A/N: Hey evrybody! Thnks for reviewing (I keep on saying tht on EACH chapter! :) well I heard ur comments and thought abt the twist and turns this story can go through . . . it can b very extreme but now I need to think abt how I can put Matt & Amy back 2gether again AND clear Amy's bad-deed so that she can b loved again by u guys in THIS story! Yeah . . . complicating. But I'll think of something! By the way, do u think this story's a bit too mature for PG-13? Shudnt it b something like PG-15 or something? U tell me . . . I don't wanna fall in the 'report possible abuse' section of FF.net! thanks again for reviewing and now its time for:

Chapter 4 ('Part' doesn't sound so right)

Amy didn't know for how long she had been crying in that bed . . . the thought of how selfishly she could betray Matt was just too much for her. Although she cried in a normal-loud tone, the weeping couldn't be heard from outside. Not that Amy cared. Tears rained down her cheeks but they were being absorbed onto the comforter on which Lita was holding on to.

'Why Matt? WHY did I do it?' she blamed herself. There was no other person she could blame, it was HER fault that she let that . . . monster manipulate her, it was HER fault she allowed David Batista to completely fuck her. She could've screamed for someone, Amy Dumas could've just yelled out the word 'Help' and security might have entered and possibly arrest Batista for such action of rape. But she didn't, what she DID was actually signaled the Evolution member to stay and continue their sexual-actions! Instead of jumping out of the bubble-tub and cry for help, Lita didn't move a muscle and left Batista to drive his mouth inside the round of her boob! Instead of pushing him away from her body Lita secured her hands around his head and pulled the man inside of her to feel his tongue rolling against her taut nipple!

The memory of the night before tortured Amy NOW, AFTER she finished it, NOW she realized how horrific her actions were. NOW she realized she had just betrayed the man of her heart . . . for the man who broke his ribs.

At last Lita stopped panting against the comforter, she was still sitting on the king-sized bed with her head on her knees. Below the protection of the warm comforter, Amy Dumas was still clothe-less but that didn't matter much. Who would she hide from? Batista? That man has seen her in her most secret of places. That man has already 'lived' her in that naked-state.

But suddenly, the stopping of Amy's uncontrolled tears was shown to view as she slowly glanced up from her side of the comforter and started to her right. What she saw now scared her even more, no it wasn't Matt. She WANTED it to be Matt smiling at her and hug her and tell her that it was only a dream and that she didn't do what she did last night. But life wasn't fair was it? No it wasn't Matt Hardy, she didn't see Matt Hardy sitting there next to her on the bed, it was still that man . . . no it was a monster -not a man- a monster . . . it was still David Batista sitting there. Grinning with wide-eyes with a look that chilled Amy to her most strong of bones.

The smile . . . the grin, Amy looked at it with so much fear. Fear that he would-could- make her to forget about the most important person of her life . . . fear that THIS man made her forget about Matty Hardy.

"Whats the matter Lita?" He asked with so much pity in his voice, "What's wrong? Did I SAY something? Oh wait . . . I'm sorry, I meant did I DO something?" The word followed with a short chuckle from the nude-man's voice.

"Go away," Amy strongly spoke as she held on to the comforter to cover her feminine chest. Her eyes trailed tears across her cheeks and they were turning pink in color, but she did not let the man see that she feared him. She needed to be strong, she knew that Batista would NEVER consider her more than a puny one-night-stand and a trophy to brag about among the other guys on the locker room. Oh god! The Locker Room! Those guys would NEVER let Matt rest in piece if they heard about this! They would taunt him, they would just keep on picking up the subject over and over again . . . oh God Lita what have you done!

The sudden realization tore into her, she knew that the tears were now flooding down her face and that showed how weak she was at this state.

"Go away?" Batista spoke with sarcasm, "Go away? Lita I am ashamed! After we been through last night . . . you expect me to just leave you? I will NEVER do THAT."

The glare from Amy transferred from torn to strong, "Batista," she said in a shaky -yet strong- voice, "Leave-My-Room-NOW."

That had only resulted a sly smirk upon Batista's face, what could Lita do to him? Scream for someone to save her? She had already sexed with him the night before, she couldn't do ANYTHING now! HE was the one with the power. He was the one who had control! "Or else what?" He said, keeping the smirk and staring at Amy's body sideways.

Lita used the comforter to close the opening on her sides . . . and that made her realize yet another fact. He KNEW! He KNEW just how weak she was. He KNEW that Amy was as vulnerable as a caged bird! And what more, Amy had now known the discomfort of trying to cover her body, she told herself before that how could that matter after last night. But now she didn't want to be in this state with a man such as Batista.

