Title: The Young and the Hopeless

Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That's it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.

Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)

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Michelle looked at Jeff with the evil eye and got up and ran after me. She knocked on the door a few times, hoping I would answer, but I didn't. "Naomi, it's me," She said, trying to convince me to open the door, which I did. She walked in and gave me a big hug. "Dude, what'd he do?" I wiped a new tear from under my eye and sniffled a few times. "Nothing. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong and I knew something was wrong.and he wouldn't tell me. And I tried to get it out of him but he got all mad and pushed the door open and now he's even madder. Ugh! This is gay!" I wiped the rest of my tears and blew my nose on a tissue. "It sounded like he was beating the shit out of you!" "He wasn't." Michelle just nodded and I walked out of the bathroom and went farther down the hall to Jeff's room to get my socks and shoes on. Michelle sat next to me on the bed and we talked about stupid things while I put my shoes on. I stood up after I was finished and started walking out of the room. "I'm going home now." I told her. "Want me to come with you?" "Naw, hang with Shane and them. Make sure they behave." I said. I was only messing around though, but whatever. I walked out of the room towards the living room, wiping any visible tears before I finally got there. "Where are you going?" Jeff said, standing up and walking over to me. "Home." "Why? Listen baby, I'm sorry about that." "Uh huh," I leaned up and pecked him quickly on the lips, "Bye." I walked towards the door and opened it. He followed me outside and spun me around. "I mean it Nay, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." "Right, Jeff, I believe you," I said in a not-so-convincing tone, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be getting home." I turned around and walked down the path way to the street and headed home. "Shit, I forgot my clothes. Oh well, whatever, I'll just go get them tomorrow or something." I sighed and for some reason, I started crying again. I wiped my eyes and nose on my hand and wiped it off on the side of my dress. All of a suddenly, the peaceful quietness of the country road became disturbed with a loud bass, becoming louder and slower as it approached me. I didn't turn around, even though there were at least three or four guys whistling at me. "Hey baby! Why don't you hitch a ride with us?" The, Hispanic, driver offered. I heard the others start laughing and making kissing noises. By this time I was scared shitless and turned to run through someone's land, but there was a chicken-wire fence blocking my way. "Shit!" I said quietly to myself. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a few deep breaths as they made more perverted comments. Finally, after one said, "Come on sexy, let's go hit it and quit it" they left me with no choice but to jump over the fence. It sucked major ass because one: I was wearing a short ass dress with nothing but a pair of underwear underneath. Two: the fence had little sharp barb wire things sticking out everywhere, causing me to cut up my leg. Three: two of the guys go out and started following me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, maybe even faster. I screamed as they became hot on my heels. One of them tackled me to the ground and covered up my mouth. I did everything I could to get his hand off, but the other one held me down and started taking my underwear off. I was so scared. He actually got them off and lifted my dress up. I kicked my legs and wriggled around, trying to get them off, but he just pulled out a knife on me and held it to my throat. I froze at the site of it, and silent tears started forming. Just when I thought it was over, I was saved. The owner of the land, a man in his mid-thirties, ran over to where we were and pulled out a gun on the two hoodlums. They were smart enough to get off and run away. He kept his gun pointing at them and I curled up into a ball and cried on the ground, not even noticing the man. "Hey, are you alright? They didn't get you did they?" He asked me, crouching down and wiping the hair and dirt out of my face. I took a few deep breaths and continued crying, talking in-between sobs. "N.No. All.Almost," I managed to say. He frowned and helped me to my feet. I didn't even realize my underwear was next to him, and he handed them to me. I slid them on while I turned around and he walked me to his house, with his arm around my shoulders. When I got in the house I called Jeff and asked if Matt or Angelica could come get me. Fortunately, Angelica did. I never did learn the man's name, but he sure was a hero.