Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff Hardy. I only own Heather and Brad.
Chapter 4
Talking and Apologizing
"Heather come on, let me in. I want to talk to you." Jeff said quietly, as he knocked on my door. "Just go away Jeff, you wouldn't understand." I yelled, hoping he would just go away, knowing in my heart that he wouldn't leave. "How do you know I wouldn't understand, if you won't let me in?" He asked, through my door. "Besides, you know I'm not going to leave until you talk to me." He finished, as I threw open my bedroom door. "Fine, you want to know everything that happened between me and Brad, I'll tell you but don't say I didn't warn you." I told him, as we settled on my bed to talk.
"Alright Jeff, I'm going to tell you everything, but I need you to promise not to say anything till I'm done. I don't even want you to tell Matt or Amy. Jay's going to have to explain what happened but he'll give a condenced version of what all that was about." I said, looking Jeff directly in the eye, knowing I could trust him with this. "Heather, I will never say anything to anyone. What is said between us, stays between us." Jeff replied, taking my hands in his.
"You remember when we first met right?" I asked, looking up to see the smile on his face. "Yeah, it's one of the few times I've ever seen you mad at Jay." He answered, with a slight laugh to his voice. 'I wish I could go back to that night.' I thought to myself. "Well, about a year after that I met Brad. He seemed really nice at first, never raised his voice, never one to argue. I actually thought he'd be able to calm me down. You know how I'm always ready for an argument." I said, smiling slightly, both of us remembering the first night we met. "Anyways, about 3 months later, things started to change with him. He was always trying to start a fight, then one day he just started hitting me and I never really understood why he did this. After the first time he apologized and said it would never happen again, that his job was stressing him out, then he did it again, and again, and again. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him and moved back home with my parents. I never told my parents about it, I don't even think they ever saw the bruises. Two months went by and I hadn't heard from him, when he showed up at my parents house one day begging me to come back home with him. He swore to me that he had changed, he even said he'd been through counseling." I told him, the tears forming in my eyes. "He looked so sincere and I believed him again, I moved out of my parents house that weekend and when we got back to his apartment, he beat the shit out of me, just because I left him. He said that if he couldn't have me, then no one could. He also said that if I left him again he'd find me and kill me and anyone else who helps me." I finished, looking up at Jeff and seeing the tears in his eyes made me start crying again.
"Heath, I'm so sorry you had to go through this by yourself. You should have called me, I could have helped you." Jeff said, giving me a hug. "How Jeff? How could you help me? You were on the road, hell you live in a different country than I did!" I yelled, knowing I shouldn't be yelling at Jeff like this. "You know that had I known you were in trouble I would have flown up to Canada myself and kicked this Brad guys' ass." Jeff told me, as he released me from our hug. "I know that Jeff, that's why I didn't tell you, my brother, or Adam. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to the three of you." I said, burying my face in his chest. "Heather, you know me, Jay, and Adam would protect you with our lives. Hell the whole locker room would protect you." Jeff told me honestly, while running his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry Jeff, I never should have let myself get in that situation. I didn't have to go back and I did, but I honestly thought he was better." I said, even through my muffled voice he could understand me. "Listen to me Heath, this is in no way your fault. You did not asked to be abused by some paranoid bastard. Do you understand me?" He asked, lifting my face up to meet his. "Yeah I understand. I'm just so glad you all are in my life again." "Me too, Heath, me too." Jeff said, kissing the top of my head. "I love you Jeff." I mumbled, sleepily. "I love you too, Heather."
Chapter 4
Talking and Apologizing
"Heather come on, let me in. I want to talk to you." Jeff said quietly, as he knocked on my door. "Just go away Jeff, you wouldn't understand." I yelled, hoping he would just go away, knowing in my heart that he wouldn't leave. "How do you know I wouldn't understand, if you won't let me in?" He asked, through my door. "Besides, you know I'm not going to leave until you talk to me." He finished, as I threw open my bedroom door. "Fine, you want to know everything that happened between me and Brad, I'll tell you but don't say I didn't warn you." I told him, as we settled on my bed to talk.
"Alright Jeff, I'm going to tell you everything, but I need you to promise not to say anything till I'm done. I don't even want you to tell Matt or Amy. Jay's going to have to explain what happened but he'll give a condenced version of what all that was about." I said, looking Jeff directly in the eye, knowing I could trust him with this. "Heather, I will never say anything to anyone. What is said between us, stays between us." Jeff replied, taking my hands in his.
"You remember when we first met right?" I asked, looking up to see the smile on his face. "Yeah, it's one of the few times I've ever seen you mad at Jay." He answered, with a slight laugh to his voice. 'I wish I could go back to that night.' I thought to myself. "Well, about a year after that I met Brad. He seemed really nice at first, never raised his voice, never one to argue. I actually thought he'd be able to calm me down. You know how I'm always ready for an argument." I said, smiling slightly, both of us remembering the first night we met. "Anyways, about 3 months later, things started to change with him. He was always trying to start a fight, then one day he just started hitting me and I never really understood why he did this. After the first time he apologized and said it would never happen again, that his job was stressing him out, then he did it again, and again, and again. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him and moved back home with my parents. I never told my parents about it, I don't even think they ever saw the bruises. Two months went by and I hadn't heard from him, when he showed up at my parents house one day begging me to come back home with him. He swore to me that he had changed, he even said he'd been through counseling." I told him, the tears forming in my eyes. "He looked so sincere and I believed him again, I moved out of my parents house that weekend and when we got back to his apartment, he beat the shit out of me, just because I left him. He said that if he couldn't have me, then no one could. He also said that if I left him again he'd find me and kill me and anyone else who helps me." I finished, looking up at Jeff and seeing the tears in his eyes made me start crying again.
"Heath, I'm so sorry you had to go through this by yourself. You should have called me, I could have helped you." Jeff said, giving me a hug. "How Jeff? How could you help me? You were on the road, hell you live in a different country than I did!" I yelled, knowing I shouldn't be yelling at Jeff like this. "You know that had I known you were in trouble I would have flown up to Canada myself and kicked this Brad guys' ass." Jeff told me, as he released me from our hug. "I know that Jeff, that's why I didn't tell you, my brother, or Adam. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to the three of you." I said, burying my face in his chest. "Heather, you know me, Jay, and Adam would protect you with our lives. Hell the whole locker room would protect you." Jeff told me honestly, while running his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry Jeff, I never should have let myself get in that situation. I didn't have to go back and I did, but I honestly thought he was better." I said, even through my muffled voice he could understand me. "Listen to me Heath, this is in no way your fault. You did not asked to be abused by some paranoid bastard. Do you understand me?" He asked, lifting my face up to meet his. "Yeah I understand. I'm just so glad you all are in my life again." "Me too, Heath, me too." Jeff said, kissing the top of my head. "I love you Jeff." I mumbled, sleepily. "I love you too, Heather."