Here you are my loyal readers. If this chapter doesn't get a review out of you, I don't know what will. Did anyone notice the new cover art for this story? Awesome isn't it? A big thank you to SparkenRose and my new beta, Dizzy2k9. I'm very grateful for you both. Enjoy! I worked really hard on this one folks! I was listening to "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri while writing this one, hence the title!

"What the hell?" Yelena groaned. Her head was pounding from the amount of alcohol she had consumed and the banging on her hotel room door was not helping. She rolled over, putting a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. Whoever was at the door would have to come back when she didn't feel like someone took a brick to her skull. The knocking continued and she flung the covers back angrily. What did a person have to do to get decent sleep around here? Sliding into her robe, she went to the door. If it was Mike, he was about to receive the curse out of the year. She swung the door open, surprised to see Irina standing there. She was still wearing her clothes from the club, her hair disheveled, holding her heels. Yelena could tell she was hangover
"What the hell took you so long?" Irina asked, shoving her shoes at her sister as she let herself in.
"Why do you look like last night?" Yelena asked as she closed the door. Irina went straight to her sister's suitcase and ruffled through it
"I didn't go back to my room last night." she said, pulling out a pair of jeans. She frowned at them before putting them back and continued on
"What do you mean?" Yelena asked , not liking the smirk that blossomed on her sister's face. Oh god. "What did you do?" she sighed

"Its not what I did, but whom, my dear." Irina said, finding a pair of short shorts that still had the tag on them. She picked out one of Yelena's favorite shirts and she snatched it from her, trading it out with a Hollister tank top

"Please tell me you didn't sleep with one of my friends." Yelena groaned. The last thing she wanted to hear was one of the guys talking about how they banged her sister "Who was it?" she asked anxiously so she'd know who to avoid

"Can we talk about this later. I'm too hung over. I look like shit and I'm in desperate need of a shower." Irina whined

"Just tell me who he was!" Yelena pressed

Irina let out a frustrated growl "I can't remember! There was so many coming at me the whole night."

"Well what did he look like?" Yelena asked

"Umm.." Irina pondered, running a hand through her brown locks, her green eyes turned heavenwards as she thought "Blue eyes. Arms to die for." she said, a goofy smile on her face

"It wasn't John right?"

"No. I would have definitely remembered Superman. The guy was blonde."

"Was it Nick?" Yelena asked her. Nick had been following her around like a lovesick puppy all night

"No, not him. Although I wouldn't mind giving him a test run"

Yelena rolled her eyes. Her sister could be such a nympho. "What else do you remember about him?"

"He had more of a rockstar look. He had amazing abs. Killer smile." she recalled "Oh! And a tattoo on his hand."

Yelena's mouth went bone dry. No. She couldn't be talking about him.

"Did he have another tattoo on his shoulder of a skull with wings?" she asked. Her stomach rolled violently and she closed her eyes

"I think so. Do you know who he is?"

Did she? How many times had she been in those arms? She had always took in the details of that tattoo. It was the cover art off of his "Sins and Bones" album. And the image would forever be embedded into her brain

"His name is Chris." she said, the taste of his name on her tongue like acid "Chris Jericho"

"Yes! That's his name. God, he knows how to show a girl a good time." she laughed

Yelena's fist clenched angrily, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. Her blood boiled and she had to fight the urge to hit something. She should have known Chris wasn't going to tuck his tail between his legs and retreat. How could she have been naive?

"I'm going to take a shower. Breakfast when I'm done?" Irina asked, clueless to her sister's bubbling anger

"Sure." Yelena said, pulling a pair of sweatpants on over her sleep shorts. "I'll be right back, I have to take care of something." she muttered, locating her flip flops. She tucked her key card into her pocket and exited the room

Chris opened the door and was greeted with a right hook
He stumbled back, clutching his soon to be bruised jaw and chuckled as the brunette pushed her way in

"You have one hell of a right hook, sweetheart." he laughed, rotating his jaw

"What the fuck is your problem Chris?" she snarled, her green eyes blazing angrily

"I haven't the slightest clue what you are referring to." Chris told her with a shit eating grin

Yelena hand twitched, fighting the urge to punch that fucking smirk off his face "You fucking slept with my sister." she stated slowly, trying not to let her volatile state get the best of her

"Oh, that." he said smartly "What's the matter Yelena? I only did what you told me to do. You specifically told me to go find a slut to fuck and that's exactly what I did."

