"Jay! Jay! Oh my god Jay! Where's Jay?" I scream as I run around the
locker room. Paul, or Hunter, grabs my shaking arm and makes me stop
running.
"Adam he's wrestling right now. Are you ok?" He asks. I'm shaking so bad I almost shake right out of his grasp.
"No! No I'm not ok! I need Jay!" I moan pitifully as tears run slowly down my cheeks.
"Adam! What's wrong?" Paul asks. I jerk out of his grasp and run down the ramp. Jay's wrestling Booker T. I don't even care. I slide in the ring.
Once they see me Booker quietly backs away. Jay runs over and takes me in his arms. I burry my head on his sweaty shoulder and cry harder. I grab on to his shoulders and don't let go. Jay hugs me tightly.
"What Adam? What's wrong?" Jay asks lightly.
"Home. I wanna go home!"
"Ok Adam ok. We'll let you go home. Tell me, what happened? You know you can trust me."
"I'll tell you backstage."
"Come on Adam." Jay says lowly and helps me in the back. Instead of taking me to the men's locker room, where we know we won't get any privacy, Jay leads me down a hall and sits me down on some steps. He sits next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders.
"What's going on Adam?" He asks.
"Jay I remember." I tell him. Jay looks into my eyes.
"Remember what?" He asks, but I know he knows. I can see it.
"Maria and Greg Santos. I remember. I remember them, I remember what happened, I remember everything."
"Shh Adam."
"No Jay I can't!" I yell and jump up. Jay stands up next to me.
"Adam you can't say anything." Jay says through clenched teeth and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"But Jay!" I whine.
"No Adam! We had a pact, remember?" He asks and looks deep into my eyes. I sigh and turn around.
"Yeah yeah the pact. I remember." I say and put my head against the wall.
"So you won't tell?"
"No. I won't tell." I say lowly.
"Good." Jay says and walks away. I swear softly and kick the wall.
"Adam he's wrestling right now. Are you ok?" He asks. I'm shaking so bad I almost shake right out of his grasp.
"No! No I'm not ok! I need Jay!" I moan pitifully as tears run slowly down my cheeks.
"Adam! What's wrong?" Paul asks. I jerk out of his grasp and run down the ramp. Jay's wrestling Booker T. I don't even care. I slide in the ring.
Once they see me Booker quietly backs away. Jay runs over and takes me in his arms. I burry my head on his sweaty shoulder and cry harder. I grab on to his shoulders and don't let go. Jay hugs me tightly.
"What Adam? What's wrong?" Jay asks lightly.
"Home. I wanna go home!"
"Ok Adam ok. We'll let you go home. Tell me, what happened? You know you can trust me."
"I'll tell you backstage."
"Come on Adam." Jay says lowly and helps me in the back. Instead of taking me to the men's locker room, where we know we won't get any privacy, Jay leads me down a hall and sits me down on some steps. He sits next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders.
"What's going on Adam?" He asks.
"Jay I remember." I tell him. Jay looks into my eyes.
"Remember what?" He asks, but I know he knows. I can see it.
"Maria and Greg Santos. I remember. I remember them, I remember what happened, I remember everything."
"Shh Adam."
"No Jay I can't!" I yell and jump up. Jay stands up next to me.
"Adam you can't say anything." Jay says through clenched teeth and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"But Jay!" I whine.
"No Adam! We had a pact, remember?" He asks and looks deep into my eyes. I sigh and turn around.
"Yeah yeah the pact. I remember." I say and put my head against the wall.
"So you won't tell?"
"No. I won't tell." I say lowly.
"Good." Jay says and walks away. I swear softly and kick the wall.