Hey guys! Sorry it took a while, but finally, here'sPart 8 of You Are Mine! Im almost done with Part 9 but im still not sure when thats gonna be up. Thanks to all who reviewed chapter 7! (all 3 of you, lol)
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(( Part 8 ))
"Rise and shine, Ames!" Adam exclaimed as he pushed back the curtains, letting the sun cascade violently into the dim room.
Amy let her heavy eyelids flutter open, her gaze immediately falling upon the man that stood over by the curtains with one of those nothing-is-wrong looks upon his face. "Why am I sleeping here again?"
"Well, you were dead tired and fell asleep while you were here. Besides, Trish didn't want--"
"Trish!" Amy suddenly exclaimed. "I completely forgot about her! Where is she? Is she okay?"
Adam let out a light chuckle, approaching Amy and sitting on the bed by her feet. "Don't worry, she's okay now. After I left with you Jeff came and got her. From what I hear she was cut up pretty bad so they had to take her to the hospital. They released her late last night, so they're in their room sleeping, I guess."
"You guess!" Amy exclaimed. "Oh God, this is all my fault.." She let her tired body fall sideways back onto the bed.
"Amy.." Adam laughed, picking her upper-half off the bed and laying her over his lap, "What happened to Trish wasn't your fault."
She was silent for a moment before looking up at him. "You're right… it was yours!"
"Mine?" The Canadian yelled, coming to his feet. "Why was that my fault!"
"Because!" She scrambled to her feet, becoming face to face with the tall man. "You were the one that left her there! She could've died!" The redhead shoved him with all her might, then plopped back down on the bed and sobbed into her hands.
Adam sighed, then sat next to her and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. "I'm sorry for leaving her, Ames. I know I shouldn't have. But I figured she was okay, and I was so worried about you.. I--I just.."
She hiccupped, then took her hands away from her face to look up at Adam. "Really?"
He huffed a small laugh, "Yeah. I worry about you, ya know. I care for you a lot and I--" The breath caught in his throat, blocking all other words that were supposed to tumbled off his lips.
He looked down at Amy. She was laying silently in his arms, looking up at him with those pretty eyes..
Again, she was just so close..
She might've moved closer to him, but he wasn't sure. He probably didn't know because the moment his lips met hers again, everything around them seemed to disappear.
Amy whimpered beneath him, and she turned to jello in his arms. She could just feel his heartbeat against her own chest, even more so when he layed her back down on the bed, letting all his body weight fall onto her.
"Amy," He moaned, not letting his lips part even the slightest bit from hers.
She grasped desperately at his shirt, suddenly lusting for him more then she ever wanted to.
The Canadian man must've got the message, and he tore off his baggy shirt as fast as he possibly could, brushing his bare skin against that of Amy's.
The further they got, the more Amy became aware of what was going on around her. Their clothes were already partially gone, and she guessed that marks from Adam's kisses had already made their place on her neck and chest. She didn't need this. Heck, she knew inside she didn't even want this. At least, not right now.
"Adam.." The redhead sighed, making a face as she tried to squirm from Adam's strong grasp. She knew he was disappointed, but she wouldn't let him know that she noticed.
"Ames? What's wrong?"
Amy rolled herself off of the bed, taking her shirt that had been quickly discarded and put it back on. "Nothing…This. You. Everything! Everything's wrong!"
The Canadian sat up, not bothering to put is belt and shirt back on, or even zipping up his pants. "You mean me and you…doing this? Its wrong?"
"Are you trying to tell me it isn't?" She snapped.
"Ames, when two people love each other, its completely normal." His voice was calm, but yet he was still shaky and out of breath.
"Love each other? We don't love each other!"
Adam looked down for a moment, and Amy figured he was just avoiding her, until he picked his head up again, staring straight into her hazel eyes. "Don't tell me you don't love me, Amy. I know, you know, we both know that on the inside, you do."
His voice had been clam, but almost angry. The little diva just stared straight back at him, not moving a muscle. "Don't tell me I love you," She reached behind her to grab her purse without moving her eyes from his, "Because I don't."
Amy turned her back to him, walking to the hotel room door and opening it slowly. But before slamming it behind her, Amy took one last moment to look back at him coldly. "I never fucking loved you!"
"Watch it, Jeff! That hurts like hell!"
Trish let out another hiss of pain through her teeth as Jeff continued to unwrap the bandages that had been wrapped around her midsection the night before.
"Settle down, you're fine."
The little blonde just let out an unladylike grunt as she grabbed hold of Jeff's shoulder to keep her balance. The doctor had put them on late last night to make sure they didn't get infected. But by now, the bandages were not needed, although they were already embedded into her cuts.
"Can you at least be a little gentler? It's not like you're ripping duct tape off your dog or anything."
Jeff just looked up at her, offering a crooked half smile. "I can try."
Trish just smiled a little, looking away quickly so to avoid him noticing her blush.
Suddenly, there were a few loud and rapid knocks at the door. Jeff furrowed his brow, then looked up at Trish, who looked suddenly worried.
"I have a key," The feminine voice spoke from the other side of the door, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, Ames," Jeff called, gripping Trish's leg as if to hold her in place. "Come in,"
The little redhead wasted no time unlocking the door, then bolted inside and came running towards them both. "Trish!" She choked, the tears in her eyes already welling up. "Oh my God.. Look at you.." Amy sat down on the edge of the bed they were near, running a hand through her long hair, just simply staring at Trish's wounds.
