Title: Conflicted (Pt. 2: Numb)
Author: Lost Angel
Wrestlers Involved: Shane Helms (The Hurricane, duh...), Matt Hardy (Version One!) and Amy Dumas (Lita, and if you want a comment, see what I said about Helms)
Content/Author's Note: It's rated PG-13, borderlining on R. I've gotten a bit sappy in my first few stories, so this one's a bit more dirty, sneaky, and underhanded. There's some sex, some swearing, and some backstabbing. Not very nice, eh?
This is also my first attempt at a multiple part story. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I got nothing. The names are property of Vinnie- roo. Just enjoy my work of FICTION.
Then there's that song. That song is property of an awesome band you probably know called Linkin Park
Distribution: I don't mind if anyone wants to read it, and forward it to their buddies, all I mind is if you do it AND DON'T ASK ME!!! You can e- mail me, her, or find me on my AIM name (XxStylesClashxX, inspired by my favorite wrestler A.J. Styles), and I'll be sure to hear out your reasons for wanting to post it on your site, or use it as toilet paper.
Song: "Numb" by Linkin Park
Okay...now you can read.
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I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure Of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is Another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
She didn't remember what time she stepped into the bath, and she didn't even bother to check the clock to see what time she stepped out, but it had to be a decent hour still, when she heard the phone ring downstairs. She ran to her upstairs phone to answer it, quickly turning the ringer back on the upstairs one.
"Hello?" Amy said, clutching the towel to her naked body.
"I've been trying to reach you since eight P.M.! Where the hell have you been, Amy?!" Matt shouted back. Obviously he wasn't happy...and now she wasn't either...again. "I've called just about everywhere looking for you!" he finished.
"Sorry...I went to the gym." she shot back, clearly lying to him. "Then I dozed off. I took a couple of painkillers for the stiffness in my neck. I fell asleep, and I'm sorry." she said, finishing her lie.
"Alright, Amy...it's okay. Just don't scare me like that. I'd hate to see you become as irresponsible as Jeff." Matt said back, making her frown. She hated to hear him badmouth his own brother, but what could she say? She just listened. He babbled quite a bit, and she paid no mind. She stared off in the distance and walked downstairs, still clutching her cordless phone. She was going to clear out the caller ID when she saw his name as the last call before this. She checked her messages silently, but it was only a click, signaling a hang up. She waited for the babbling to end, so she could call the person she wanted back, but her mission to return the call of her new love was immediately derailed when she heard Matt's last sentence. "...and Shane thought it was the right thing to say, so Amy...will you marry me? I won't take no for an answer."
She dropped the phone. She froze in place, terrified. The person she loved telling Matt that this question would be the right thing. She closed her eyes and remembered a night her and Shane were wrestling around, right after she started really warming up to her thoughts of being with him. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she asked him what he thought love meant. He smiled at her as he gently placed her down and told her with true conviction.
"Amy...love is knowing that you can't always hold onto someone. When you love a human being, you want to see them happy, no matter what it is they're doing, or who they're with. It's not always easy, but it's the truest sentiment." she recalled. She wanted to keep on that wave of memory, up to the moment they made love on the hotel room floor, but Matt's screaming hello snapped her out of it. She wrinkled her nose a bit, just a little frustrated, but she picked up the phone.
"Sorry, Matt...I dropped the phone." she said.
"That's the second time you worried me tonight! Well...I guess dropping the phone is justified. You're probably in shock I asked you." he responded.
"Actually, yes. How long did you talk to Shane about it?" Amy spoke.
"About half an hour, not too long ago." he said. She realized at that moment, that maybe she had made those words difficult on him, but it was his way of telling her to be happy. She wanted to cry about that, but not out of happiness. Her fear had made Shane believe that her love wasn't with him, but with Matt. Each time she thought about Matt, it was less and less favorable. Not long ago, he was a prince, and now? Now he was a overbearing presence who tried to control her life.
I've Become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired So much more aware I'm becoming this All I want to do Is be more like me And be less like you
"Matt...let me call you back...I think I just stepped on something sharp." she said, her eyes filling with tears. She didn't wait for acceptance or rejection, she just hung up the phone, and started to cry. The very personality traits she hated about Matt, she was developing. She couldn't tell Shane how she really felt, and she kept pushing him away, expecting him to be standing there each time she chose to have him there. She cried because the only times she could really be the person she knew she really was, was when she was in his arms. Even when she was there, flashes of this new Amy Dumas, an Amy she felt sick thinking about, came out. The Amy who demanded flexibility from Shane Helms. She demanded a Shane at her beck and call, who would forget that she was playing on his emotions. The phone rang again. She angrily picked it up.
