Chapter 22
That Saturday, Cameron, NC, Matt's house…
A group of friends and family sat quietly waiting for the last person to arrive, each nervous about what would happen that day. Finally, as if with a gust of wind, the door flew open and the last person for their "party" had arrived.
"Hey Matt, what the hell is so important I had to come here," Jeff yelled from the entryway.
"Jeff, come into the living room," Matt yelled back causing those sitting in silence to jump.
"I'm coming," Jeff replied. "So what's so frigging important that…" Jeff went silent as he stepped into the living room seeing his father, Shannon, Amy, Chris and KC sitting there. "What the hell is going on?"
"Jeff, we want to talk to you but we need you to sit and listen," Matt began. Jeff looked ready to bolt until his father spoke.
"Jeffrey, sit down in that chair now. You will listen." Jeff looked at his father and flopped into a chair and sat.
"You all want to speak, what's stopping you." Everyone looked at each other into the room with the same thought in their heads; this is not going to be easy. "Well Matt," Jeff continued. "Speak."
"Well Jeff," Matt began. "We are all worried about you. Frankly, I think your using again. You have become that person you were years ago."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Come on Jeff," Amy spoke. "Look at how you have been treating everyone lately. You have become a grade A asshole."
"Treating everyone Ames or treating that whore sitting next to one of her johns."
Everyone gasped at the way he spoke about KC. Chris grabbed her hand as she let out her own breath.
"That's it!" KC screamed. "I have had it Jeff. You are going to sit there, shut up and listen. I love you. I have loved you for a long time. You are my life but I am not a piece of trash for you to kick around."
"You're the one who cheated on me!" Jeff fired back. All of a sudden this meeting of several became a meeting of two.
"I said shut up. First, I have only been with you. You are my heart. You were the one I trusted. I would have done anything for you. For the last few months you've yelled at me, berated me, hit me and you did a few other things I'd rather not say in front of your father. I've tried protecting you. I didn't want anyone to think badly of you."
"You are not my mother. You can't decide what I need to do or be," Jeff responded, this time a little more quietly.
KC leapt up, shocking those in those in the room, and leaned over Jeff's chair, getting right in Jeff's face.
"I want you to think very carefully of things you have done and said to me and everyone else in the last few months. Think about what you are throwing away."
Jeff stood up startling KC causing her to almost fall back. "Get out of my face. I haven't done anything to you. You did it to yourself. I thank Trish everyday for opening my eyes to what a skank you are."
KC took a deep breath, reached down, grabbed her bag, and turned to leave. Before she left she spoke one last time.
"Jeff, I hope you are happy believing those lies you were told. I know you are high right now. You did something I refused to ever let a man do to me again. You broke me, physically and mentally. When or if you come down from that high, I hope your realize that not only did you lose us, you lost yourself as well." KC proceeded out of the living room, leaving Chris to scramble up to catch up. "Matt, like I said before, I'm done. Good luck with him." With a wave she left the room calling out, "See you when I see you."
As she got outside she took a deep breath trying not to cry. Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to the car. After making sure she was settled he started the car and headed down the drive. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand.
"You can cry you know," he told KC.
KC looked at her best friend and let the tears slowly roll down her face. "Did I do the right thing, Fozzy?" She thought about everything the doctor had told her that she hadn't told a soul, not even Chris. "Should I have said more?"
"Skeeter, I think you did what was best for the both of you. Jeff needs to do what is best for him and you need to take care of the two of you."
KC looked at Chris not surprised that he knew but still shocked at the same time. "How did you know?"
"I suspected it last week when you were praying to the porcelain God but that last little speech and the look on your face as you said it cemented it for me."
"If I told him, do you think it would have saved him?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I think right now, I think we need to concentrate on saving what's left of you."
With the truth hung in the air but not exactly stated the two friends continued on their course for home.
Back at the Hardy house…
Matt looked at his brother disgusted. He really couldn't blame KC for leaving when she did. Hell, he thought¸ I wouldn't have come at all if I was her.
"I hope you're happy now Jeff."
"Screw you Matt."
Amy placed a hand on Matt's arm. "My turn now. Jeff I love you. You are my little brother. I can't just sit back and watch you kill yourself. You need help. Take some time off and straighten your ass out."
Jeff refused to look at Amy but chose to stare at the ground.
"Think about all of your friends, Jeff," Shannon began. "Hell, in this room, we are more like brothers than friends. We went through this once before and we will do anything we can to help you."
