Abby lay in bed as she checked the time on her watch, it was 3:20, she had been asleep for about four hours. She had insisted to herself that Jeff was wrong about her needing to sleep, but as usual Jeff hadn't been wrong at all. But now Abby was wide awake and thinking over the events of the last 24 hours, she felt bad that Jeff was being so nice and comforting towards her, Abby felt like she just didn't deserve it, she felt like such a bitch towards her friends and had taken into account that bridges would need to be worked hard at before they could be made. She never in a million years thought everything could just fall back into place the way it was… Jeff was naive if that was the way he was thinking. She'd explained the basic layout of events that had happened to her, but there was no way in hell that that was it; Jeff didn't have a clue… There were still scars to be explained, smoking habits plus the amount of alcohol she was used to consuming in a day. There were tons of things still to be talked about and at the moment Jeff didn't seem to see that.

Suddenly a light smell of frying bacon filled her nose, Abby sat up and got out of her bed and pulled on her sweatshirt to cover her body, she had too many things to hide from him, well at the moment at least. Dressed in her baggy grey sweatpants and a long sleeved sweat shirt she felt assured with her self that she was fully hidden. She then headed down stairs and found Jeff in the kitchen preparing some food.

"Hey…" she greeted quietly.

"Oh you're up? I wanted to bring this up to you." He told her in a saddened tone, looking hurt. "I knew you'd be hungry."

"Jeff you don't have to do this," she moaned as she helped herself to a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "You're spoiling me Jeff Hardy and I'm the last person who deserves it! I should be doing this for you!"

"Just eat this…" he said totally ignoring what she'd said as he placed a plate on the breakfast bar in front of him.

Abby walked over and got up onto the bar stool, she looked at the food in front of her unenthusiastically, "You didn't have to do this," she told him quietly still looking down at the bacon and eggs.

"Eat!" he said watching her reluctant face.

Not wanting to offend him she began to slowly eat although she wasn't hungry, plus she didn't want to strike up any questions about supposed eating habits or lack of she may have. "So did you call them?" she asked trying not to sound to anxious about the whole issue.

"Yeah, I've spoken to Amy. At first I don't think she believed me at first that you were back." He told her watching to make sure she was eating. "She's really excited though, she can't wait to see you she's really looking forward to it…"

"To what?"

"Amy and Matt are gonna come round tonight, they'll be here at about eight."

"Tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah, why is that a problem?"

"Yeah there is a problem, I'm shit scared Jeff I don't wanna do this!" she stated, her voice getting louder and louder.

"I know you are Abby, but this is something you have to do. Just try to forget about it for now and then when it does come round then I'm gonna be right here next to you."

"Your way to good to me Hardy…" she said before taking another bite of food, "Way to good."

Abby finished off her food then got up out of her seat to go outside. She pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket and looked at Jeff, looking at her. She just shrugged and carried on to the kitchen door and then outside. Jeff followed behind her, closing the door behind him.

"Smoking now then huh?" he asked as they both sat down at the floor and lent against the house. Abby didn't reply, she ignored him and lit one up to begin smoking it.

She took a quick drag and inhaled "I was real nervous about coming back you know,"

"You were?"

"I wish you could understand the extent of how low I am right now Jeff… There's things I really wanna talk to you about but just don't think I can bring my self to. I hit rock bottom when I was in New York and I don't think I'm to far away from that place right now." Jeff just listened intently, "I got so messed up that I barely made it through, but being here Jeff doesn't mean that I wanna become dependent on you or anything, I think I can do this on my own."

He watched her smoke "Abby your more of an idiot than I thought if your gonna believe that, if your saying you went as far down as you did then your not gonna be able to do this on your own. How can you even think you can? Why put yourself through that when I'm right here next to you? I can help you Abby…"

"I don't want your help Jeff,"

"Okay' okay, why don't I tell you about what's been going on with me then since you've been away." He said changing the subject. Upsetting her was the last thing he wanted, she was going to talk to him about this in her own time she was going to have to feel more confident about doing so, something that defiantly wouldn't be achieve if she was just going to get upset all the time.

She took another drag then smiled, "I'd like that…"

"Okay here goes then, this year has been pretty shit, lost my whole passion for wrestling and got into a whole lot of trouble at work. They thought I was on drugs, kind of ironic huh?" he said as he nudged her. "So I got released, can you believe it? No longer part of the WWE? It freaked me out a bit at first I guess, but I've got used to it. I'm workin' no some music and stuff now. Me and Beth splitting up I suppose hit me hard, drifting apart from her hit me hard but I got over it, eventually."

Abby realised that she missed out on a hell of a lot, she hadn't been around when Jeff or her other friends had needed her most. Amy had broken her neck and had to have surgery, Matt and Jeff had fallen out, so many life changing events had happened to her friends while she'd been away.

