not to go, but he didn't want to pressure her all the same. Collecting her file and bag, they got into his car and he drove her to the college. Knowing that Paula and Hannah had found out about them, they knew it wouldn't be long before everyone at her college did so too. He quickly kissed her goodbye then drove back to the arena. As she walked into the building, she could feel people's eyes on her. She was at a nearby notice board checking announcements when a
group of girls approached her.
"Is it true that you are dating the Jeff Hardy?" one of them asked, excitedly.
"It's nobody's business but my own as to whom I'm dating," she replied. The bell went and she disappeared into her first class, which was only being taken by Professor Thomas.
"Taylor, can we talk after class?" he asked quietly as he advanced towards her. She nodded and pulled her essay out, handing it to him for marking. "Okay class, today's sociology lecture is about loosing contact with family," he announced. Taylor snapped her head up and looked dead at him. "There are numerous reasons that leads to a difficult situation of losing touch with family. These causes can be because there's excessive amounts of tension or fights within the home, they disown for doing something completely unacceptable in their eyes or being they don't believe you in a matter so big, it destroys the relationship." Taylor listened to the entire lecture as he spoke about the different reasons and resolutions, and he seemed to focus on the topic that had happened to her almost four years ago. The bell rang and everyone exited the room. "Taylor, I hope today made you realise that you need to talk to your family. It been a long time, now." She nodded then left the class
and went to her second lecture before walking to her friend's house. As she arrived at Jenn's house, she held onto the necklace that Jeff had given her.
Entering the unlocked house, she discovered Jenn wasn't in. she went to the dining room and sat down, reading a magazine. She had been there for half an hour when she heard the door open and shut. Assuming it was Jenn, she stayed where she was, not bothering to go see her. Taylor heard footsteps behind her then hard, shallow breaths on her neck.
"Nice to see you again!" his familiar voice sounded. Her body completely tensed in fear and she looked up to see his reflection in the mirror. Jumping up, she tried to escape but he gripped her arms tightly, shoving her to the sofa in the living room. "It's been a long time Taylor, maybe we should pick up where we left off." Hearing this, the memories flooded back into her mind. He attempted to rip her clothes from her body, much like he did four years ago, but something in her body refused to let history repeat itself. She shoved him away and climbed off the sofa but he pushed her, sending her crashing into the wall, hitting her head. She fell to the floor, clutching her head where a bruise had already started to form. Trying to get away, she crawled to the door but he grabbed her leg and pulled her, pinning her to the floor. His hand began inching its way down her trousers but she pushed it away. This made him extremely angry and he slapped her hard, as a result. Dizziness
was beginning to set in and as she went to leave the house, she fell, hitting her head on the edge of the table. Blood poured from her head, but Taylor refused to give up. Grabbing her bag, she ran from the house, finding the nearest payphone.
"Jeff, please come get me. I'm at 55 High Oak drive. I'll explain later," she cried as she called his on his cell. Within a few minutes, he had arrived.
"Jesus Christ Taylor! What the fuck happened?" he questioned urgently, investigating the cut and bruise on her forehead.
"Please just get me from here. I'll tell you back at the flat," Taylor answered, fresh tears streaming down her face. Leading her to his car, he drove her back home. Throughout the journey, she didn't speak. They arrived back at her apartment and went inside. She ran straight into her bedroom, falling to the bed crying. Jeff sat on the edge and pulled her into his embrace, comforting her. "Jeff, on my sixteenth birthday, I was changing after the family meal when he entered my room. He didn't leave when I asked him to...he raped me instead! He had claimed I'd been flirting all night but I hadn't. When I told dad, he didn't believe me, so I left home."
"Who the hell raped you?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.
"Richard Fleihr!" she replied, sobbing harder. Richard Fleihr, who played Ric Flair on TV, had raped his girlfriend and there was no way in hell he was going to let him get away with it! He waited until she calmed down then suggested she slept for a little while. Taylor had been resting napping for half an hour before she heard her room door slam shut. Snapping her eyes open, she discovered he'd disappeared. Running into the living, she asked where he'd gone. Amanda explained that he'd stormed out. "Shit!" she exclaimed, grabbing her jacket and attempting to chase him. She knew he'd gone after Ric. Diving into her car, she drove to the arena where she knew Raw was being held. Luckily the security guards were tending to the fans so Taylor easily ran inside. As she turned the corner, she saw his distinctive blue hair enter one of the locker rooms. She sped inside where Jeff was holding Ric up by the neck. Afraid he'd do something he'd regret, she dragged him off Ric. Jeff just
yelled at him instead, calling him all the names under the sun. Vince, Steph and Shane came rushing in to see what was going on.
