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I walked into the gym looking like shit. The first person who saw me was one of my best friends, Shane Helms.

"Hey swee – what the hell happened to you?!" He asked, putting his hand up to my left eye.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said softly.

Shane sighed. "Man, you look bad, Li." He said, running a hand through his dark green hair.

"Thanks." I mumbled. Boy, if you wanted someone to be honest with you, it'd be Shane. He's no bullshitter.

"Matt's not gonna like that." Shane said.

I nodded. He was right.

"Well, I have to go… if you decide to tell me… you know where to reach me." Shane kissed my cheek and walked off.

I continued to walk down the halls. I could see Jeff and Trish – hand in hand – walking my way.

I sighed.

"Holy shit! Amy, what happened to your face?!" Jeff yelled.

I didn't know what to say… so I just shrugged.

"That looks bad." Jeff mumbled, gently running his finger over the bruise.

"Did you get into a fight?" Trish asked.

I shook my head. "I think it happened during our match." I lied. "When you gave me a stratusfaction and my face rammed into the turnbuckle."

"Oh, sweetie! I'm sorry!" Trish cried, hugging me.

I nodded. "I'm fine." I said.

I hated lying to Trish, but I couldn't tell them about Jason.

"Good." Jeff said.

"We're going out for drinks tonight if you wanna come." Trish offered.

I nodded – anything to get away from Jason.

"Cool. I'll see you two tonight." Jeff said. He kissed me on the cheek and then gave Trish a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm gonna got get dressed. I'll swing by your locker room in a little while." Trish said. She had been working out.

"Okay." I said.

I walked toward my locker room. When I opened the door, Matt was sitting there with his face in his hands.

"Hey M–"

"Let me see your face." He said, standing up.

"God, how'd you know?"

"Shane."

"Damn, he has a big mouth." I mumbled.

"Yeah I know. Now what the hell happened to your eye?"

"Trish." I lied again.

"Don't give me that bullshit." Matt said. He tilted my chin up so he could get a better look at my eye. "I want the truth… what happened to your eye?"

"I told you… Trish… my face hit the turnbuckle when she gave me a –"

"I just told you not to give me that bullshit. I was right there when you guys planned the match and I was backstage when it happened. She didn't ram your face into the turnbuckle. Red, I want the truth."

I stood quiet. I really didn't want to tell him.

"If you tell me who I think it was… I swear to God, Li, I'll kill him." Matt whispered.

I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. Tears just started rolling.

"Who was it, Red?" Matt insisted.

I still didn't say anything.

"Amy, I'm going to ask you one more time."

"Don't call me Amy, you're making me nervous." I whined.

"Fine. Just tell me who it was." Matt said.

"I… it… it… it was me." I stuttered.

"What?"

"It was me." I lied.

"How the hell did you give yourself a black eye?"

"I hit my eye on the doorknob."

"What door has a knob that's five feet, eight inches high?" Matt asked.

"I was on my knees." I said in a small voice. I looked down at the ground. I couldn't look at him while I lied.

"And why were you on your knees?"

"I just was, okay?!" I yelled.

"You're lying." Matt said.

"Just believe me, Matt. Please."

"No. I won't believe you 'cause you're fucking lying!" Matt yelled.

"Matt, don't yell." I whispered.

"You're not telling the truth and I'm worried about you. I know it wasn't Trish, and I know it wasn't you. I know who it was but I'm not gonna jump to conclusions. I can and I will hurt the person who did this to you."

"Why do you care so much?" I asked. I regretted asking it, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Because you're my friend and I love you. When you get hurt, it hurts me, too. So I'm gonna hurt the only person who didn't get hurt and that's J–"

"Hi guys." Jeff said, walking through the open door.

"Eff." Matt finished.

"You're gonna hurt Jeff?" I asked.

"No," Matt said. "What do you want?"

"Sheesh, I can't see my brother?"

"Not right now you can't."

"Well Trish wanted to know if you wanted to go out for drinks later. Now I don't even want you to come, you meanie!" Jeff yelled.

Matt sighed. "Red, are you going?" Matt asked.

"Yeah."

"Yes, I'm going, Jeff." Matt said.

"Damn it." Jeff mumbled, leaving the room.

"So who are you gonna hurt?" I asked.

Matt didn't say anything.

"Hey, Li. Are you ready?" Trish asked, coming into the room.

"Ready for what?" Matt asked.

"We have to plan another match." Trish said.

Matt nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said. I looked at Matt. "Are you staying or leaving?"

"I'm gonna go catch up with Jeff. I'll see you guys tonight… and please change your mind and tell me the truth whenever you're ready."

I nodded.

"Bye." Matt said.

"Bye." Trish and I said.

"Tell him the truth about what?" Trish asked when Matt was out of sight.

I pointed to my eye.

"Didn't I do that?" She asked.

"No." I said softly.

"Then what happened?" Trish asked.

I shrugged. "So… fatal four way with us, Jazz, and Victoria?" I asked changing the subject.

Trish nodded. She looked confused.

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