Wow, 19 reviews already! I honestly didn't think that so many people would like this story. :sniffles: I luv yew guys! (That's actually a really good impression of a few guys I saw at a pub one night who were off their face. It was funny...but maybe ya had to be there? LOL)

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Anyway, on with the show.

"Well, Josie, what do you think of all this now?" Josie and Jeff were alone in her hotel room. It was well after midnight and the others had gone out to celebrate. Josie was too tired to go and Jeff was complaining of a sore shoulder (nobody had believed him, of course).

"What do I think of what?" She took a handful of chips and rested her head back on Jeff's legs. He gently brushed her hair out of her face.

"This whole wrestling business? Now that you've made it here?" She sighed.

"Well, I still think its bullshit if that's what you mean. But I love it. It's my life and it always has been." She stuffed the rest of the chips in her mouth and Jeff laughed.

"You're so cute." He smiled gently and ran his finger down her cheek. She blushed and sat up. "Hey, hey, hey. Get back here." He pulled her back down and she started giggling.

"What?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Where did you come from Josie?" He asked softly and she laughed loudly.

"What is with these questions?" He started laughing along with her.

"I just want to know what all the mystery is." He sighed and she reached up and touched his face.

"There is no mystery Jeff. I'm just boring that's all." She grinned and he just stared at her dubiously. "Okay, okay. What do you want to know?" She gave in.

"Who are your parents and why would your Father be so pissed off that you're here?" When he saw the expression on her face, he bit his lip and wished that he hadn't asked. "Sorry, I..."

"I don't know who my mother is and as far as I'm concerned, my "father" gave up any right to be called that years ago. Shawn has been more of a father to me than that bastard." Her voice was cold and she obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay, so what...um, what's your favorite colour?" He quickly changed course, not wanting to upset her more.

Josie laughed and reached up, taking hold of a lock of Jeff's violet coloured hair.

"I thought you would have figured that out by now. You want to know what happened, don't you?" She asked quietly and Jeff looked uncomfortable.

"If you don't want to talk about it..."

"No, that's okay. You have to promise me that it stays between us though." She sat up and looked deep into his eyes.

"Of course. You and me." He nodded, with a concerned smile. Josie took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

"Well, when I was fifteen I got sick with Glandular Fever and I never really recovered. Even when some of the symptoms disappeared, the exhaustion and headaches didn't. I was always tired, I couldn't concentrate on anything...God, I was so weak I couldn't even walk to the door of my bedroom without help. I went to so many doctors who did countless tests and came up with nothing. It was the most agonising time of my life.

Eventually I found a doctor who believed I was really sick. He told me that I had a thing called Post-Viral Syndrome and that it sometimes went away on its own. By that time it had been nearly three months since I recovered from the actual Glandular Fever and he told me to come back to see him in another three months and try to cope as best I could under the circumstances." She laughed bitterly and looked up at the ceiling, her blue eyes filled with tears. "He said if it hadn't cleared up by then, to come back and he would diagnose me with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Have you ever heard of it?" She looked at him and he shook his head, not really sure where all this was going.

"Well, you're always exhausted, you can't concentrate on things, it can affect your memory...different people have different symptoms, I won't go through them all.

The worst thing for me was when I was put on anti-depressants. For some reason when I was put on them I started having panic attacks that I sometimes have even now." She took a deep breath and continued. "There is no test to prove that you're actually sick with CFS. A lot of people say it's all in the mind." She paused, the hurt etched on her face. "My father was one of them. The day after that visit to the doctors, we had an argument about it. He thought I just wanted his attention. The fight was pretty brutal and he ended up kicking me out. He said he didn't want to live under the same roof as 'an attention-seeking liar!' " She spat, blinking back tears. "Shawn was there when it happened. He took me to his home and I lived there for a few years. Once I was diagnosed, I was determined not to live like that for the rest of my life. It took a long, long time, but I slowly started back at the gym and began to push myself. Not too hard, but after a couple of relapses I built myself up and decided I wanted to get into wrestling if I could handle it. It's always been my dream. Shawn supported me, and I did okay, until I got to ECW a year and a half ago, when I collapsed, fell off the top of a cage and fractured my skull." She laughed quietly, looking down at her hands. "I am so much luckier than a lot of people who have CFS. Most of them have severe symptoms for years on end and can't even get out of the house. At least mine improved enough for me to build myself up to this point." Sighing, she looked at him, as though she was trying to understand something.

"I can't believe he just abandoned me Jeff." She threw up her hands. "Did he have any idea how scared I was? I had no clue what was happening to me, God! I just wanted to die so many times, I just wanted it to be over and he...he..." She broke down completely and started sobbing. Jeff couldn't stand seeing her like this.

He moved closer to Josie and rocked her in his arms. "Shhh...it's okay honey, it's okay."

"No, no it's not, Jeff. I hate him so much and it's not right...it's not right." She looked up into Jeff's eyes and his heart nearly broke when he saw the pain there. "Why did he do it to me? Why doesn't he love me?" She sobbed.

Jeff just kissed her forehead and held her to him again. He stayed with Josie like that for over an hour until she'd fallen asleep. His mind was racing with what she'd told him, trying to figure out who her Father could be. There was one thing he knew for sure; if he ever did find out, that man would be very sorry.

Well, now you know why she hates her Dad so much...so let's see if anyone can guess his identity? Oh, come on, you know you want to! hehehe...

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