Author's Note: I do not own Matt or Jeff Hardy, nor am I in any way
affiliated with Titan Entertainment, WWE, or any of its subsidiaries. This
story is strictly for entertainment purposes.
TRAGEDY
Chapter 7: Lost in thought
The early morning hours dragged past and now the sky was graying outside the kitchen as the sun struggled to break onto the horizon. Though they had both been awake these past few hours barely a word was spoken between them. They had scarcely moved, save for the few moments Samantha stole from his sight to begin the coffee. The smell of fresh coffee brewing was beginning to spread throughout the house and had undoubtedly made it up to the second floor. Upstairs Kelly must have turned on the shower in the guest bedroom. Samantha glanced at the ceiling acknowledging the sound of the water as it rushed through the pipes above her.
"Kelly's awake." Jeff commented, stating what was already obvious to Samantha.
Looking back to him for only a second before Samantha rose again from her chair across the large wooden table. She moved to the coffeemaker in the corner and began preparing a cup for herself. "Help yourself to coffee or whatever. I think there's even some Lucky Charms in the cupboard." Samantha started. "I suppose we should get going. It's a long haul to your dad's." She started back towards the table and continued behind Jeff, lightly sweeping her hand across his back as she past him. "I'm headed to the shower. I'll see you in a while."
Jeff's eyes followed after her. The smoothness of her body and the grace of her movements left him in awe. He had always been fascinated by her beauty, but had never quite taken note of it. She was, after all, his brother's girlfriend. His gaze was broken as she disappeared around the corner into the front hallway. For a few seconds his eyes strained as though trying to continue his line of sight through the plastered walls. He shook his head quickly, trying to bring himself back to the reality of the circumstances of the day.
Jeff rose from his seat at the table and followed Samantha's lead. As he approached the top of the stairs he caught a quick glimpse of Samantha as she entered her bedroom. As he continued down the hall, his eyes remained fixed on her doorway, until he was close enough to see she had closed it behind her. Standing next to her door, he looked at it expectantly. He hoped for Samantha to feel his presence from inside the door and welcome him in. His eyes were burning, a side effect from the long night of restlessness. The sensation brought him to his senses and as he brought his hands to his face, he wondered to himself about what was happening. What was he thinking? Suppose Samantha had come to the door and welcomed him into her room, then what? What would he say, do? And what of his girlfriend, Kelly, awaiting his return across the hall? The groan that escaped his lips communicated the sigh in his heart.
Jeff continued down the hallway and into the guest room he and Kelly had stayed in the night before. She turned towards him, noting his return as he walked past her and lay out on the bed. She was fully dressed and stood before a full-length mirror, brushing through her still wet hair. Unlike Jeff, she had no trouble sleeping. The previous day's events had exhausted her and she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had not even heard Jeff leave the room in the early hours of the morning. When she had finished brushing through her hair, she moved towards the bed and reached into the overnight bag she had brought back yesterday. She placed the brush in a pocket and turned her attention to Jeff.
"You didn't sleep?" She asked as she sat beside him on the bed.
"No. I know I was tired, but I wasn't able to drift off." He responded, staring at the ceiling, part of himself still lost in his own thoughts.
Timidly, she continued. "Have you seen Sam yet?"
Jeff didn't answer right away. Kelly could see that he was distracted. She could only guess at what he might be thinking. After a moment, Jeff spoke again. "Huh, oh Sam. Yes, we just sat up most of the night, trying to support one another as best we could. She couldn't sleep either."
Kelly's face lit up with the possibility that she may recognize her friend as she had always known her, the strong-willed, upbeat, optimist that she was. "She spoke then?"
"Not much. I think we both just needed the company. She needed to know that someone was there for her, feeling what she was feeling, hurting." Again, his mind drifted away and he was lost in his thoughts.
Kelly saw that there was no point in trying to continue the conversation. A sinking feeling came over her as she thought about how little comfort she was able to bring her friend and now her boyfriend. She opted to go down to the kitchen in search of coffee. As she left the room, Jeff took little note of the void where she had been.
