Title: Losing Grip
Chapter II: Portraying a Lie
Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's … Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.
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Matt screamed.
He knelt by Amy's side, picking up the gun and cradling her head.
"Oh my God…" He whispered.
The room to the door burst open and four men charged in. It was Jeff, Shane, Adam, and Jericho.
"OH MY GOD!" Shane screamed.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Adam accused.
Matt's eyes widened, as he looked up at the other men. He looked down at Amy, and realized what he was portraying. He was holding the gun… his hands were bloody… and there was Amy – motionless and sprawled out on the floor.
Jeff began to gag, and he ran to the bathroom.
"It's not what you think… she –"
"You would do that… you would blame it on her! She's hurt, you asshole! And you'd still blame it on her! You shot her you bastard!" Jericho couldn't take his eyes off of Amy's body.
"It's not what it looks like –"
"THEN WHAT IS IT?" Jericho glared at Matt.
"That doesn't matter," Adam said, "call 9-1-1, we'll deal with him later."
Shane knelt down by Amy's side. "Adam, no… she's… she's dead."
"She's dead?" Jeff asked softly, standing in the bathroom doorway.
"You sick bastard… I'll kill you…" Jericho growled at Matt.
Matt shook his head. "I didn't –"
"Bullshit, Matt!" Shane yelled. "You were caught! Face it!"
"Oh, God… Amy…" Jeff mumbled. "What's gonna happen?"
Adam shook his head. "I don't know, Jeff. I don't know…"
Ten eyes stared at Amy's body. A wisp of her hair was strewn across her forehead. Her hazel eyes were wide open, a pool of blood surrounding her head.
"Sweet Jesus, look at the wall." Shane whispered.
Everyone looked at the bullet that was lodged inside the hotel wall. Gray matter was splattered everywhere, giving everyone in the room a nauseating feeling.
"I can't be in here anymore." Jeff mumbled, his stomach turning. He shut his eyes while he stepped over Amy's body and walked into the hallway.
"I'm leaving, too… before I kill him." Jericho said through gritted teeth.
"We have to clean this mess up…" Shane whispered.
Adam shook his head. "Don't touch her. Just… just call the ambulance." He glared at Matt. "And the police."
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