Author's Notes – Three updates from me in one day. I think that's a record for me. Hope you all enjoy this next chapter, it's going to get a little dark though. But don't worry, things will get better in the next chapter.
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Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.
Desperation
Jay woke the next morning with a rather large pain in his neck and an even larger pain in his lower back. Of course, that's what he got for sleeping in this once comfortable chair, but Trish needed the bed. He wondered how the blonde was doing as he stretched and opened his eyes when he realized that something was amiss.
Trish wasn't there. Her bags were gone and the bed appeared to be neatly made. Curious if she was just in the shower, Jay rushed to the closed bathroom door and pressed an ear to it. There was no sound; he slowly opened the door only to have his suspicions confirmed that no one was there. Raking a hand through his hair he walked over to the bed and sat down. Upon putting his hand on the pillow he felt something, a piece of paper. After further investigation he realized it was a letter from Trish.
Jay,
Thanks for letting me stay with you last night, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry for leaving like this, but I couldn't sleep and I decided to head home a little early. Sorry if I worried you. Anyways, thanks again for the bed and I'll see you in a few days.
Trish
He sighed in relief knowing that his friend was okay. Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Hey man!" Adam said as Amy waved with a smile. "What's going on?"
"Not much, I just got up. Come on in," Jay said motioning them into his room.
"What's with the blankets and pillow on the chair," Amy asked pointing to Jay's makeshift bed. "You didn't sleep there did you?"
"Uh yeah, I did." Jay said hoping she wouldn't press the subject. "So what did you guys do last night?"
"Nothing, Amy was supposed to meet Trish to go out last night but she never showed." Adam shrugged.
"Yeah and I just went by her and Jeff's room and there was no answer." Amy sighed. "I'm actually starting to get worried. But why did you sleep in the chair?"
"Because Trish needed the bed," Jay mumbled.
"Speak up dude," Adam laughed, "I thought you just said Trish needed the bed."
"She did," Jay said as Amy cocked an eyebrow at him. "She and Jeff broke up last night and she needed a place to stay."
"She and Jeff what," Amy stuttered.
"Trish found out then?" Adam asked.
"Found out what?" a shocked Amy demanded.
"Found out that Jeff was cheating on her with Torrie Wilson," Jay sighed, "and yeah she knows."
"So why did she go to you instead of me?" Amy pondered out loud.
"Because Jay's the one that probably arranged for Hard to get caught and she probably thought he'd be best to go to for some answers," Adam explained.
"So how did you know?" Amy asked Adam.
"Jay found out somehow and was asking me for advice. I'm assuming Stacy came through with that proof?"
"She is the gossip queen of the WWE," Jay laughed.
"So where is Trish now?" Amy asked looking around the room.
"She went home early," Jay answered. "She left way before I woke up that's for sure."
"Do you think she's okay to be alone right now?" she asked.
"I think she needs sometime alone right now to gather herself before next week's tour."
"I guess you're right," Amy sighed.
Later at Trish's house
Trish took a long swig from the vodka bottle and let it's soothing warmth wash over her. She walked down the hall and stopped at an antique end table that held several framed photos. Pictures of her from odd angles because Jeff had been holding the camera, pictures of her friends and her and Jeff standing happily in front of some European monument; pictures of her and Jeff ice skating, wrestling, skiing, horseback riding, and the pictures of her and Jeff from the photo booth on their first date.
They looked so happy in the pictures. So in love, but they were lies. All of them were lies. He was never happy. He didn't love her. He lied to her. It meant nothing to him, none of it did and now it meant nothing to her. She took another long gulp of the vodka and decided that she didn't need any of this. She took the picture from their first date and threw it as hard as she could sending glass everywhere. Enraged, Trish started throwing and ripping every picture frame and picture she saw that had Jeff Hardy in it. The hallway looked as if a tornado had just torn through it and taking a deep breath, Trish stood and came face to face with a mirror.
Drinking more of the vodka she inspected her reflection. What was wrong with her? Why didn't he love her? Wasn't she pretty enough for him? Wasn't she good enough for him? Obviously not, he cheated on her with Torrie. Maybe she was just incapable of being loved by someone. That was it; she was incapable of being loved. Sobbing now, she continued to look in the mirror, realizing her faults in comparison to Torrie. She didn't have her smile, her eyes, and her tall body. She didn't have any of it. She was ugly. Ugly and incapable of being loved. Overwhelmed with emotion and liquor, Trish put the bottle down and with both fists she smashed the mirror.
Sobbing, she looked down at the blood streaming down her arms and panicked. She grabbed her vodka, took a quick drink and ran to the bathroom. Getting blood all over the medicine cabinet she pulled it open and began to pull things out frantically looking for bandages, but came across some prescription pain medication. Stopping what she was doing, Trish gazed deeply at the bottle and knew this was what she needed. Trish desperately wanted...no needed the pain to go away so she opened the bottle and shoved four in her mouth washing them down with vodka.
It shouldn't be too long now, she thought, no more pain. Getting overly excited she dropped the pills and quickly went to the floor to recover them. Once she was sure she had all of the pills in the bottle she stood up. Upon standing she felt a sudden rush to her head and the room started to spin. She dropped her precious vodka to the floor and then everything went black as Trish fell onto the shards of glass and the vodka soaked floor.
