A/N- I normally don't update stories with so little reviews, but I looooove this story and my reviewers seem really nice. Thanks to Sarah, Esquirella, and Blue Flame Tigress (cool name BTW). I am so glad that you all like this. Maybe with more reviews, more people will read this.
Also, if you have the time when you review please put your Name, Age, Sex and Favorite Part Of The Story. It makes me feel a load of a lot better if I know who I am writing this for and what they like. Also, if there was a part where you didn't like the story, please tell me.
I really hope you enjoy all of this story. Okay, PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW!
Disclaimer- I own no one. And none of the poems in here are unless otherwise stated, they are all Jeff Hardy's.
Also, I got an e-mail asking me what the poem was about. Besides the obvious, it was about his mother. (at least that's what I'm told) Some of the poems might not fit the chapter, but I will try to put one in each chapter.
Chapter 2
Shawn collapsed to the ground in a heap. The tears that over came him poured down his face like a salty river. His body racked with sobs and he shook violently. Vince looked on for a minute before getting up the courage to walk over the Shawn. He put his arm around Shawns shoulder.
"Shawn, I'm really really sorry."
(this isn't a poem BTW) ' "I'm sorry, Shawn, I've I've got some some really bad news." Vince said.
"I'm not fired am I? I mean that fight with the ref the other day was-"
"It's not that, Shawn. Though I was angry." Vince said, laughing sadly, "It's..I...er got a very.....interesting"
Vince's voice caught in his throat and Shawn could see tears brimming his eyes as he turned away. It was then that he noticed that Vince really hadn't looked at him since the locker room. Some thing was up.
"What's wrong?" Shawn asked.
"It's...."
Sign one: Tears
Sign two: fading voice
Sign three: failing at ability to answer
"Vince, who called?"
"It was........ the.... hospital and the cops."
"The hospital and the cops?" '
Vince nodded at the door where Kevin Nash and Hunter Helmsley (who had found out the same time as Vince) stood.
Kevin and Hunter walked over slowly and helped Shawn onto his feet. But as soon as he was on them, his knees buckled and he fell again. The tears were overpowering and he was choking on them as the salty drops ran into his mouth. He couldn't see and he felt numb yet the pain was over-bearing and he was scared.
Kevin and Hunter helped him up again, putting their strong shoulders around him.
' "I'm sorry, there was no way that they could save them. They were completely-"
Shawn knew that Vince was still talking, but he couldn't hear. His eyes filled with tears and he couldn't hold himself up any longer. '
Kevin and Hunter helped Shawn into his living room. He was weak and angry and couldn't hold himself up worth anything. He collapsed onto the couch as soon as they had let him go.
"Do you want us to stick around?" Kevin asked, tugging his coat around his cold shoulders.
Shawn shook his head solomnly.
"Well, alright, buddy. I'll call in the morning to check up on you." Hunter said, pulling back out his car keys.
"If you need anything; let us know."
Shawn nodded his head heavily, not watching as his friends left.
' "And do you, Michael Shawn Hickenbottom take Rebecca Ann Cuprice to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"They by the power invested in me by our mutual faith, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." '
(poem) 'Sippin' at my drink on lunch,
Hawian Fruit Punch
Waiting on the buzzer cue
Work to do.'
That night, Shawn couldn't do anything. He got up the strength to pull the phone from the wall and lock himself in the bathroom. Hugging the bowl, he heaved what ever food was in his body, making him feel, if possible, even worse.
If his wife and son, which he had adored more than life itself, couldn't eat, why should he have that luxury? (many people don't realize what a luxury it is to have food on the table. I would know)
He hoisted himself up the best he could, not caring about the seering pain shooting through his body, he was too numb to tell. He tossed himself into the bedroom.
Everywhere he looked was a reminder of what had happened. There was wedding pictures, pictures of Cameron when they brought him home, Rebecca's outfits, Cameron's toys. He could feel his breath begin to stop short again.
The pain was horrible. Everywhere around him told him that he would never ever see his wife or son again. What could he do with out the feeling of Rebecca's warn body next to him when he went to bed at night and woke in the morning? What could he do with out hearing the pattering of Cameron's feet running towards him after he had just gotten home from a hard match?
How could he possibly live knowing that he could no longer see the smiling faces of them when he got home from a trip? What could he do without the joyous laughter of his son on holidays and during the times they played together?
Speaking of, when he was in a silly mood, who would be the one he turns to to share it with? And what about when he just needed some one to sit and cuddle and talk to? What about the family that he wanted to grow onto? What about the person that he wanted to grow old with? Would he be able to live with out the two most crucial parts in his life?
The questions rang in his head bitterly. The tears clouded his vision yet acted as an adreneline? He ran around the room; tearing curtains and things from the windows; shredding drawings; tossing pictures into the wall, shattering them into a million small peices. The outrage lasted until his body finally gave out on him and he passed out on the floor, soaked in tears and filled with pain.
EOC
A/N- This chapter dealt with lots of depressing and anger themes. It show just how horrible a close loss is. In this case it was Shawn with his wife and child. an important note is: THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY WITH THE CHARACTERS FROM THE WWF AND WWE, NONE OF THIS IS FACTUAL!! SHAWN, REBECCA, AND CAMERON ARE ALIVE AND WELL. (hee hee hee, catch the pun?)
This chapter , well, this whole story, is based on events that happened in MY family, not his. Just putting the point across so you don't take anything the wrong way.
Also, there will be something new at the bottom of all my chappies. It's called 'Guess the song' and it is self explainitory. The answer and a new one will come with every chapter. Some are easy, some might be hard.
GUESS THE SONG- ' You remind me of the babe (what babe?) Babe with the power, (What power?) Power of voodoo. (Who do?) You do! (Do What?) Remind me of the babe!'