TRAGEDY
Chapter 7: Lost in thought
The early morning hours dragged past and now the sky was graying outside the kitchen as the sun struggled to break onto the horizon. Though they had both been awake these past few hours barely a word was spoken between them. They had scarcely moved, save for the few moments Samantha stole from his sight to begin the coffee. The smell of fresh coffee brewing was beginning to spread throughout the house and had undoubtedly made it up to the second floor. Upstairs Kelly must have turned on the shower in the guest bedroom. Samantha glanced at the ceiling acknowledging the sound of the water as it rushed through the pipes above her.
"Kelly's awake." Jeff commented, stating what was already obvious to Samantha.
Looking back to him for only a second before Samantha rose again from her chair across the large wooden table. She moved to the coffeemaker in the corner and began preparing a cup for herself. "Help yourself to coffee or whatever. I think there's even some Lucky Charms in the cupboard." Samantha started. "I suppose we should get going. It's a long haul to your dad's." She started back towards the table and continued behind Jeff, lightly sweeping her hand across his back as she past him. "I'm headed to the shower. I'll see you in a while."
Jeff's eyes followed after her. The smoothness of her body and the grace of her movements left him in awe. He had always been fascinated by her beauty, but had never quite taken note of it. She was, after all, his brother's girlfriend. His gaze was broken as she disappeared around the corner into the front hallway. For a few seconds his eyes strained as though trying to continue his line of sight through the plastered walls. He shook his head quickly, trying to bring himself back to the reality of the circumstances of the day.
Jeff rose from his seat at the table and followed Samantha's lead. As he approached the top of the stairs he caught a quick glimpse of Samantha as she entered her bedroom. As he continued down the hall, his eyes remained fixed on her doorway, until he was close enough to see she had closed it behind her. Standing next to her door, he looked at it expectantly. He hoped for Samantha to feel his presence from inside the door and welcome him in. His eyes were burning, a side effect from the long night of restlessness. The sensation brought him to his senses and as he brought his hands to his face, he wondered to himself about what was happening. What was he thinking? Suppose Samantha had come to the door and welcomed him into her room, then what? What would he say, do? And what of his girlfriend, Kelly, awaiting his return across the hall? The groan that escaped his lips communicated the sigh in his heart.
Jeff continued down the hallway and into the guest room he and Kelly had stayed in the night before. She turned towards him, noting his return as he walked past her and lay out on the bed. She was fully dressed and stood before a full-length mirror, brushing through her still wet hair. Unlike Jeff, she had no trouble sleeping. The previous day's events had exhausted her and she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had not even heard Jeff leave the room in the early hours of the morning. When she had finished brushing through her hair, she moved towards the bed and reached into the overnight bag she had brought back yesterday. She placed the brush in a pocket and turned her attention to Jeff.
"You didn't sleep?" She asked as she sat beside him on the bed.
"No. I know I was tired, but I wasn't able to drift off." He responded, staring at the ceiling, part of himself still lost in his own thoughts.
Timidly, she continued. "Have you seen Sam yet?"
Jeff didn't answer right away. Kelly could see that he was distracted. She could only guess at what he might be thinking. After a moment, Jeff spoke again. "Huh, oh Sam. Yes, we just sat up most of the night, trying to support one another as best we could. She couldn't sleep either."
Kelly's face lit up with the possibility that she may recognize her friend as she had always known her, the strong-willed, upbeat, optimist that she was. "She spoke then?"
"Not much. I think we both just needed the company. She needed to know that someone was there for her, feeling what she was feeling, hurting." Again, his mind drifted away and he was lost in his thoughts.
Kelly saw that there was no point in trying to continue the conversation. A sinking feeling came over her as she thought about how little comfort she was able to bring her friend and now her boyfriend. She opted to go down to the kitchen in search of coffee. As she left the room, Jeff took little note of the void where she had been.
