Chapter 27.

"Rylee get out of there." John banged on the door. All of the surrounding rooms had piled into Jeff and Rylee's room upon hearing Laura's scream. John had been in the room down the hall with Randy, staying with his best friend while taking time off from OVW. He missed Raw. Everything about it, but worst of all he missed Rylee. He hadn't seen her in nearly a month, not until that morning.

John POV Flashback.

"Aye bro I'll be back in five." John hollered into Randy's room, he was on his way out to the nearest store to get Randy the complete hangover cure; aspirin and a McDonald's breakfast. John opened the door to be pushed back in, it was Rylee, she hadn't noticed it was him but as she had walked by with a strong look of determination on her face, he moved back allowing her to pass. A guitar case slung over her shoulder and on a one track mind, he wasn't in the mood to stop her from getting what she wanted. He watched her slam her hotel room door, yelling at herself her behind closed doors.

John shrugged it off, she was in a bad mood, clearly from not getting something that she had wanted. He had noticed a long time ago that she was quite spoilt; yes she worked for what she had, but if she didn't get something, all hell would break lose. Why would he go see her now? It would only add fuel to the fire.

End of John POV and Flashback.

And there he was, banging on the bathroom door. He had been on his way back to the room with Randy's breakfast when Laura had run out of the room. He knew something had to be wrong because it would life or death before Laura would ask for his help.

"It's Rylee." Laura gasped, trying to catch her breath and control the thoughts running through her mind. "She's done something bad."

"What do you mean?" John had asked following the short brunette into the room. He looked at Jeff who was stood still in front of the door; head pressed against the door whispering to whoever was on the other side. It didn't look like there was anything wrong, it just looked like Jeff was up to his usual tricks, trying to convince everyone that the door had a spirit and had feelings too.

"She went to see Jamie. Jeff went to find her and when we came back she was in the bathroom and all of the razors from her bag are gone. She's not coming out." Laura said in one breath.

"What do you want me to do? She doesn't love me anymore. She made that clear."

"John, this isn't the time to be arguing about which diva search reject who jumped your bones when Ry wasn't around." Jeff whispered, not moving from his position in front of the bathroom door. "If you ever loved her you'd help her."

"Look Rainbow Boy, I never asked you to get involved with my girlfriend's business."

"And I didn't ask you to take my wife from me, but you did." Jeff stated calmly. If anything about Jeff annoyed John it was the way he stayed calm.

"Go get Vince." John said to Laura as he walked over to the bathroom door.

"I'm not leaving her."

"I'll go." Jeff said leaving the room before he could get a reply from anyone.

And that's how their morning started. Vince McMahon, Randy, John, Jeff and Laura stood around the bathroom door.

"Just leave me alone for God's sake." Rylee cried from the other side of the bathroom door. "I never asked for this."

"Rylee baby you're going to have to come out sometime soon." John pleaded.

"Don't call me that." Rylee spat. "You lost that privilege when you slept with that whore."

"Why is she doing this?" Vince asked, nothing like his normal persona, he sat on the edge of the bed, stressed and worried for his little girl. She had done this before. But last time it had been so much easier; Jeff had been able to get her out of the bathroom and away from any sharp edges.

"Rylee, I swear to God I'll break this door down if you don't open it now!" John was quickly losing his temper.

"Get the fuck out of my life!" Rylee screamed back. "All of you." Jeff sat by the side of the door, leaning against the wall, he sighed as he scribbled in his sketchbook.

"How can you stay so calm through all of this?" John yelled at him. Jeff merely ripped out the page he was writing on from his sketchbook, folded it over and slid it under the door. He waited a few minutes, his knees pulled up to his chest, his head resting on them. His cell phone played Rylee's favorite song, Love Sick Melody by Paramore.

You say the sweetest things
And I can't keep my heart from singing
Along to the sound of your song
My stupid feet keep moving

In this 4/4 beat
I'm in time with you
In this 4/4 beat
I would die for you
(Die for you)
Someone stop this

Jeff answered his phone, listened to whoever had rang him in silence, nodded then answered, "Uh huh." He hung up; everyone staring at him, willing for him to do something to make their situation better. Rylee's situation. "Get out." He whispered.

"Excuse me?" Laura demanded.

"Get out. Everyone. Now!" No one moved, other than Laura.

"Well!" She demanded. "You heard the guy. Move now!" If Laura told you to do something, you did it, quickly as well.

"Are you going to let me in?" Jeff whispered once the room had cleared, knowing they were all standing in the corridor only attracting more attention to the situation. He waited patiently for an answer, knowing what she was doing was tearing him up inside. The door slowly opened to reveal Rylee cowering in the corner of the bathroom on the floor. Small blood droplets falling from her hands and running down her legs.

"I don't want to be here anymore."

"Well were do you want to be?" Jeff asked cutting up towels and wrapping them round her wrists and thighs. He had done this too many times before, not that Laura or anyone else knew about Rylee's little habit.

"Home."

"Right then. You get the suitcases, I'll ring the airport." Jeff grabbed his cell phone and waited silently for an answer. "Hello, can I book two flights to Newcastle, England for as soon as possible."