HINT- It's a David Bowie song on the Labirynth soundtrack. ( i think that's how you spell it)
Also, if you have the time when you review please put your Name, Age, Sex and Favorite Part Of The Story. It makes me feel a load of a lot better if I know who I am writing this for and what they like. Also, if there was a part where you didn't like the story, please tell me.
I really hope you enjoy all of this story. Okay, PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW!
Disclaimer- I own no one. And none of the poems in here are unless otherwise stated, they are all Jeff Hardy's.
Also, I got an e-mail asking me what the poem was about. Besides the obvious, it was about his mother. (at least that's what I'm told) Some of the poems might not fit the chapter, but I will try to put one in each chapter.
Chapter 2
Shawn collapsed to the ground in a heap. The tears that over came him poured down his face like a salty river. His body racked with sobs and he shook violently. Vince looked on for a minute before getting up the courage to walk over the Shawn. He put his arm around Shawns shoulder.
"Shawn, I'm really really sorry."
(this isn't a poem BTW) ' "I'm sorry, Shawn, I've I've got some some really bad news." Vince said.
"I'm not fired am I? I mean that fight with the ref the other day was-"
"It's not that, Shawn. Though I was angry." Vince said, laughing sadly, "It's..I...er got a very.....interesting"
Vince's voice caught in his throat and Shawn could see tears brimming his eyes as he turned away. It was then that he noticed that Vince really hadn't looked at him since the locker room. Some thing was up.
"What's wrong?" Shawn asked.
"It's...."
Sign one: Tears
Sign two: fading voice
Sign three: failing at ability to answer
"Vince, who called?"
"It was........ the.... hospital and the cops."
"The hospital and the cops?" '
Vince nodded at the door where Kevin Nash and Hunter Helmsley (who had found out the same time as Vince) stood.
Kevin and Hunter walked over slowly and helped Shawn onto his feet. But as soon as he was on them, his knees buckled and he fell again. The tears were overpowering and he was choking on them as the salty drops ran into his mouth. He couldn't see and he felt numb yet the pain was over-bearing and he was scared.
Kevin and Hunter helped him up again, putting their strong shoulders around him.
' "I'm sorry, there was no way that they could save them. They were completely-"
Shawn knew that Vince was still talking, but he couldn't hear. His eyes filled with tears and he couldn't hold himself up any longer. '
Kevin and Hunter helped Shawn into his living room. He was weak and angry and couldn't hold himself up worth anything. He collapsed onto the couch as soon as they had let him go.
"Do you want us to stick around?" Kevin asked, tugging his coat around his cold shoulders.
Shawn shook his head solomnly.
"Well, alright, buddy. I'll call in the morning to check up on you." Hunter said, pulling back out his car keys.
"If you need anything; let us know."
Shawn nodded his head heavily, not watching as his friends left.
' "And do you, Michael Shawn Hickenbottom take Rebecca Ann Cuprice to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"They by the power invested in me by our mutual faith, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." '
(poem) 'Sippin' at my drink on lunch,
Hawian Fruit Punch
Waiting on the buzzer cue
Work to do.'
That night, Shawn couldn't do anything. He got up the strength to pull the phone from the wall and lock himself in the bathroom. Hugging the bowl, he heaved what ever food was in his body, making him feel, if possible, even worse.
If his wife and son, which he had adored more than life itself, couldn't eat, why should he have that luxury? (many people don't realize what a luxury it is to have food on the table. I would know)
He hoisted himself up the best he could, not caring about the seering pain shooting through his body, he was too numb to tell. He tossed himself into the bedroom.
Everywhere he looked was a reminder of what had happened. There was wedding pictures, pictures of Cameron when they brought him home, Rebecca's outfits, Cameron's toys. He could feel his breath begin to stop short again.
The pain was horrible. Everywhere around him told him that he would never ever see his wife or son again. What could he do with out the feeling of Rebecca's warn body next to him when he went to bed at night and woke in the morning? What could he do with out hearing the pattering of Cameron's feet running towards him after he had just gotten home from a hard match?
How could he possibly live knowing that he could no longer see the smiling faces of them when he got home from a trip? What could he do without the joyous laughter of his son on holidays and during the times they played together?
Speaking of, when he was in a silly mood, who would be the one he turns to to share it with? And what about when he just needed some one to sit and cuddle and talk to? What about the family that he wanted to grow onto? What about the person that he wanted to grow old with? Would he be able to live with out the two most crucial parts in his life?
The questions rang in his head bitterly. The tears clouded his vision yet acted as an adreneline? He ran around the room; tearing curtains and things from the windows; shredding drawings; tossing pictures into the wall, shattering them into a million small peices. The outrage lasted until his body finally gave out on him and he passed out on the floor, soaked in tears and filled with pain.
EOC
A/N- This chapter dealt with lots of depressing and anger themes. It show just how horrible a close loss is. In this case it was Shawn with his wife and child. an important note is: THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY WITH THE CHARACTERS FROM THE WWF AND WWE, NONE OF THIS IS FACTUAL!! SHAWN, REBECCA, AND CAMERON ARE ALIVE AND WELL. (hee hee hee, catch the pun?)
This chapter , well, this whole story, is based on events that happened in MY family, not his. Just putting the point across so you don't take anything the wrong way.
Also, there will be something new at the bottom of all my chappies. It's called 'Guess the song' and it is self explainitory. The answer and a new one will come with every chapter. Some are easy, some might be hard.
GUESS THE SONG- ' You remind me of the babe (what babe?) Babe with the power, (What power?) Power of voodoo. (Who do?) You do! (Do What?) Remind me of the babe!'
HINT- It's a David Bowie song on the Labirynth soundtrack. ( i think that's how you spell it)