Author's Notes – Color me intrigued by my own writing. I finished up the first chapter and just couldn't stop writing so here's the next chapter. Yes, I know, what about my other fics. I do have the next chapter of We'll Go On but it's at home and right now I'm sitting at a coffee shop impatiently waiting for my boyfriend to get off work so we can go out for dinner (for anyone wondering, it's 7:45 and he was supposed be off at 4).

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False Faces

When Amy woke the next morning she made sure to stay both silent and out of Matt's way as the two got ready for Raw later that evening. Matt left for a short while that morning, while Amy was taking a shower and when he returned he had a bag of new make-up for her. Sighing, Amy began the careful task of covering the bruises from the last night.

She examined her body and looked at the rest of the bruises covering her lean form. Some were finally starting to disappear, while others were changing colors from purple to green. It didn't matter if the bruises went away or not, it would only be a matter of time before she made Matt angry and he would beat her again.

They left the hotel together and went to Matt's car and drove silently still to the arena. As Matt pulled the car into a close parking space he looked to Amy with a menacing look in his eye and finally spoke.

"You go to that locker room and you get ready. If you tell anyone what happened last night, I swear, you'll wish you didn't know how to speak. Now let's go," he growled. Amy just nodded in response and followed him into the building.

"Hey Matt buddy!" Adam Copeland greeted as the couple entered. "What's up? How's the knee?"

"Getting stronger every day my friend," Matt said with a smile. It made Amy almost sick to see him acting like this. So nice, so sweet, so like the man she fell in love with and not the man that beat her ritualistically every night.

"Well I can't wait for your comeback, we could have used you in that ladder match man," Adam said with an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Hey Amy, what's wrong?"

"Huh? Did you say something," she said coming out of her thoughts.

"You just look kind of sad, is everything okay?" Adam asked the redhead in concern.

"She's just feeling a little under the weather today," Matt quickly answered for her. "Think she ate some bad fish last night for dinner."

"Oh, that sucks…well feel better hon." Adam leaned over and gave Amy a friendly hug and she couldn't help but notice the murderous look Matt was giving her over his shoulder.

"I'll try, but thanks," she said quietly.

"Well, I've got to go get ready for my segment tonight, I bet you do too Ames, see you two later." Adam said with a smile as he walked down the hall towards his locker room. As soon as he turned the corner, Matt turned to Amy and grabbed her arm.

"You better be a little more convincing next time," he growled, "and smile too. Don't want people asking questions." Amy nodded as the two walked down the hall to the women's locker room where Matt left Amy to finally be by herself.

Adam stood back at the Gorilla position and watched as Amy stood at ringside cheering on Christy. Something just didn't seem right with her, she didn't smile as much as she use to lately and she was so quiet. It just didn't seem right to him. Christy had just been knocked down by Trish and Amy now jumped in the ring to come to the diva's aid.

Amy came face to face with Trish and then the blonde slapped her hard across the face. Adam watched as Amy put a hand to her face, it actually looked like that slap really hurt her. Trish then knocked her down and started beating on the redhead. He looked at the monitor next to him as the camera came close up on Amy in a submission and he noticed something, a bruise on her shoulder, and it looked like a hand.

"Hey Adam what's up?" Jay asked coming up behind his friend.

"Oh hey, Jay can I ask you a question?" The shorted blonde nodded. "Do you think Amy's been different lately?"

"Different how," Jay asked looking at the commotion in the ring.

"Like, she doesn't talk as much anymore, she doesn't have that bounce in her step, stuff like that?" Adam asked his friend.

"Well yeah, but she's working on an injury right now and her boyfriend's injured," Jay said raking a hand through his hair. "In our industry that's a lot to go through at once, especially since her boyfriend works with her."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Adam said, his voice trailing off. She may just be in a funk right now due to injury, but Adam had a feeling it had something to do with that bruise on her shoulder.

Later that night

Adam had just finished his match and was now walking back to the catering area when he heard the soft sound of a woman crying. Curious to see who it was and to see if there was anything he could do about it he fallowed the sound of the crying. He went through the arena's hallways and turned a corner to a dead-end hall when he saw her. Sitting at the back of the hallway, huddled in a ball leaning on the wall was none other than Amy.

"Ames," he said softly as he slowly walked over to her. Her head shot up and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She scrambled to wipe the tears from her eyes and that was when he saw the dark bruise surrounding her left eye. "Amy what happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine, please, go away," she said in a scared voice.

"Amy you have a black eye and you're crying, you are not okay," Adam said bringing her face up to meet her eyes. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, "nothing is going on."

"Not until you talk to me," he pleaded with her, "please, I won't tell…"

"Amy," a voice said from down the hall, "Amy where are you."

"Oh no," she cried softly. "He's going to find me, you've got to go. He can't see you here."

"Amy who's going to find you," Adam asked noticing how scared Amy looked.

"Amy…" the voice called again as she pulled herself back into a ball and began rocking. Adam reached out to put a soothing hand on her back and she nearly jumped in fear and then, the voice found them.

"Amy what the hell are you…Adam, hey man," Matt said, his whole demeanor changing as soon as he saw the blonde Canadian.

"Hey Matt, I found Amy crying back here, she's got these bad bruises, I was just about to take her to the trainer." Adam said watching the redhead continue to rock herself.

"Oh, well let me see," Matt said reaching down to Amy's face to see the bruise. "That's not so bad; I think she just needs to get back to the hotel and rest."

"Your girlfriend's just been beaten up by someone and all you can say is that she needs some rest, what kind of boyfriend are you?" Adam asked.

"We don't know that Amy was beaten, for all we know she could have just been really clumsy and fell." Matt explained. "What ever happened she's obviously not in the mood to talk about it but she might after she gets a little rest."

"I still think…"

"Look Copeland, it doesn't matter what you think," Matt growled, "she's my girlfriend and I'll decide how to take care of her. Now how about you go mind your own damn business."

Adam was taken aback by the elder Hardy's sudden change in attitude and then looked down at Amy who was silently pleading to him with her eyes to just go. Stepping back, he let Matt take Amy away, but couldn't help but notice the tight grip he held on her arm.