"I told you to give me some time!" she screamed out, trying to use rage to hide her tears.
"I'm sorry...I just couldn't wait to talk to you again before you made your decision." the voice calmly responded. It wasn't Matt, that was for sure. Her tears stopped for a moment, and she listened. "I told you it was about seeing someone at their happiest. This is what I think will make you happier. I hope, Amy." he said, sounding stronger than he actually was inside. She couldn't handle it.
"I don't want to marry him, Shane...I want you here with me...I want you to be the one." she whimpered out, not sure if she was happy or sad.
"Don't make this decision because you think it will make up for tonight. Make this decision because you know that this is what you want." he calmly replied back.
"Please come over...tonight." she said.
"Okay, but not for long." he said, pausing a bit. "I'm on my way." he said, before hanging up.
Amy laid down on her couch, leaning her head against the armrest. She flipped on the stereo, but a lyric she heard immediately wouldn't stop haunting her. "I think I'll change my ways..." kept looping in her head, and being deciphered by her heart. Finally, there was a knock on her door, and when she answered, her eyes gained their light back. She pulled him in and clutched him tightly, like she hadn't seen him in weeks. "I'm so sorry. I'll never do this to you again, Shane."
"I believe you, Amy. I...I thi--" he said, before being interrupted by her sweet kisses.
Can't you see that you're smothering me Holding too tightly Afraid to lose control 'Cause everything that you thought i would be Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is Another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste Is more than I can take
She led him to the bedroom and they finally proceeded with the moment they had been waiting for. He unwrapped her towel, she peeled his clothes off like wrapping paper on a gift. They traded passionate kisses, ever so intense, and this time, it was guilt free. Shane knew that he wanted her, and Amy knew she wanted him. This time, it would be just right.
This time, they would have company. The locked door was quietly unlocked from the outside. It was Matt.
But I know I may end up failing too But I know You were just like me With someone disappointed in you...
Author: Lost Angel
Wrestlers Involved: Shane Helms (The Hurricane, duh...), Matt Hardy (Version One!) and Amy Dumas (Lita, and if you want a comment, see what I said about Helms)
Content/Author's Note: It's rated PG-13, borderlining on R. I've gotten a bit sappy in my first few stories, so this one's a bit more dirty, sneaky, and underhanded. There's some sex, some swearing, and some backstabbing. Not very nice, eh?
This is also my first attempt at a multiple part story. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I got nothing. The names are property of Vinnie- roo. Just enjoy my work of FICTION.
Then there's that song. That song is property of an awesome band you probably know called Linkin Park
Distribution: I don't mind if anyone wants to read it, and forward it to their buddies, all I mind is if you do it AND DON'T ASK ME!!! You can e- mail me, her, or find me on my AIM name (XxStylesClashxX, inspired by my favorite wrestler A.J. Styles), and I'll be sure to hear out your reasons for wanting to post it on your site, or use it as toilet paper.
Song: "Numb" by Linkin Park
Okay...now you can read.
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I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure Of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is Another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
She didn't remember what time she stepped into the bath, and she didn't even bother to check the clock to see what time she stepped out, but it had to be a decent hour still, when she heard the phone ring downstairs. She ran to her upstairs phone to answer it, quickly turning the ringer back on the upstairs one.
"Hello?" Amy said, clutching the towel to her naked body.
"I've been trying to reach you since eight P.M.! Where the hell have you been, Amy?!" Matt shouted back. Obviously he wasn't happy...and now she wasn't either...again. "I've called just about everywhere looking for you!" he finished.
"Sorry...I went to the gym." she shot back, clearly lying to him. "Then I dozed off. I took a couple of painkillers for the stiffness in my neck. I fell asleep, and I'm sorry." she said, finishing her lie.