"What the hell is going on here? Taylor?" Vince proclaimed.
"Do you believe me now, dad? Ric raped me and he tried it again tonight!" Taylor yelled, running from them all. Jeff chased after her and drove her back home. They collapsed back on her bed as he held her close to console her. He reassured her he still loved her and always would. She looked up to him and forced a smile. Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the done before Steph entered. Taylor sat up on the edge of the bed,
"Hey Taylor. Umm, I need to talk to you. You see, I was almost in the same situation as you two years ago. Ric tried assaulting me but Shane walked in so he backed off," Stephanie explained, kneeling in front of her younger sister. "I know we have a lot of differences to sort out but can you forgive me for now?" Taylor nodded as they hugged tightly. They talked for a while before she left to get some work started before Raw. It was nearing six o'clock when Jeff left for the show, as well. She had decided to stay away from the arena, not to cause any more trouble. When it turned eight o'clock though, she joined her friends...and Hannah, Paula and some of their conceited friends to watch Raw in TV. Everyone always seemed to be hanging around at their flat. As she watched the show however, she found Ric wasn't on and she knew for a fact that he was supposed to be, so he'd obviously been dealt with.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
"What exactly happened on your sixteenth birthday?" he asked, wondrously.
"I don't want to talk about it. Please drop the subject," Taylor replied, sitting up. She pulled a t-shirt on and brushed her hair through before going to the living room. Jeff came out and apologised for upsetting her. She just hugged him but didn't say anything. Neither of them spoke, they just sat there, watching TV. But they were both busy thinking. Taylor was wondering what was going to happen now, while Jeff questioned about what had happened nearly four years ago. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and climbed into bed with her, both of them finally managing to sleep that night.
"What are you doing today?" Jeff asked her the next morning as they ate breakfast in the living room.
"I've got two morning lectures but after that I'm going to a family friend's house. I haven't seen her for a few weeks," she answered, leaning against the counter as he encircled his arms around her waist. She leaned up and pressed their lips together as her arms looped around his neck. She laughed against his lips as he slowly made his way up her top. She broke them apart to stop them from going any further as she had to go to college. Jeff had to go to the arena for a show and he knew she was just making excuses not to go, but he didn't want to pressure her all the same. Collecting her file and bag, they got into his car and he drove her to the college. Knowing that Paula and Hannah had found out about them, they knew it wouldn't be long before everyone at her college did so too. He quickly kissed her goodbye then drove back to the arena. As she walked into the building, she could feel people's eyes on her. She was at a nearby notice board checking announcements when a
group of girls approached her.
"Is it true that you are dating the Jeff Hardy?" one of them asked, excitedly.
"It's nobody's business but my own as to whom I'm dating," she replied. The bell went and she disappeared into her first class, which was only being taken by Professor Thomas.
"Taylor, can we talk after class?" he asked quietly as he advanced towards her. She nodded and pulled her essay out, handing it to him for marking. "Okay class, today's sociology lecture is about loosing contact with family," he announced. Taylor snapped her head up and looked dead at him. "There are numerous reasons that leads to a difficult situation of losing touch with family. These causes can be because there's excessive amounts of tension or fights within the home, they disown for doing something completely unacceptable in their eyes or being they don't believe you in a matter so big, it destroys the relationship." Taylor listened to the entire lecture as he spoke about the different reasons and resolutions, and he seemed to focus on the topic that had happened to her almost four years ago. The bell rang and everyone exited the room. "Taylor, I hope today made you realise that you need to talk to your family. It been a long time, now." She nodded then left the class
and went to her second lecture before walking to her friend's house. As she arrived at Jenn's house, she held onto the necklace that Jeff had given her.
