A/N Thank you for the reveiw , this chapter is kinda dull, it will get better so keep R&Ring
" Mercy open your eyes okay?" The trainer asked flashing a light in my eyes.
" What the fuck happend to me?" I asked closing my eyes. The bright lights were making my head pound.
" Mercy!." I looked over and saw the hulking dark haired man in the corner.
" Sorry uncle Mark...so what happend to me?" I asked the trainer.
" Well when you fell from the top rope you hit your head pretty hard. I think you may have a slight concussion. I recomend you take next week off. Here's some pain med and if you have trouble seeing or if you feel dizzy come back and see me." The trainer handed me a bottle of pills right as Bree ran in the room.
" Mer, are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't here before. I had a promo to shoot and I missed your match. I was just watching the re-run in my hotel room and I should have been here before. I'm so sorry." Bree cried hugging me.
" Oh shit." I softly said to myself when I saw the other person in the shaddows. I tried to motian for him to leave but "good ole" uncle Mark pulled a statled Jeff Hardy into the room.
" What the hell is he doing here?" Mark ask looking down at the younger man.
" He drove me here. Let him go dad." Bree said glaring at the deadman.
" What were you doing with him?" Mark asked his pale eyes were angry.
" We weren't doing anything Mark. We were just watching DVD's 'cause I got locked out of my room." Jeff running his fingers through his hair.
" Stay out of it boy. Bree this is why I didn't want you to work here. All the men only want one thing.." I took in a sharp breath Bree was getting pissed off.
" Why the hell do you care Mark. This week was the first time you saw me in five fucking years. Why do you even care?" Bree shouted glaring at her father. " And for all I know you still don't think I'm you daughter. What about on my tenth birthday dad...remeber that Uncle Glen came. Mercy came. Basically the whole god damn roster came but you didn't even send a god damn card!"
" Bree let's talk outside." Mark said angrily grabbing Bree by the arm, leaving me, Jeff and the shocked trainer alone in the room.
" So...how are you doing Jeff. I was told you were coming in after your match, atleast thats what Johnny said when I had to wrap his wrist."
" Joe...I'm fine. I just need to ice it a bit." Jeff said with one of those charming smiles.
" Mercy this kid is a very bad example. He never comes to the trainer. Even after he falls from the top of a latter into tables, the minute one of you leaves him alone. He sneaks out. Him and that brother of his have been doing it for years. Atleast now Matt doesn't sneak out as much." Joe said grabbing a ice pack for Jeff.
" That was a while ago. And me and Matt had stuff to do that week so I didn't want to be out 'cause one of you said I hurt myself." Jeff started to laugh.
I smiled at both of them as my cell ringed. " Hello..." The caller I.D wasn't fermiler.
" Are you okay Mercy? Mark said you were fine so he told us to leave." The person said.
" Yeah I'm fine...Who is this?" I asked.
" Oh It's Shawn, Hunt told me to give you a call." I almost screamed. I am on the phone with the Heart Break Kid.
" Uh thanks for the call...Joe said I'm not allowed to wrestle for a week though. So I'm a little pissed."
" We'll beat that little bitch Orton. Right Hunter." I heard someone yell "hey!" in the back ground.
" Who was that?" I asked feeling like a giddy school girl.
" It was Randy, we are out with some of the guys. Randy don't touch my phone." Shawn shouted.
" Hey Mercy I feel so bad about tonight." Randy stole the phone from Shawn.
" It's okay Randy. DX is going to have to beat you and Adam up any ways." I started to laugh when I saw the look Jeff gave me.
" Sorry about that. Well I better go Hunt needs a ride he had a few too many. Bye Mercy." Shawn said.
" Bye HBK." I stayed on the phone until I heard the dial tone.
" Why are you so red...who were you talking to?" Jeff asked helping me up.
" It was Shawn, he just phoned to see if I was okay. Can I go now Joe?" I asked the tried looking trainer.
" Yeah just be careful and Jeff don't over stress your back okay. Your not one of the little twenty-three year olds that can get hurt and bounce back. Remeber you are thirty. Bye guys."
When we got out the door Mark was just standing there looking angry. One of his big hand was rubbing the back of his neck. The dead man looked tired and stressed.
" Jeff take Bree back to the hotel. She is probly at your car. I'll get a ride with my uncle. Thanks for driveing her." I said to the blue haired man as he started walking down the hall.
" Hey we can go now. Are you okay?" I asked the tall man.
" I'm fine Mer. You might wanna call your dad. He kinda just yelled at me for letting you get hurt." Mark mumbled grabbing my bag.
The only thing I was scared of was my dad when he is pissed. I pulled my razor out of my pocket. I better get this over with.
" Who is it." The gruff voice asked. I could tell the big red machine was asleep.
" Hi..daddy."