"Or else what Lita? You can't do anything! I have TOUCHED some places that would even make Matt Hardy jealous! You can't do shit Amy! You CAN'T DO SHIT!" The man screamed, springing from the bed nearing the cornered Lita.

"You don't really care do you?" Amy managed to cry out, "You don't give a damn weather or not I can sue for raping?!"

The strong feeling Amy had a second before also started to fade away . . . now she felt VERY vulnerable.

"Raping?" The man laughed out, "I had the mind for raping Lita but no no! I did not rape! It was YOU who allowed me to take you . . . YOU who allowed me to . . . heh . . . fuck you." Batista was nearing very close now . . . close enough to touch her again.

"Go to hell." She deeply cried, her heart was no more pounding . . . emotionally she couldn't do anything more. And the fact that Batista was right even drove Amy to the edge! Her chest felt like someone had stabbed her with an invisible knife! Her heart burned in mixed emotions. She had betrayed her Matty!

"Heh, heh . . . what's more . . ." The man hissed, narrowing his arms around Amy, "What's more is that you BETRAYED your boyfriend for a punk like me!" And without a warning, the strong figure took control indefinitely as he forcefully grabbed the entire body of Lita and pulled her from the corner and let her fall onto the middle of the bed!

"Let GO of me! HELP!" Amy screamed, his might was too much for her to handle, this man had made the great Goldberg tremble with pain! This man had to be stronger than Amy! She tried her best to fuddle out of the extreme situation but his hands forbid her from doing so!

One of his large hands grabbed hold of the comforter that was covering Amy and pulled it to a side to expose her of her body!

"HELLP!" She cried, shouting with every last amount of energy left in her. Something she should've done hours ago.

"Screaming won't help you!" Batista shouted, forcing his lips to kiss on her nape neck, but then quickly letting go of the diva as if this might be in action of rape and just might result him being sued! He cared about being sued but didn't give a damn about Amy!

Batista quickly put on his clothes and rushed out the room as fast as he could! Making sure the special film-reel was still with him . . . the reel on which Amy was photographed in a highly unacceptable manner. Batsita left . . . leaving Amy to cry on her bed . . . cry for the sake of God that she had betrayed her Matty . . . the Hardy-Girl pulled on the comforter again . . . just for some purposes as she screamed out another cry . . . the sound was soften by her voice, but its volume was loud. Amy Catherine Dumas didn't let anything else stop her from unleashing the pain she felt in her heart.

~ The NC Hospital ~

Over 5 hours had passed by since Matt went inside Jeff's room. The nurse kept in notice that he doesn't disturb their patient, but the look on the older brother's eyes made the woman feel sad . . . she was very new in the hospital.

The older Hardy boy stopped talking to his brother the last hour, he knew Jeff had to rest so he just sat there. He sat backwards on a plastic chair, the position being just perfect for him to see Jeff sleeping there. Snoozing in a heartbeat.

Shannon and Veronica had left half-an-hour ago, Chris Jericho did too once Matt prevented him on getting near Jeff. The only other person inside the hospital was Jeff's ex-girlfriend, Trish Stratus. But she also fell asleep on the waiting room.

It seemed to the nurse that both Trish and Matt were refusing to go and leave the young wrestler alone, they were very good families, she thought.

"Er . . . excuse me sir?" She gently tapped Matt on his shoulder,

"Huh? Oh I'm sorry . . . do I have to leave or something?" Matt responded with a groggy voice, he was very sleepy and with his own state, he just couldn't stay awake without dozing off.

"Well, if you want my suggestion I think you should leave sir. You are not looking good, go get some sleep your brother will be just fine here" The nurse stated,

"I . . . I know that but . . ."

"But what?"

"I'm . . . afraid."

"Don't be sir . . . go home, and take that lady with you too . . . she needs to rest as well."

Matt smiled of her generosity, but something was weird about her . . . didn't she know who they were? "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" said Matt, getting to his feet.

"Um . . . sure . . . go ahead?"

"Are you new here?"

She smiled, "Yes! How did you know? I . . . I just joined last week. I do the morning shift but how did you know?"

"I . . . I have to come here often . . . sometimes very often." Matt's quick talk slowed down.

"I am sorry to here that. Anything you want to share?"
"No its alright, by the way. Do you watch the WWE?"

"Sorry sir?"

"WWE?"

The nurse was confused, normally no body asked that in a first-time conversation! "Is . . . that a medical term?"

Matt let out a short laugh, nope, this person surely didn't know much about wrestling. "No . .." he corrected, "WWE- World WRESTLING Entertainment."

"Oh! Sorry, no . . . I am not a fan of wrestling."

"Oh that's alright. My brother and I . . . and that lady out there . . . we wrestle believe it or not."
"Really?"