Trish noticed how Amy's skin was unusually pale, and her fiery red hair was messed and knotted. The clothes she wore were the same things she had the night before. She had probably stayed with Adam.
"Amy, trust me, I'm fine. The doctor just put these on last night so they wouldn't get infected.."
"The doctor?" She suddenly blurted out, "Oh God, I forgot you went to the hospital last night.. Trish, I'm so sorry. None of this would've happened if Adam hadn't just left you there like the big jackass he is."
"Amy," Trish laughed light-heartedly, "Its no one's fault but my own. I'm the one that slipped on that damn bottle."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have slipped on that if I hadn't freaked out over those stupid flowers.." She trailed off, sucking in her lower lip and drawing her eyes towards the ground.
"Amy.." Trish spoke softly, looking down at the colorful strands of Jeff's hair as she ran them through her fingers. "Why did you freak out last night?"
The redhead looked up at Trish, as if she was surprised the question had been asked. "Trish… I.." She trailed off again, her voice quavering. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
Trish noted the seriousness in her question, and nodded her head. "Jeff, we can just leave the rest of these on for now. Can you give me and Ames some time to talk?"
The young Hardy nodded, giving Trish a quick kiss as he stood. "I'm just gonna go talk to Adam then, or catch up with John. Haven't seen him in a while," He began walking to the door after grabbing his phone, then turned back to Amy. "Feel better, Red." He smiled, "I'll talk to you later."
She smiled weakly at him, and with that he left.
Trish sat down slowly on the bed next to Amy, trying to hide the pain she was in. "Okay, Ames," She smiled at her best friend, patting her on the hand. "Talk to me, babe."
The little redhead looked down, fumbling with the hem of her shirt. "Well, as you probably already know I slept at Adam's last night."
Trish nodded, urging her on.
"This morning after I woke up I totally flipped out on him for leaving you there, and pretty much blamed the whole thing on him. Then to make a long story short, I started crying when I was in bed and he held me to try to comfort me." She sniffed, holding back her tears, but still avoiding Trish. "And he just talked to me, telling me how much he cared for me, and how he was worried about me. And the whole time he was saying this he was holding me in his arms…I've never felt so perfect in my life."
Trish felt her heart skip a beat. Was this really Amy speaking to her? The woman who refused love ever since she was caught in a bad relationship that wasn't even bad? No, it couldn't be.. But it was.
Trish fell silent and choked back tears as Amy continued on. "Then then kissed me. And honestly, Trish.." The little redhead finally looked up at her, looking straight into the depths of her deep brown eyes. "I never knew I could fall in love with a man just because his lips felt so amazing against mine…just because his kisses gave me the sweetest feeling I've ever felt.. It took everything inside of me to let him go.."
A while back, Trish just forgot about holding the tears back and just let them fall, and she noticed Amy did just the same. "Then why did you..?"
"I had to, Trish! Before I knew it my shirt was off and his shirt was off and even his pants were half way off! I don't wanna hurt him, Trish…he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.."
Trish just looked at her friend sitting next to her before she gathered the little redhead into her arms. "Oh God, Amy." She choked, "What makes you think you're capable of hurting him?"
"'Cause I'm basically crazy. I've talked myself into believing a man that I dated was controlling me and now if I see even the slightest thing that reminds me of how I felt during that time I slip into this mind state and practically go crazy! And now I have a stalker on my back! I can't ever be a normal lover again, Trish. I just block everything out of my mind. How is he supposed to love me when I wont let him?"
Trish realized that it wasn't a rhetorical question.. "He can't.."
Amy looked down at the floor again, as if she was ashamed, and choked out a shaky breath. "Exactly."
As Jeff walked through the hotel hallways, nothing but the sight of Amy as she sat upon their bed flashed in his mind. She looked simply awful. Her skin, her hair, her clothes.. Just everything.
He sighed, shoving his hands into the depths of his pockets. Maybe talking to Adam would clear some things up.
Approaching door number one-thirty-two, Jeff gave it a few loud knocks before sitting back and waiting for it to be answered. But after waiting a moment or two, nobody did. Jeff knocked again, even louder this time, but still, no answer.
"He's not in there,"
Jeff spun around the second the voice spoke from behind him. Lucky for the younger Hardy, it was only none other then John Cena. The rapper was standing nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets, a hooded sweatshirt protecting him from the cold chill that seemed to linger in the air these past few days.
"Oh, hey, John. Do you know where Adam is?"
John shook his head, "Sorry, man. I saw him leaving about five minutes ago, but I have no idea where he was planning on going. Did something happen?"
"Well, no…I don't think so. But Amy did spend the night with him last night."
As soon as Jeff saw John's eyes widen, he wondered if he had given out too much information. But hey, it was just John. This guy couldn't hurt a fly.
"Seriously? Are they like, dating or something?"
"No…" Jeff mumbled, "I mean, I don't think so. Amy's been kinda…weird lately." He stopped himself, suddenly realizing how stupid he sounded.
"Well, hey, do you wanna hang out at the arcade they have downstairs with me? Torrie's out shopping with Stacy so I have some time to kill. Then we can catch up on all this stuff while we're down there."
Jeff nodded, "Sure, I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now, anyways."
As the two men walked back down the staircase of the hotel, they were completely unaware of the presence that was near them. The presence that was listening to every word with a crooked grin against their face, and the whole time the words 'It's working..' played in their head.