Title: Losing Grip

Chapter IV: Hear Me Out

Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's … Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.

A/N: Phoenix-Satori10, I was just reading my reviews and thanks for noticing my writing skills :) I'm still trying to get better… but thanks for noticing, anyway!

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"And so Matt's not going to jail?"

Jeff shook his head, and looked down at Shane. Shane sat on the black bench in Jeff's dressing room and watched as the younger Hardy drew designs on his forearm.

"But he killed her, man." Shane bit his lip. "It was murder… he committed a felony . He shoulda been sentenced at least twenty years."

Jeff shrugged. "He didn't do it."

"What?"

"He didn't do it."

Shane stood up. He practically laughed in Jeff's face. "Please."

Jeff sighed and placed the cap back on the red washable Crayola marker. "Believe it or not. They gave him the lie detector test and everything… dusted for fingerprints… the whole nine. He's innocent as they come."

"You're not just saying that because he's your brother, right?"

"Wish I could. I'm just as pissed off at him as the rest of you are… I just… I just wish I coulda been there… you know? Maybe to stop whatever really did happen." Jeff sadly shook his head. "We were on the other side of the door, Shane. We heard them yelling. You know how many times I thought about going in there? When the gun sounded… I… I knew it was too late."

Shane shrugged. "Forget about it, man. At least for the next fifteen minutes… you've got a match. You don't want this to interfere."

Jeff nodded. "You're right."

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The tag team match between the Hardy Boyz and Edge and Christian had to be one of the most difficult things Matt had to go through. The spears… the bodyslams… the dropkicks…everything was so real. Adam was extra tough on Matt.

After the match, Matt felt terrible. Not only because Adam beat the holy hell out of him, but because Adam actually meant every last hit. Matt's relationship with all of his closest friends was deteriorating and that's what hurt most. He recently lost the love of his life and since everyone hated him, no one was there for him.

Matt walked into the locker room, startled by what he saw. Shane, Adam, Jeff, and Chris Jericho sat there calmly. Matt instinctively turned to leave the room.

"Wait, Matt." Jericho stood up.

Matt turned around.

"Look… I… I know… you know… well…" He sighed. "I'm still pissed at you… but I'm willing to hear you out… Jeff told us you're innocent."

Matt couldn't help but smile. He was so relieved. "I am."

"So what really happened?" Adam asked.

"And don't lie." Chris added.

Matt nodded. "She… she committed suicide."

Jeff's eyes widened. "SHE KILLED HERSELF?!" He shrieked.

Shane's mouth dropped open.

"Why?" Adam whispered.

Matt bit his lip. He couldn't lie to them now… they would know. "I cheated on her."

"So I still have the right to be pissed off at you." Jericho spat.

"Either way it's still your fault that she's dead!" Shane yelled.

Adam stood up, shaking his head. "Remember when I told you… she was damn good to you?"

"So damn good." Jeff said softly.

Matt nodded.

"She talked about you constantly." Adam let out a small laugh from the memories. "Like a bunch of straight guys would want to hear her talk about a dude all day… but still… she loved you. We thought you loved her, too."

Jeff took a deep breath. "Why would you do that to her?"

Matt ran a hand through his long dark waves. "It was a spur of the moment thing… like you've never cheated on Trish, CJ."

Jericho shook his head. "Never."

"Or you, Jeff… on Beth."

"Never even thought of it."

Matt sighed. They were doing this on purpose. They were trying to make it seem as if he were the most fucked up guy in the world.

He nodded and left. It was working.

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