"Alright, Amy...it's okay. Just don't scare me like that. I'd hate to see you become as irresponsible as Jeff." Matt said back, making her frown. She hated to hear him badmouth his own brother, but what could she say? She just listened. He babbled quite a bit, and she paid no mind. She stared off in the distance and walked downstairs, still clutching her cordless phone. She was going to clear out the caller ID when she saw his name as the last call before this. She checked her messages silently, but it was only a click, signaling a hang up. She waited for the babbling to end, so she could call the person she wanted back, but her mission to return the call of her new love was immediately derailed when she heard Matt's last sentence. "...and Shane thought it was the right thing to say, so Amy...will you marry me? I won't take no for an answer."
She dropped the phone. She froze in place, terrified. The person she loved telling Matt that this question would be the right thing. She closed her eyes and remembered a night her and Shane were wrestling around, right after she started really warming up to her thoughts of being with him. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she asked him what he thought love meant. He smiled at her as he gently placed her down and told her with true conviction.
"Amy...love is knowing that you can't always hold onto someone. When you love a human being, you want to see them happy, no matter what it is they're doing, or who they're with. It's not always easy, but it's the truest sentiment." she recalled. She wanted to keep on that wave of memory, up to the moment they made love on the hotel room floor, but Matt's screaming hello snapped her out of it. She wrinkled her nose a bit, just a little frustrated, but she picked up the phone.
"Sorry, Matt...I dropped the phone." she said.
"That's the second time you worried me tonight! Well...I guess dropping the phone is justified. You're probably in shock I asked you." he responded.
"Actually, yes. How long did you talk to Shane about it?" Amy spoke.
"About half an hour, not too long ago." he said. She realized at that moment, that maybe she had made those words difficult on him, but it was his way of telling her to be happy. She wanted to cry about that, but not out of happiness. Her fear had made Shane believe that her love wasn't with him, but with Matt. Each time she thought about Matt, it was less and less favorable. Not long ago, he was a prince, and now? Now he was a overbearing presence who tried to control her life.
I've Become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired So much more aware I'm becoming this All I want to do Is be more like me And be less like you
"Matt...let me call you back...I think I just stepped on something sharp." she said, her eyes filling with tears. She didn't wait for acceptance or rejection, she just hung up the phone, and started to cry. The very personality traits she hated about Matt, she was developing. She couldn't tell Shane how she really felt, and she kept pushing him away, expecting him to be standing there each time she chose to have him there. She cried because the only times she could really be the person she knew she really was, was when she was in his arms. Even when she was there, flashes of this new Amy Dumas, an Amy she felt sick thinking about, came out. The Amy who demanded flexibility from Shane Helms. She demanded a Shane at her beck and call, who would forget that she was playing on his emotions. The phone rang again. She angrily picked it up.
"I told you to give me some time!" she screamed out, trying to use rage to hide her tears.
"I'm sorry...I just couldn't wait to talk to you again before you made your decision." the voice calmly responded. It wasn't Matt, that was for sure. Her tears stopped for a moment, and she listened. "I told you it was about seeing someone at their happiest. This is what I think will make you happier. I hope, Amy." he said, sounding stronger than he actually was inside. She couldn't handle it.
"I don't want to marry him, Shane...I want you here with me...I want you to be the one." she whimpered out, not sure if she was happy or sad.
"Don't make this decision because you think it will make up for tonight. Make this decision because you know that this is what you want." he calmly replied back.
"Please come over...tonight." she said.
"Okay, but not for long." he said, pausing a bit. "I'm on my way." he said, before hanging up.
Amy laid down on her couch, leaning her head against the armrest. She flipped on the stereo, but a lyric she heard immediately wouldn't stop haunting her. "I think I'll change my ways..." kept looping in her head, and being deciphered by her heart. Finally, there was a knock on her door, and when she answered, her eyes gained their light back. She pulled him in and clutched him tightly, like she hadn't seen him in weeks. "I'm so sorry. I'll never do this to you again, Shane."
"I believe you, Amy. I...I thi--" he said, before being interrupted by her sweet kisses.
Can't you see that you're smothering me Holding too tightly Afraid to lose control 'Cause everything that you thought i would be Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is Another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste Is more than I can take
She led him to the bedroom and they finally proceeded with the moment they had been waiting for. He unwrapped her towel, she peeled his clothes off like wrapping paper on a gift. They traded passionate kisses, ever so intense, and this time, it was guilt free. Shane knew that he wanted her, and Amy knew she wanted him. This time, it would be just right.
This time, they would have company. The locked door was quietly unlocked from the outside. It was Matt.
But I know I may end up failing too But I know You were just like me With someone disappointed in you...