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Persons' thoughts are noted with *'s.
For anyone who may have been patiently waiting for me to write more, or not so patiently, lol, thanks!
Chapter 3: Sara!
Biting her lower lip, Amy grasped the pillow tighter to her chest. *He can't mean that?! Matt can't be leaving tomorrow!* Fear and uncertainty gripping her heart, Amy squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come.
Amy felt the bed creak as Matt slowly got out of bed. Pretending to sleep, Amy held her breath until the door closed quietly behind him. Jumping out of bed, she winced and squinted her eyes as the bright, morning sun momentarily blinded her. Hastily, she pulled her sunshine yellow robe around her and rushed to meet the elevator. Angrily, she slammed the polished wood doors with her hand. Moments later, she hurried down to the lobby in a pair of sweats, watching as Matt made his second turn through the revolving doors. Hurriedly, Amy followed him. "Matt, what possessed you to do this? Why are you leaving?" she demanded angrily.
Dressed in blue jeans and his favorite red, flannel shirt, he whirled to face her. "Possessed me?! You have the nerve to ask! Why do you think I am leaving?! You barely manage two words to me. Yet, still, you won't let it go. I am lucky if I even receive a passionate kiss from you anymore!" he spat out.
Livid, Amy lashed out, her hand connecting painfully with his face. Wistfully, Matt spoke up. "At first I thought perhaps a therapist could help us, but . . ." his voice trailed off. Pain flickered in his eyes. "I don't know anymore. I don't know what to do to help solve our problem, or if I can even do anything . . . it seems I am part of the problem. Anyway, I will be on the road for two months. I'll call you when I get the chance. Goodbye Amy." Matt, his strides long but his heart heavy, shook his head in despair. With sad eyes, Amy watched as he stepped into the yellow cab. She ached to embrace Matt and tell him she loved him, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow it. As the cab roared off down the street, she hoarsely whispered, "I'm sorry."
Early the next morning, in Connecticut:
"Matt, I have been getting some ideas for you in another story line," Vince exclaimed excitedly, as Matt struggled to keep up with Mr. McMahon's fast pace. "Another story line? I liked the one I was in," he protested.
"A ha, exactly. Was being the key word here. Amy is taking a temporary leave of absence, isn't she?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, yes," he reluctantly replied. 'At least, I hope so!'
"Good! In the meantime, I have a new valet for you."
"Whoa, what?! A new valet!"
"Yes, must I repeat it?" Vince asked, an amused grin on his face. "I, I don't want a new valet!"
Seeming not to hear him, Vince continued, "Matt, meet Sara."
A petite, auburn haired woman let out a puff of air, momentarily lifting her bangs off her forehead. Her green eyes widened in astonishment. "Matt Hardy?! I had no idea!.."
"Sara?" Matt stared at her, his eyes wide in shock and disbelief.
Persons' thoughts are noted with *'s.
For anyone who may have been patiently waiting for me to write more, or not so patiently, lol, thanks!
Chapter 3: Sara!
Biting her lower lip, Amy grasped the pillow tighter to her chest. *He can't mean that?! Matt can't be leaving tomorrow!* Fear and uncertainty gripping her heart, Amy squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come.
Amy felt the bed creak as Matt slowly got out of bed. Pretending to sleep, Amy held her breath until the door closed quietly behind him. Jumping out of bed, she winced and squinted her eyes as the bright, morning sun momentarily blinded her. Hastily, she pulled her sunshine yellow robe around her and rushed to meet the elevator. Angrily, she slammed the polished wood doors with her hand. Moments later, she hurried down to the lobby in a pair of sweats, watching as Matt made his second turn through the revolving doors. Hurriedly, Amy followed him. "Matt, what possessed you to do this? Why are you leaving?" she demanded angrily.
Dressed in blue jeans and his favorite red, flannel shirt, he whirled to face her. "Possessed me?! You have the nerve to ask! Why do you think I am leaving?! You barely manage two words to me. Yet, still, you won't let it go. I am lucky if I even receive a passionate kiss from you anymore!" he spat out.
Livid, Amy lashed out, her hand connecting painfully with his face. Wistfully, Matt spoke up. "At first I thought perhaps a therapist could help us, but . . ." his voice trailed off. Pain flickered in his eyes. "I don't know anymore. I don't know what to do to help solve our problem, or if I can even do anything . . . it seems I am part of the problem. Anyway, I will be on the road for two months. I'll call you when I get the chance. Goodbye Amy." Matt, his strides long but his heart heavy, shook his head in despair. With sad eyes, Amy watched as he stepped into the yellow cab. She ached to embrace Matt and tell him she loved him, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow it. As the cab roared off down the street, she hoarsely whispered, "I'm sorry."
Early the next morning, in Connecticut:
"Matt, I have been getting some ideas for you in another story line," Vince exclaimed excitedly, as Matt struggled to keep up with Mr. McMahon's fast pace. "Another story line? I liked the one I was in," he protested.
"A ha, exactly. Was being the key word here. Amy is taking a temporary leave of absence, isn't she?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, yes," he reluctantly replied. 'At least, I hope so!'
"Good! In the meantime, I have a new valet for you."
"Whoa, what?! A new valet!"
"Yes, must I repeat it?" Vince asked, an amused grin on his face. "I, I don't want a new valet!"
Seeming not to hear him, Vince continued, "Matt, meet Sara."
A petite, auburn haired woman let out a puff of air, momentarily lifting her bangs off her forehead. Her green eyes widened in astonishment. "Matt Hardy?! I had no idea!.."
"Sara?" Matt stared at her, his eyes wide in shock and disbelief.