Jeff finally had enough. He got up out of his chair and went to leave. "I don't need help. Nothing is wrong with me. You all just want to think there is a problem because I finally got rid of that bitch. I am fine." Jeff put his hand on the door to leave not realizing someone else was left to speak.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, if you walk out that door right now without agreeing to get help, you are cut off from this family," Jeff's father Gilbert said. "I can't see you die. I can't watch you die like I did with your mother."
"Well Dad," Jeff said turning. "I guess you don't have to look then." With that, Jeff left Matt's house leaving a room full of devastated people.
"Matt," Gilbert spoke. "Get me Vince McMahon's number. Jeff is not only a danger to himself but also those he wrestles. Maybe the boss will have better luck with him."
Two days later...Chris' house in Orlando…
Chris was spending a lazy morning checking fan sites. He loved seeing what his fans have to say about the sexy beast. Something caught his eye regarding a certain Hardy Boy.
"KC, I need you to come into my office."
"No Chris," KC said as she stood in the doorway. "For the millionth time, I refuse to play big boss and secretary with you."
Chris looked up and smirked at his friend glad she was able to start cracking jokes. These last two days have been a strain between the crying and the vomiting.
"Awww sweet cheeks, that's mean." Chris and KC laughed as she walked towards him. "I need you to read something but promise me you won't get upset."
"Ok Chris I promise." KC leaned of his shoulder and began reading, her mouth forming that perfect o in shock. Superstar Jeff Hardy has been suspended for 90 days for failing the WWE Wellness Policy. She looked at Chris. "Do you think it was a random test?"
"One way to find out." Chris grabbed his cell phone and placed a call. "Hey Matt…no she's good…yeah, we saw it…was it random?...your father did what!...how's he taking it?...He's where?...I'll let her know…bye Matt." Chris shook his head as he disconnected the call.
"So what happened," KC asked bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Claude called Vince and basically told on Jeff. Vince made Jeff come to Connecticut and take a 'random' drug test. When he failed he was suspended. Jeff is extremely pissed, thinks you has something to do with it. However he checked himself into rehab. By the way Matt says hi and please call him."
KC sunk into the couch. "Do you think he's going to get help?"
"I don't know honey."
"I need to call Vince." KC said standing up. "I need to tell him about my doctor's visit."
"I think that's wise," Chris said.
KC grabbed the phone and went to the other room. After a few rings a voice answered.
"KC, sweetie, what do you need?"
"Jeez Vince," KC said laughing. "I don't always need something when I call you."
"Ok KC," Vince said with a laugh. "How are you today?"
"Well Vince, I need to talk to you about the future."
"Does this have anything to do with the doctor's note that was faxed to me?"
"Shit Vince, I forgot that he sends everything to you."
"Well, I guess you are out of the ring for a while."
"It appears that way."
"Well I have a proposition for you." KC smiled, I always have loved Vince when he offers one of him propositions.
"What's the plan boss?" KC sat at the kitchen table as Vince began describing her life for the next few months.
"It sounds great just one thing. Only you, Chris and my doctor know what's going on with me. I want no one else to know. I will tell everyone in due time. Jeff especially cannot know."
"That's fine with me. I take it you are up to date on what's going on with Mr. Hardy?"
KC sighed and thought about the last few months. "Yes I am Vince. I wish there was a way that I could have helped him."
"I am upset myself," Vince said. "I should have seen what was happening with him. Either way, we'll see what happens in 90 days. I will see you on Monday."
"Thanks for everything Vince. See you Monday." With that, KC hung up and joined Chris in the living room. She sat next to him on the couch and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Everything went well with Vince I assume," Chris said.
"He knew already from the doctor. He's got an interesting plan set up based on the fact no one knows. Monday will be my last night on Raw for a few months."
Chris looked at KC shocked. "A few months, you mean like a year almost right?"
"No, Foz, I make my grand Raw reappearance in 3 to 4 months."
"How, you can't wrestle and isn't that when Jeff gets back as well?"
"Yes I can't wrestle but that doesn't mean I can't cause any other problems, say as general manager. I am going to make Raw better according to Vince. He also doesn't want the heat on Jeff to stop when he gets back. He's going to be King Heel whether or not we are back on speaking terms when he sees me then."
"But what about…"
KC cut Chris off. "No one is going to know until they see me. I can still see people. But once I start looking different, I will stick to the phone. So what do you think? Think I'll make a good boss for you?"
Chris looked thoughtful for a moment. "Does this mean I have to be your secretary then?"
KC laughed and hit Chris in the head with a pillow. "Yes!"