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Emotional Overload

"My house," Amy gasped as they watched the report of what was happening in Stanford, North Carolina, "my house, my things, my...my...m..."

"Amy it will be alright," Adam said putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Alright," Amy said her voice getting louder. "Adam he did this!"

"Amy you don't know that for sure and..." Adam was quickly cut off.

"He threatened to destroy my life and kill me if I ever left him. Open your eyes Adam, take a look, that's what he's doing," Amy said motioning to the TV. "Where's your phone?"

"Over there," Adam said pointing to the kitchen counter, "why?"

"I need to call the police in my town and see what's going to happen with my house and how bad it is." Amy sighed, "Then I need to call my insurance company to inform them that my house was set on fire." Adam nodded as Amy started dialing and talking to the local authorities in Stanford. She was on the phone for nearly an hour when she finally hung up and looked at Adam sadly.

"What did you find out," Adam asked cautiously. "Do they have any way of finding who did this?"

"Everything is gone," Amy sighed, "and there is no chance of saving my house. Everything that was in my house is ashes now and they have absolutely no evidence or clues to help the police find who did this."

"Did you tell them about Matt?"

"I told them about my suspicions and while I was on the phone with the police another officer called Matt. Apparently, he was hiking with Shannon." Amy laughed bitterly.

"Damn it," Adam punched the refrigerator he was standing next to in frustration, "that creep is going to get away with it."

"I know, and he won't stop with this you know," Amy started to pace the length of the kitchen; "he won't stop until I come back to him. Maybe it's just best that I go back, every..."

"No Amy," Adam said trying his hardest not to sound too forceful, "if you go back to him, he'll just keep hurting you. Right now, you've just got to stay strong, eventually, this whole thing will just blow over and Matt Hardy will be out of your life forever,"

"I wish I could believe you Adam," Amy said shaking her head, deep inside she knew this was very far from blowing over.

"Well, why don't you call Shannon?" Adam asked as the idea suddenly came to him. "Surely if he knew what was going on Shannon wouldn't help him."

"You must not know Shannon very well," Amy said as she suddenly staggered as she was hit by a rush of thoughts.

"Hey Matt, you're bitch is trying to get out!" Shannon called out loudly. Amy had nearly reached the door when she was spotted.

"And just where do you think you're going Amy?" Matt asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"O...o...out," Amy stuttered before quickly adding, "with Trish. She and some of the girls wanted to go out."

"I smell a big fat liar Matt," Shane said as he jumped over the couch to stand in front of the door blocking her way.

"N...n...no Matt! I'm not lying; really, I'm just going out with Trish." Amy said quickly defending herself. Bad decision.

"Don't lie to him you skank!" Shannon said suddenly backhanding her across the face. "If you were just going out with Trish you would have said so in the first place without sneaking around!"

"No..."Amy pleaded before she was hit hard in the stomach by Shane and fell forward.

"Now Amy," Shane said sweetly before leaning down to hold up her head, "you know what happens to girls who lie, right Matt?"

"I guess she'll have to learn that lesson again boys," Matt laughed. "School's in session."

"No, please," Amy pleaded as the two smaller men proceeded to beat on her as Matt laughed sadistically in the background.

"Amy," Adam said looking cautiously at the redhead who seemed to have zoned out. "Amy!" Suddenly, her body went limp and Amy hit the floor. Adam rushed to her side to tend to the fallen redhead. Placing a hand on her forehead, he realized she was burning up. Adam pulled Amy's shirt up slightly exposing her abdomen and back as he picked her up to move her to the couch.

Upon laying her down, he couldn't help but notice something, a long bruise trailing up her side going around to her back. Adam rolled her slightly on her side and what he saw horrified him. Bruises, scratches, even scars of a battle she had obviously lost. Letting her rest once again on her back he investigated the scars trailing over Amy's body. Ranging from bruises on her chest and ribs, to a few scars on her lower abdomen. Adam suddenly pulled himself away from Amy realizing he was shaking. Just what had he done to her?