They both sat outside for the rest of the afternoon talking about how there lives had changed. Jeff's stories had also made Abby open up a little more, she went into depth about Mark, her boyfriend but didn't give much away. Abby still had heaps of things to tell Jeff but I was a huge task just to get her to talk to him. He tried her best to talk things out of her and she tried her best to tell him but it was no use, Abby just wasn't ready to tell him some things yet.

"Abs we better go inside, it's getting late…" Jeff announced looking at his watch.

A sudden sweep of fear and anxiety swept over her as she knew what was coming, Amy and Matt would be arriving soon. "You got anything to drink?" she asked him, both heading inside.

"Yeah, you mean alcohol? I think I've got some vodka…"

"Great can I have some…?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied deep in thought, "I get it." In the kitchen he reached into one of the top cupboards and pulled out a three quarters filled bottle of vodka. He placed it on the side then retrieved a glass.

"Don't you want any?" she asked, pouring herself a generous measure.

"No thanks, it a little early for me…" he told her as he watched carefully what she was doing.

Abby had polished off half the bottle by the time eight o clock came. She sat herself down once she had showered and changed in the kitchen and waited patiently for them to arrive. Jeff joined her once he had changed and held onto her hand gently.

"They just must be running a little late." He said noticing Abby looking at the clock, "Don't worry, there gonna be here… oh wait, I can hear Matt's car, they're here now."

Abby's stomach jumped right up into her chest and the back again, she stood up from where she was sitting and followed Jeff slowly towards the front door, she stood back and waited for the knock so that he could open it. Suddenly, seconds later there it was, it was almost as if in slow motion as Jeff opened the door all she could do was watch. And there they were, the both of them standing side by side, both with the mouths practically hanging open. Tears began to fall from Abby's eyes as she they looked at each other.

"Oh my God," Amy whispered loudly, almost in tears herself, "It's really you Abby." She said a little louder as she came inside the house. With no more words need the girls walked to each other, falling into a hug. They held each other for a few second then let go, now it was Matt's turn. Matt stepped towards her and grabbed on to her tightly, all to be heard were muffled sobs from Abby.

"Glad to have you back Abs." at said to her as they continued to hug. Abby's eyes lit up brightly as she heard his words, the acceptance from them made her feel incredible, as if a huge weight had been lifted.

From then on the reunion went well, the atmosphere in the room felt as though nothing had happened. Everything seemed to be going well until Amy followed Jeff into the kitchen to voice her concerns about Abby's drinking. During the past hour or so Abby managed to consume; several more glasses of vodka plus a coupe of glasses of red wine, all three of them had noticed Abby getting more and more drunk by the second, and were concerned about it.

"Jeff whats going on here?" Amy asked,"why is she back? I don't understand why now? I'm not complaining that she's back or anything it just she seems to be in a mess Jeff. Have you seen her? Just look at the colour of her skin, how thin she looks, the fact that she's drank more than me, you and Matt put together."

"You think I can't see that Amy, she's got herself into a mess but she's insisting that she doesn't want any help. I'm trying my hardest with her. It's a start that she's just here though isn't it?"

"What's a start?" Abby slurred suddenly interrupted.

"Nothing sweetie come back in here with me…" Matt said trying to pull her back. "Come on Abs."

"I think I'd better put her to bed…" Amy suggested as she walked over to Abby and took hold of her hand.

"She's changed," Matt stated to his brother once Amy and Abby had gotten up stairs.

"I know, its weird isn't it. Now she's back it seems like she was never gone, the amount she's changed though just seems weird to think she was here with us last week. She just needs time I suppose, from the bits of pieces she's been telling me she's been through one hell of a lot"

"Guys I'm really worried about her." Amy announces as she joined them back in the kitchen. "Jeff I don't think she's even come close to telling you the extent of how much she was pushed around by this guy."

"What do you mean Amy?" Matt asked her as he put his arm around her.

"I just helped her get undressed, her body's fucked guys, dark bruises, nasty ones at that, scars scratches, plus two pretty huge stitched up wrist scars to match."

"What do you mean wrist scars?"

"I mean it obvious she's slit her wrists Jeff. Go and see for yourself."

"No, "he replied with denial, "Abby would have told me something like that, I don't believe you, they must just be from something else."

"Jeff the evidence is up there!" she told him beginning to get a little angry.

"Look guys, we all just need to calm down a bit, this situations tense for all of us," Matt said jumping in to what was about to turn in to full argument. "Bro, Amy knows what she saw, what else is it likely to be?"

Jeff knew they wee right he just didn't want to admit it to himself. Everything was a mess and no one knew what to do for the best. They'd just have to wait until Abby was ready to explain for herself rather than them jumping to conclusions.