He watched her face turn crimson. He was really getting a kick out of seeing her so enraged, her green eyes as vivid as emeralds. He couldn't resist pressing her buttons further

"She's amazing in bed. I see you both have that in common. But she's more my type: Beautiful, smart, sexy. A great personality. She's someone I wouldn't mind showing off to the world."

The anger melted from her eyes and hurt tears took its place. He advanced forward until he was invading her personal space, satisfied when she shrunk back.

"Irina, unlike you, is marriage material. Someone I could see myself with in the future." he told sneered, ghosting his finger down the tear track tuning down her face.

Yelena slapped his hand away, angry that she was letting him see how much his words wounded her

"Funny thing though." he said casually. "After I fucked her every which way from Sunday this morning, she left without a word before I could ask for her number. She catches on quickly. A lady always knows when to leave." he laughed, watching as she rubbed furiously at her tear-stained cheeks

"I will give you some credit, though." he said, snaking an arm around her curvy waist "She wasn't that great in the dick sucking department. Maybe you should give her some pointers." he said cooly, running the pad of his thumb over her plump bottom lip

The second right hook caught him completely by surprise

He laughed despite his discomfort, running his tongue across his cheek, tasting blood "Was it something I said?" he asked cheekily

Yelena went to strike him a third time, but he caught her hand midair "I wouldn't try that again if I were you." he growled

"Stay the fuck away from my sister." she said through clenched teeth, snatching her hand from his vice grip

"What's the matter Yelena? Are you upset that your little plan didn't work?" he cooed annoyingly

"Oh my god, what the fuck are you talking about Chris?" she yelled in frustration, gripping her hair by the roots

"You were dangling Orton in my face every chance you got to mess with me. Your little game backfired and blew up in your face. You pissed me off, so I slept with your sister to get back at you. I won. So you can stop this thing with Randy now."

Her hand shot out with lightning speed and slapped him clear across the face. She would have punched the shit out of him again, but her hand was aching painfully now.

"Damn it woman, stop hitting me!" Chris shouted

"You fucking asshole! Is that why you did this? Because you're jealous that I moved on from you? What the hell do you want from me, huh?" she yelled, throwing her arms open "You treated me like shit every chance you got! You never fucking gave a damn about me or the way you made me feel. All you cared about was getting off! I was nothing more than a blow up doll and a lovesick puppy that you could control. I was a fool!" she said tearfully "God knows I've never been so stupid." Her tears fell freely now "You've never hesitated to remind me that I wasn't good enough for you. But you were wrong. You're the one who's not good enough for me."

Chris crossed his arms across his chest. He'd never seen her cry. He knew that he was the cause of a few tears, but she'd always had the decency to hold it in until he wasn't around. He'd never seen her so vulnerable "You said you loved me" he told her

She let a sarcastic laugh fall from her lips as she wiped her face "That goes to show you how much I know."

She turned towards a door. Her hand on the knob, she turned back "And for the record, Randy wasn't just a pawn in this sick game you dreamed up. He treats me like a person. He actually wants to be with me and I want to be with him." she told him, a genuine smile gracing her face for the first time all morning as a scowl formed on his "He's actually someone I could see myself with in the future." she opened the door "Don't fucking call me anymore. Don't try and text me. When you see me at work, don't even look in my direction. I'll be glad when you leave and I won't have to look at your face. I hope your fucking happy with your victory and it was worth it Chris."

And with that, she walked out of his room, her shoulders feeling lighter than ever

Told you shit was going to get real. What did you think? Let me know! I've got some sad news. I'm having writers block. I know where I want the story to go a little bit further, but I don't want to bore you with fillers. So what I'm going to do is skip ahead a few weeks at a time for the next two or three chapters to get the ball rolling again. Thank you to all of my amazing readers who left me reviews on the last chapter. I dedicate this one to you!