Title: Losing Grip
Chapter VII: Cruel Intentions
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 lay on his side. He could feel her warm, bare body pressed up against his back.
This is what caused the whole thing in the first place... He thought to himself.
A tear slipped down his cheek as he realized that he did it yet again.
"Shh... baby, don't cry." She whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm here... it's okay."
"Is it?" He mumbled, wondering how the hell she heard him.
"Well..."
"I know it's not. Why'd you let me do it... again?"
Torrie sighed. "I... I dunno. I guess I needed it."
Matt turned and faced her. "YOU needed it? This was for YOU?"
"No... I mean... yes... I mean -"
"Torrie, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Matt, I'm so sorry. I -"
Matt sat up. "You said it yourself... last night. You said it... you said I was being vulnerable."
"You were."
"So then why'd you take advantage of me?"
Torrie laughed. "Oh yeah, 'cause you're so teeny and helpless." She spat sarcastically. "Matt you want me. Admit it. You wanted me before you were with Amy, you wanted me while you were with Amy, and you want me now."
"You're an easy lay." Matt spat back, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on.
Torrie laughed again. "I am not. We have chemistry."
"No, we don't."
"Yes, we do."
Matt shrugged. "Okay, Tor, you win. We have chemistry." Matt said doing the quote signs. He sighed and walked into the bathroom.
Totally unfazed that she was naked, Torrie leaped out of the bed and followed him. "You don't mean that."
"Go put some clothes on."
"I want you to mean it."
"We can't always get what we want." Matt turned on the water. "Can I brush my teeth in peace?"
Torrie grinned. "Tell me you mean it."
"No."
"Please... for me, baby."
Matt rolled his eyes. "And what are you gonna do for me?"
"Well, well. Correct me if I'm wrong. But who called who last night?"
"You're wrong. And I'm correcting you. I believe the correct term is, 'who called whom'."
Torrie ignored him. "Well?"
"I called you."
"And I comforted you. And now I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Tell me you mean it."
"I mean it."
Torrie rolled her eyes. "Not NOW... you're being pressured... and you don't mean it."
"Shut up, you're not making sense. You're confusing the shit outta me. I just woke up."
"Tell me one day... out of the blue... when I really need to hear it."
"Fine."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Matt." Torrie grabbed his face and made him look at her. "Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
She planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Now go put some clothes on."
"But this is how God intended it to be."
"Did he also intend for you to be a pain in my ass?"
Torrie grinned. "No, these are my intentions."
"I don't like your intentions."
"You probably won't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Brush your teeth." Torrie walked out of the bathroom.
Matt raised an eyebrow in confusion. He brushed his teeth and then went back to Torrie. "What... are your intentions?"
Torrie covered her head with the bed sheets. "I have none, Matt."
"Oh, yeah right. You're a conniving she-devil."
Torrie giggled. "If the pitchfork fits."
"Seriously, Tor." He crawled in the bed with her.
"I'm serious, Matt."
"Look me in the eye and tell me that you have no cruel intentions under your sleeve."
"Nope. Can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a devil... and if stare at you too long, you'll melt."
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Matt took a deep breath. He wiped his hands on his jeans and then knocked.
"One second!"
Matt heard giggles and someone tripping over a pair of shoes... then the door flew open.
Jeff's smile faded.
"Please... Jeff... before you slam the door in my face. I really, really need to talk to you."
Jeff stood there in his jeans and socks. His belt was open and it was pretty obvious he and Beth had been engaged in some sort of... activity.
"Well... I'm kinda busy now..." Jeff said. He really didn't feel like talking to Matt.
"Let him in, Jeff."
Jeff sighed and opened the door. Beth stood in the hallway, wearing one of Jeff's shirts and a pair of shorts.
"Thanks." Matt mumbled as he stepped inside the house. The familiar sound of Liger's snores made Matt smile. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he'd been there.
"So... what's... up?" Jeff asked nervously.
"Too much. It's nice to see you... I mean without the guys here and all..."
"I know. I... uh... I miss you." Jeff said softly, looking down at the floor.
"You mean that?"
Jeff nodded. "Matt... you're my big brother."
"I thought you changed the title to older brother when you hit thirteen?"
Jeff laughed. "Nah, man. It's hard... you know... kinda being in the middle of it all."
Matt nodded.
"People talk to me about you... saying how fucked up you are... and I want to agree with them 'cause I'm upset about Amy. But I know you didn't do it... and... well... you're my brother and I love you and I could never hate you. Even if you did kill her.""I love you, too, man."
"Aww... Kodak moment."
The guys turned around to see Beth standing there with a huge smile on her face.
"Dammit, I forgot she was there." Jeff growled.
"Yep. The whole time. Softy."
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"I'm glad you two are talking again. And I missed seeing you around, Matt."
"I missed you guys, too."
"Group hug?" Beth asked hopefully.
"Only for you." Matt and Jeff said in unison.
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Hours later, Matt and Jeff sat in the middle of the living room, still talking like they hadn't spoken in years. Beth slept angelically next to Liger, the two of them snoring softly.
"So... even though you've been here for a couple of hours... I'm getting this brother-vibe that you still have to get something off your chest." Jeff said.
Matt nodded.
"Well, what is it?"
Matt sighed. "You know I cheated on Amy -"
"Who with?"
"Can't say... I wanna keep her out of all of this crap."
"Do I know her?"
"Yes."
"Is she with WWE?"
"Can't say."
"So she is!"
"Jeff-"
"Is it Nidia?"
"No, Jeff."
"Nora?"
"I'm not telling y -"
"Jackie?"
"Jeff -"
"Torrie?"
Matt shook his head but looked at the floor.
"It was Torrie, wasn't it?"
"I told you I wasn't gonna answer you."
"But you looked at the floor..."
"So?" Matt looked up. "I'm not, now."
"Wouldja tell me who it is please?"
"Jeff... please... don't make me tell you."
Jeff sighed. "Fine."
"Anyway... the girl I cheated on Amy with -"
"Nidia, Nora, Jackie or Torrie. Mm-hmm, I'm listening."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Well, she... she told me that I wouldn't like her intentions. And I'm kinda worried about what else she has up her sleeve."
"You wouldn't like her intentions? What the hell? She already caused a death, what else is she gonna do?"
"Exactly."
Jeff shook his head and ran a hand through his short blue hair. "Don't worry about it, man. S'all good."
"It is?"
"Yeah. She was probably joking or something."
Matt sighed. "I sure hope so."
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