Title: Losing Grip

Chapter XI: Another Trigger Pulled

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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"No… no…" Jeff sat up. "No…"

"Baby, what's wrong?" Torrie sat up next to him and played with his hair.

Jeff pushed her hand away. "Don't call me that."

"You know something?" She bit her lip.

"What?" Jeff got out of the bed and grabbed the clothes he had on the night before.

"You're better than Matt." She giggled.

Jeff froze and looked up at her. He held his shirt in his hand. "What did… what did you just say?"

Torrie licked her lips. "You're better than Matt… your brother."

"You sle… you slept with… with Matt?"

Torrie nodded and grinned. "A few times. He's good… and he has potential. But you, Jeff –"

"YOU BITCH!" Jeff screamed.

"What?" Torrie's eyes widened. She was surprised at Jeff. He'd never spoken to her that way.

"You fucking… WHORE! You killed Amy! It was you! My brother cheated on Amy with YOU! What are you trying to do? Are you trying to kill Be – … oh… oh my God, Beth. Beth… you wanna kill Beth? Huh?! Huh, you bitch?"

Torrie got out of the bed and put a robe on. "I don't know who you think you're talking to, Jeff. But if you call me – "

"Fuck you. Don't threaten me." Jeff inched closer to her so their noses were almost touching. "I swear on my life, Torrie, if you touch one hair on Beth's head – "

Torrie grinned. "Listen to yourself. You're making it seem like I killed Amy. I didn't touch her. She killed herself." She shrugged. "So if your precious Bethany loves you that much… and she finds out you cheated on her… it's not my fault if she puts a gun in her mou – "

Jeff slapped her.

Torrie gasped and stared up at him with watery eyes.

His green eyes were slightly squinted, yet he was glaring at her. He didn't know what to do. He felt terrible for laying a hand on a woman, but she deserved it. Jeff bit his lip and tears slipped out of his eyes. "I hate you."

Torrie still looked up at him, her hand holding her face where he slapped her.

"I really… really hate you." Jeff whispered. "Don't you ever say her name again."

Torrie nodded.

As much as Jeff wanted to stay there and tell Torrie how much he hated her… he couldn't. He just put his jeans on and left. He felt dirty… he felt used. He needed to talk to someone. He needed Beth.

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"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Jeff's eyes watered and he desperately lunged for his girlfriend. She gave him a disgusted look, backing up away from the bed he was sitting on. "Baby… baby, please." Jeff couldn't help it. The tears streamed down his face. "Don't do this to me… Beth please don't –"

"Jeff, do you understand what you did? Do you understand the seriousness of this issue?" She bit her lip and sniffled. She ran a hand through her short brown hair.

"Beth – "

"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T LIKE BLONDES, JEFF!" She yelled, smacking his head. She lowered her voice. "Come on, Jeff… don't you know your colors?"

Jeff closed his eyes and shook his head.

"So you don't. Fucking dumb ass," she spat sarcastically.

"I'm so sorry, Beth." He whispered.

She smacked him again. "SORRY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Getting frustrated, Jeff stood up a little too quickly, almost knocking Beth down. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

Beth laughed sarcastically. "Oh… yeah. What? She tripped over something and landed on your dick?! My dick?! Fucking… bitch! I thought we were happy, Jeff… I thought we were…" she broke into sobs. Beth turned away from him. Her knees gave out and she fell to the floor, curling up into a ball.

"Oh… baby." Jeff knelt down beside her. "Baby… please."

Beth sniffed loudly. "Go away."

Jeff bit his lip and ran a hand through her hair. He pulled her closer to him, attempting to rock her and comfort her.

"GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed. "Let me go!" Beth pushed Jeff and stood up. "To think I wanted to marry you! To think I was gonna propose to you!" She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a little box.

Jeff's mouth fell open. That's what he loved about Beth. She was so outgoing. Jeff couldn't think of any other woman who would propose to her boyfriend. "Beth…"

She threw the ring at him. It hit him in the corner of his eye, scratching it. She pulled something else out of the dresser.

Now Jeff's eyes widened. "Bethany… don't."

"Don't what?" She pointed the gun at him. "Don't kill you?"

Jeff bit his lip nervously. "Please… baby, it was an accident. It was all an accident… I didn't… I didn't mean to hurt you… I would never –"

"WELL YOU DID, FUCKFACE!" She pushed the gun near his temple. He flinched. "You hurt me… you hurt me real bad."

What the hell was she doing with a gun in the drawer? Jeff couldn't put this together. "Beth… why did you have a gun?"

How come Jeff always knew what to ask? He was so observant that it was always nearly impossible to hide something from him. She squinted her eyes at the question and let her arm fall limp. "I… I don't know."

"Were you planning to… kill someone?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Me."

He gasped, but tried to remain calm. He was usually good at talking things out… he couldn't freak out now. "Why, baby?"

"You hate me."

"I do not." Jeff reached up, and cupped her cheek in his hand. He brushed a few tears away with his thumb.

"Mmhmm…" She mumbled shakily. "I know you hate me, Jeff. I hate me, too."

Jeff rolled his eyes and put his back to her. He walked over to the window and pressed his forehead up against the cold glass. He was speechless. He had absolutely nothing to say.

A deathly silence fell in the room…

Beth stared at Jeff's back.

And Jeff stared at Beth in the window's reflection.

Liger obviously felt the tension that was circulating in the room, because she began to whine.

Jeff watched as a streak of lightening flashed across the sky. As if the weather were on cue, there came a clap of thunder and then the rain began to pour.

Beth played with the gun in her hands. She ran her finger over the trigger. It was cold… and it made her smile.

Jeff shut his eyes for a minute, attempting to regroup. He sighed. "Beth…" He looked up so he could make eye contact with her. His breath caught in his throat as the window reflected the morbid picture that was happening behind him. Beth had the gun in her mouth and it looked like she was contemplating on pulling the trigger.

Jeff spun around. "BETH, NO!"

She looked up at him.

Smiled.

And pulled the trigger.

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