Whew! Im really sorry this chapter took so long to update, guys! I was totally stumped on what to write. It's KINDA shorter then my usual chapter, and it's not as good. But its still important! ;) But chapter 7 should be up soon.. i already wrote most of it even before i finished chapter 6. :p

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(( Part 6 ))

Amy winced as the curtains swished back, and the sun's rays beat down on her as if they'd never stop. She released a whine and threw the covers over her head, then realizing the curtains swished back all on their own..

She sat up in an instant and tossed the covers off her head, a smile coming to her face as she spotted the blonde Canadian man standing by the window.

"Mornin', Sunshine." He teased, "It's about damn time you woke up."

"Why are you in my room?" She peered at him through the tangled mess of hair upon her head that was framing her face and covering her eyes.

"We're not in your room." He said matter-of-factly, "We're in my room. ..Ames, do you remember what happened last night?"

The redhead cocked a brow at him, ..it was then she noticed his half-naked state. She brought her hands to her mouth and let out a gasp. "..we didn't…did we..?"

"What?" Adam looked at her strangely, then realized what she meant. "Oh! Good God no. But.. You don't remember anything that happened last night, Ames?"

"No," She said bluntly, trying to run her hand through her hair, "But if there's something I should know or remember please tell me.. 'cause I'd love to know."

Her tone was almost cocky, and Adam was taken aback. Deciding to respond without words, he pulled the note from the top dresser drawer and handed it to her. "Well, do you remember this?"

She sighed, and took the note from him. He watched with a slight tinge of revenge as her eyes widened. "Holy shit.." She released a deep exhale, making sure to keep her eyes away from his. "Yeah.. Now I remember."

Adam inched towards her, slowly and still hesitant. "You were hysterical, Amy. Are you okay?"

"I - I don't know why I acted like that. I guess it was just the chlorine from the pool.."

She immediately stopped talking when she felt his strong hand grab her upper arm. "Don't feed me that bullshit, Amy! 'Cause I ain't fallin for it. Now what's your problem, huh? Why the hell were you so freaked out last night?"

The redhead stared down at his hand. She cringed when she noticed that his knuckles were white from grasping on to her arm so tightly. Her eyes scattered from his hand to his eyes. ..his bloodshot eyes that seemed unwelcoming and cold…oh so very cold.

She cocked a brow at him, digging her fingers under his to pry his hand off her arm. "Look, Adam," Amy spoke coldly, "It's been a while since I've been in a relationship like this, and it's scaring the hell outta me. And now after the rose.. then this letter.. I don't know. I guess I just.. freaked out."

She looked up just in time to see his features soften, his once-cold eyes were now drowning in concern. "Oh, Amy, I'm so sorry.. I totally forgot.."

She shook her head, red hair swaying from side to side. "No, it's okay. A lot of people don't remember sometimes.. It's not your fault."

As she spoke, he crawled over to the other side of the bed and plopped down next to her, offering Amy a sly cat-like grin. "Well.. Everyone's downstairs eating breakfast. Wanna go?"

The redhead smiled at him, "Sure.. I'd love to."

After she quickly brushed her hair, Amy linked an arm with Adam and they made their way down to the lobby together. As they approached the room, she watched with shady eyes at her scattered co-workers.

Jeff Hardy bound a casual arm above his girlfriend's waist while carrying on a somewhat interesting conversation with the one John Cena.

The blonde next to him laughed at something the rapper had said, flipping her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and feeling quite petite next to the two muscular men. Soon Torrie joined the conversation, and Trish breathed a sign of relief when she realized she now had a female to converse with.

As the two conversations that were going on blurred into one, Trish immediately brought up the story of Amy's frantic cry in the night. She watched as both John and Torrie's expressions completely dropped.

Torrie stood stiff, staring back wide-eyed at Trish. "Are you serious?" She brought a hand to her chest, "So all the note said was to stay away from Adam?"

Jeff nodded, "Yeah, and for some reason she was hysterical."

John released a small chuckle, "Well, she may have been crazy last night but it looks like she's fine today."

Trish lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

When John nodded behind them, both Trish and Jeff turned to see Amy and Adam standing in the doorway with linked arms.

"Amy!" Trish exclaimed. The little blonde grabbed Jeff's arm and lead him over to the couple standing in the doorway. As they approached, she began sputtering out random questions.

After a small while of listening to Trish's undecipherable words, the redhead interrupted her. "Trish? Snap out of it, we can't even tell what you're saying."

She paused, then looked down at the maroonish carpet beneath her feet. "Sorry,"

"I'm just getting some breakfast, Trish." She said with a light chuckle, "Nothing to worry about."

Jeff nodded, looking down at Trish and hooking his arm behind her neck, bringing her closer to him. "See, Trish? There's nothing to freak out about."

The blonde arched an eyebrow in his direction, then threw her hands up. "All you laid-back people, good Lord."

The three watched in amusement as she stomped off, exiting the hotel through the sliding glass doors. Jeff was the first to speak up, "I better go catch up with her," he chuckled, "God only knows where she plans on going."

Amy smiled, "We'll talk to you later,"

He simply nodded, then followed Trish's path into the morning sun outside. "Trish? Calm down, I.." He stopped suddenly when he noticed her frozen in her spot, staring with wide eyes at theobject in front of her.

In front of them was Amy's car, parking neatly where it was the night earlier. But this time, the windows were smashed, and all the little glass particles were surrounding the it. Etched in the car's side were the words:

"I already know you love him"

On the hood of the car, placed so neatly, was another single rose..

And the blood it was covered in dripped merciless down the hood, making a rapidly growing puddle on the ground.