Title: Losing Grip

Chapter VI: Can't Be Without You

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: This chapter is for everyone who's wondering who in the blue hell Matt called… lol… 'specially Sweet-Steffie.

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Matt lay on his bed, waiting for his company to arrive. The lamp was still crushed on the floor in tiny little pieces. That's how his life was going… it was being crushed into tiny little pieces. And without Amy, there was no electricity.

A sharp knock on the door caught Matt's attention, and he stood up to get it. He swung the hotel door open and she stood there in jeans and a V1 tee shirt. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail and she looked tired.

"Torrie… tell me I'm gonna be okay… tell me everything's gonna be okay." Matt pleaded as he let her in.

She smiled sweetly and shook her head. "I can't promise you anything, Matt. I'm here for you… that's about it."

"You're the only one that's here for me."

"I know it. I'm sorry."

Matt shrugged. "It's not your fault –"

"You're right… it's our fault. I shouldn't have come here… it's wrong. People will think –"

Matt cut her off. "Who cares what people think? Tor… you're the only one that'll talk to me. Not even my own brother will talk to me! Please… just stay."

Torrie shook her head. "I don't know."

"Please."

She sighed. "Fine… fine Matt… so what's up with you?" She carefully stepped around the little shards of glass and sat on the bed.

"What the hell do you think is up with me? My girlfriend's dead, my friends won't talk to me, I'm a total wreck – "

"And you think I'm not?! Matt, I'm one of the main reasons why Amy killed herself! So don't catch a damn attitude with me, 'cause quite frankly, I don't wanna hear it. God, Matt you're so fucking selfish." Torrie rolled her eyes and lay back on the bed. Matt stood in his neutral position, still near the door.

"I'm selfish?"

"Yes, Matt. You're selfish. Amy died; no one wants to talk to you, boo-fucking-hoo. Not everyone is gonna throw themselves at you because you lost someone. Suck it up. Be a man."

"Torrie! I don't know if this registered in your mind yet… but AMY is DEAD. Amy is fucking DEAD! And yes, it is your fault, and yes it is my fault. My girlfriend is DEAD. And do you know how hard it is for me to live thinking if I hadn't fucking boned some other chick she'd still be alive? If I had known exactly what I had goin' for me, she'd still be alive? Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to live knowing that the love of your life is dead and you were the cause of it?"

Torrie just sat there staring at him with cold eyes. Her face was blank; completely expressionless. There was an eerie silence between the two of them and finally she spoke. "Are you done?"

Matt rolled his eyes.

"Well? Are you?"

"Yes, Torrie. I'm done."

"Good. And to answer your question, I DO know what you're going through. Hellooo, Matt, you said it yourself! Both of us caused Amy's death. So yeah, I know how you feel about the whole thing. But for you to stand there and throw it in my face is just… ugh. Plus, I know it's hard but you have to get over it. At least try."

Matt sighed and lay next to her on the bed. He rested his head in her lap. "It's so hard when nobody wants to even look at you."

"See?" Torrie shoved his arm. "There you go again! All mopey and whatnot. Matt, take charge! Tell them how you feel. Tell them everything tha – "

Torrie was cut off by Matt's massive hand grabbing the back of her neck. He pulled her down and forced a kiss on her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist the kiss. She returned it, savoring the delicious taste of his tongue. Finally, after a few moments, she realized what she was doing and how wrong it was.

"Mm… Matt, no." Torrie breathed. "I… we can't. Stop."

"Torrie… I need you."

"No, Matt. You're… being vulnerable. You don't need me, I should go now."

"Don't."

"I'm only making it worse." Torrie got off the bed and walked out of the hotel room, closing the door behind her.

Matt rubbed his face. "Fuck." He mumbled. He sat up. He was pretty tired. He pulled the elastic band out of his hair and tossed it to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head, now in a wife beater and jeans.

Matt was just about to take off his belt when a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?"

Silence.

"Who is it?" Matt said a little louder.

Still silence… and then another knock.

Matt opened the door and Torrie leaped into his arms, showering him with kisses.

"I can't." She whispered as she kissed his ear.

"Then why are you doing it?"

Torrie stopped kissing him long enough to stare into his eyes. "I can't be without you." She whispered against his lips. She leaned in and kissed him again.

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