Chapter 9
'Cause you're everywhere to me,
When I close my eyes it's you I see.
EVERYWHERE - MICHELLE BRANCH
"Jeff?"
I turned the shower off and heard the door close. "Jeff?" Yeah, it was definitely her. "Sam?" I called, "Is that you?" "Yeah," came the reply. "Hang on, I'll be out in a sec." I quickly dried myself off and got dressed. I pulled on my wife beater and went out. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey," I said. She looked up and smiled slightly, "Hey." I sat beside her and looked at the floor. I was totally filled with guilt after everything I had done and I still wasn't sure what to do about it. "Look, Sam, I'm really sorry about last night, I didn't mean any of it." She sat silently, so I continued. "I'm not sure why I said it, I guess everything was getting to me. I really wish I hadn't said my job was more important than you 'cause it isn't, nothing is." I looked at her and saw that she was crying. "Sam honey, please don't cry. I know I said a lot of stupid things but I swear I didn't mean any of them. I love you." "I love you too Jeff."
She wrapped her arms around me and put her lips to mine. We fell back on the bed and, (how shall I put it?) we 'kissed and made up'.
Raw the next week.
****** JR's point of view. "Here we have Jeff Hardy up against Bubba Dudley. This should be a good one!" "Yeah," King said, "Especially with girls at ringside!" "Oh my God! A snap mare on Bubba and Stacy doesn't look too pleased, King." "No, she doesn't! Leg drop from Jeff Hardy and Sam's playing cheerleader, encouraging Jeff," King said, "What's the deal with these two anyway? Are they dating?" "I don't know King. I guess we'll just have to wait and see...a near fall for Bubba but Jeff managed to kick out." "Oh! Stacy's distracting the referee!" King exclaimed, "And Sam's on the turnbuckle! What's she gonna do, JR?!" "Samantha trying to get Bubba to turn-oh good Lord! 450 on a STANDING Bubba Ray Dudley! Swanton Bomb from Jeff Hardy!....And he gets the win!" "Did you see that JR?" King asked, "Sam just executed a perfect 450 on an UPRIGHT Bubba!" ******
Back at the locker room.
"I think it'd be best if we just kept it between us," Trish said. I sighed. I didn't know how much longer I could go on, knowing what I had done. I hated keeping secrets from people, especially Sam. "Jeff, we have to do this," she said, "If we tell her, you'll lose her." She was right, I would lose her. I sure as Hell didn't want that to happen. I nodded, "Ok, I'll stay quiet."
She smiled and hugged me. "I love you," I said. She pulled away and looked at me. "As a friend," I added quietly. She smiled again, "I love you too." Someone came in and we looked up. Sam was standing there, tears streaming down her face. "Sam, hey. What's wrong baby?" I reached out for her hand but she moved away. I moved closer, "What's wrong, Sam?" "You stay away from me," she said, backing away. The first thought that went through my head was *Shit, she knows!* Trish got up, "Are you ok?" she asked. "Get away from me." I tried to put my arm around her, but she shrugged it off "What's wrong?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer. "I told you, stay the fuck away from me!" she yelled. I moved off quickly and I noticed Trish back off as well. "I think I'd better go," she said. I nodded and she quickly left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've lost her. She didn't forgive me and I've lost her. She said we could try being friends but it won't be the same. It'll never be the same. God, how did I manage to screw up so bad? Amy is none too pleased with me; Trish has gone home, leaving me to carry the can. Matt accepts that I made a mistake, but he's still pretty pissed off with me. No wonder, I feel the same way. I booked another room at the hotel and slept alone for the first time in at least five months. Five months since I had met Sam, five months since I had fallen her. One night since I'd made a stupid mistake. One night since I'd fucked everything up.
"Jeff?"
I turned the shower off and heard the door close. "Jeff?" Yeah, it was definitely her. "Sam?" I called, "Is that you?" "Yeah," came the reply. "Hang on, I'll be out in a sec." I quickly dried myself off and got dressed. I pulled on my wife beater and went out. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey," I said. She looked up and smiled slightly, "Hey." I sat beside her and looked at the floor. I was totally filled with guilt after everything I had done and I still wasn't sure what to do about it. "Look, Sam, I'm really sorry about last night, I didn't mean any of it." She sat silently, so I continued. "I'm not sure why I said it, I guess everything was getting to me. I really wish I hadn't said my job was more important than you 'cause it isn't, nothing is." I looked at her and saw that she was crying. "Sam honey, please don't cry. I know I said a lot of stupid things but I swear I didn't mean any of them. I love you." "I love you too Jeff."
She wrapped her arms around me and put her lips to mine. We fell back on the bed and, (how shall I put it?) we 'kissed and made up'.
Raw the next week.
****** JR's point of view. "Here we have Jeff Hardy up against Bubba Dudley. This should be a good one!" "Yeah," King said, "Especially with girls at ringside!" "Oh my God! A snap mare on Bubba and Stacy doesn't look too pleased, King." "No, she doesn't! Leg drop from Jeff Hardy and Sam's playing cheerleader, encouraging Jeff," King said, "What's the deal with these two anyway? Are they dating?" "I don't know King. I guess we'll just have to wait and see...a near fall for Bubba but Jeff managed to kick out." "Oh! Stacy's distracting the referee!" King exclaimed, "And Sam's on the turnbuckle! What's she gonna do, JR?!" "Samantha trying to get Bubba to turn-oh good Lord! 450 on a STANDING Bubba Ray Dudley! Swanton Bomb from Jeff Hardy!....And he gets the win!" "Did you see that JR?" King asked, "Sam just executed a perfect 450 on an UPRIGHT Bubba!" ******
Back at the locker room.
"I think it'd be best if we just kept it between us," Trish said. I sighed. I didn't know how much longer I could go on, knowing what I had done. I hated keeping secrets from people, especially Sam. "Jeff, we have to do this," she said, "If we tell her, you'll lose her." She was right, I would lose her. I sure as Hell didn't want that to happen. I nodded, "Ok, I'll stay quiet."
She smiled and hugged me. "I love you," I said. She pulled away and looked at me. "As a friend," I added quietly. She smiled again, "I love you too." Someone came in and we looked up. Sam was standing there, tears streaming down her face. "Sam, hey. What's wrong baby?" I reached out for her hand but she moved away. I moved closer, "What's wrong, Sam?" "You stay away from me," she said, backing away. The first thought that went through my head was *Shit, she knows!* Trish got up, "Are you ok?" she asked. "Get away from me." I tried to put my arm around her, but she shrugged it off "What's wrong?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer. "I told you, stay the fuck away from me!" she yelled. I moved off quickly and I noticed Trish back off as well. "I think I'd better go," she said. I nodded and she quickly left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've lost her. She didn't forgive me and I've lost her. She said we could try being friends but it won't be the same. It'll never be the same. God, how did I manage to screw up so bad? Amy is none too pleased with me; Trish has gone home, leaving me to carry the can. Matt accepts that I made a mistake, but he's still pretty pissed off with me. No wonder, I feel the same way. I booked another room at the hotel and slept alone for the first time in at least five months. Five months since I had met Sam, five months since I had fallen her. One night since I'd made a stupid mistake. One night since I'd fucked everything up.