Entering the unlocked house, she discovered Jenn wasn't in. she went to the dining room and sat down, reading a magazine. She had been there for half an hour when she heard the door open and shut. Assuming it was Jenn, she stayed where she was, not bothering to go see her. Taylor heard footsteps behind her then hard, shallow breaths on her neck.
"Nice to see you again!" his familiar voice sounded. Her body completely tensed in fear and she looked up to see his reflection in the mirror. Jumping up, she tried to escape but he gripped her arms tightly, shoving her to the sofa in the living room. "It's been a long time Taylor, maybe we should pick up where we left off." Hearing this, the memories flooded back into her mind. He attempted to rip her clothes from her body, much like he did four years ago, but something in her body refused to let history repeat itself. She shoved him away and climbed off the sofa but he pushed her, sending her crashing into the wall, hitting her head. She fell to the floor, clutching her head where a bruise had already started to form. Trying to get away, she crawled to the door but he grabbed her leg and pulled her, pinning her to the floor. His hand began inching its way down her trousers but she pushed it away. This made him extremely angry and he slapped her hard, as a result. Dizziness
was beginning to set in and as she went to leave the house, she fell, hitting her head on the edge of the table. Blood poured from her head, but Taylor refused to give up. Grabbing her bag, she ran from the house, finding the nearest payphone.
"Jeff, please come get me. I'm at 55 High Oak drive. I'll explain later," she cried as she called his on his cell. Within a few minutes, he had arrived.
"Jesus Christ Taylor! What the fuck happened?" he questioned urgently, investigating the cut and bruise on her forehead.
"Please just get me from here. I'll tell you back at the flat," Taylor answered, fresh tears streaming down her face. Leading her to his car, he drove her back home. Throughout the journey, she didn't speak. They arrived back at her apartment and went inside. She ran straight into her bedroom, falling to the bed crying. Jeff sat on the edge and pulled her into his embrace, comforting her. "Jeff, on my sixteenth birthday, I was changing after the family meal when he entered my room. He didn't leave when I asked him to...he raped me instead! He had claimed I'd been flirting all night but I hadn't. When I told dad, he didn't believe me, so I left home."
"Who the hell raped you?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.
"Richard Fleihr!" she replied, sobbing harder. Richard Fleihr, who played Ric Flair on TV, had raped his girlfriend and there was no way in hell he was going to let him get away with it! He waited until she calmed down then suggested she slept for a little while. Taylor had been resting napping for half an hour before she heard her room door slam shut. Snapping her eyes open, she discovered he'd disappeared. Running into the living, she asked where he'd gone. Amanda explained that he'd stormed out. "Shit!" she exclaimed, grabbing her jacket and attempting to chase him. She knew he'd gone after Ric. Diving into her car, she drove to the arena where she knew Raw was being held. Luckily the security guards were tending to the fans so Taylor easily ran inside. As she turned the corner, she saw his distinctive blue hair enter one of the locker rooms. She sped inside where Jeff was holding Ric up by the neck. Afraid he'd do something he'd regret, she dragged him off Ric. Jeff just
yelled at him instead, calling him all the names under the sun. Vince, Steph and Shane came rushing in to see what was going on.
"What the hell is going on here? Taylor?" Vince proclaimed.
"Do you believe me now, dad? Ric raped me and he tried it again tonight!" Taylor yelled, running from them all. Jeff chased after her and drove her back home. They collapsed back on her bed as he held her close to console her. He reassured her he still loved her and always would. She looked up to him and forced a smile. Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the done before Steph entered. Taylor sat up on the edge of the bed,
"Hey Taylor. Umm, I need to talk to you. You see, I was almost in the same situation as you two years ago. Ric tried assaulting me but Shane walked in so he backed off," Stephanie explained, kneeling in front of her younger sister. "I know we have a lot of differences to sort out but can you forgive me for now?" Taylor nodded as they hugged tightly. They talked for a while before she left to get some work started before Raw. It was nearing six o'clock when Jeff left for the show, as well. She had decided to stay away from the arena, not to cause any more trouble. When it turned eight o'clock though, she joined her friends...and Hannah, Paula and some of their conceited friends to watch Raw in TV. Everyone always seemed to be hanging around at their flat. As she watched the show however, she found Ric wasn't on and she knew for a fact that he was supposed to be, so he'd obviously been dealt with.