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Well, normally I wouldn't judge about our patients' occupations but since you sound like a very sweet person I should inform you that wrestling isn't a safe sport and not one that our doctors advice the patients to do."

"Well . . . it's a living."

"Yeah I guess."

Matt didn't see this girl in the attractive way at all, he talked to her as if she was a fan. The nurse was possibly on her mid 20s and had long black hair pinned to her head.

"I'm Britney by the way," Said she, reaching for a handshake, "Britney Spears,"

Matt took the hand and shook it firmly "Britney Spears? That's a . . . ah . .. nice name. Call me Matt."

Britney blushed a bit, "Yeah . . . well NOT the celebrity Britney Spears we just have common names! Ha,"

"That's a good thing! Well anyways Britney, take care of my brother for me okay? I'll ah . . . I'll take your advice and head home."

"You should sir, and don't worry about your brother, we will take extra care for him."

"Thanks," Matt smiled and looked towards Jeff who was opening his eyes a bit. "Jeff?" Matt suddenly released the nurse's hand and went straight towards his brother.

"Jeff? You all right man? Talk to me." He said, bending down.

"Sir please, let him rest."

"No it's alright, Jeff can you hear me?" Matt almost screamed when he heard his brother moan.

"T . . . Trish? Trish?'" He groggily called out, sending chills through Matt as he saw his brother talking again.

"Trish?"

"Yeah Trish is here," the older Hardy glanced at Britney and told her to get Trish in here.

"Trish is coming bro . . . hold on."

"Matt?"

"Yeah? Who did this to you bro? Was it Evoultion?!"

"No . . . not evolution. Matt . . . Jericho . . . he . . . he hired those goons."

"What are you talking about man? What would Jericho get to hurt you?"

"Its complicated . . . just keep Trish away from Jericho bro . . . please . . . I need you to do this ONE thing for me." Jeff's words were slow, but they were clear now. The words were fading from a groggy state to a normal tone.

"Okay . . . alright." Matt held his brother's hands to make him feel more supported. "Okay man . . . for you." Although he still hadn't much information on why would Jericho and Trish be connected to this?

"Jeff?!" A thinner voice sounded when Trish came through the door, followed by the doctor.

"Trish?" Jeff moaned out but soon was relaxed when he felt Trish fall into his arms, the blonde diva hugged against him and had tears on her eyes. "Don't ever do that to me again okay?" she said in a broken tone.

"Okay everyone back it up, back it up! Let me see how is our patient doing today." Dr. Gilbert moved passed the 3-man crowd to check up on Jeff's condition.

Behind the man, Matt and Trish were standing and watching as Jeff was being checked.

'Yep,' Matt thought, 'Everything's going to be all right now.' The Jericho issue wasn't reading on his mind . . . if that jackass DID do this to his brother than he was going to pay . . . but first Matt needed further evidence.

~ The Airport @ St. Missouri (I never been there so I don't know any of the names) ~

Of course, what Matt thought that 'everything was right' was actually wrong. NOTHING was right. Nothing for Lita at least. She didn't know for how long she had been waiting in the airport- lounge because the WWE flight that was supposed to take her back to North Carolina was delayed. A part of Amy was glad because that way she had to face Matt a bit later. But the other part of her just begged to go back to Matt. She didn't think about what to say or how to explain her . . . action to Matt, but Lita just needed to be near him. She couldn't stay apart from him any longer, the memories of the night before was still haunting her . . . but being near Matt was all she needed.

The most punishing act Amy did after she got out of her room was taking the birth-controlling pills. 'Oh GOD Amy why the hell did you even have to go THAT far so you have to use these?!" Amy yelled to herself in the mind. Of course, she hadn't take in the pills yet. They were right in front of her in the table, the water bottle that Lita always carries along was beside that . . . should she really take these in? If she did, then it would be proven that it wasn't any normal one-night-stand, it was pure sex. Pure sex with a person she had no feelings for! If she did take the pills then to her, Amy would be nothing more than a slut.

With a sigh, Amy Dumas opened a pill and picked it up on her palm . . . she closed her eyes and proceeded to swallow it but-

RingRingring,

Her cell phone vibrated! The beautiful female-superstar placed the pill aside and pulled the phone out of her black-leathered handbag -one of the 15 gifts she got from Matt on Christmas that year.

She clicked it on "Hell . . . hello?" her voice still broken.

"Amez where are you?" The voice on the other end confirmed who it was,

Amy's sweet and tender voice spoke with confusion, " . . . Matty?"

(TBC)

(okay so I need some ideas on what to write on the next chapter! What would YOU do if you were Amez here? pLs let me know!)