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�" Okay stay a wake kid we are all most to the room." Matt said helping his barely conscious brother to the hotel room.

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" I'm awake Matty." Jeff said softly. " I'm so sorry Jeff. I really am." I followed the brothers carrying Jeff's bag.

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" It's not your fault Bree. Jeff's goin' to be fine right Jeffro. Bree could you hang on to Jeff okay while I unlock the door." Matt said passing me the blue haired man.

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Good thing I wasn't a tiny girl because Jeff's full weight was leaning on me. I had my arm tightly around his waist. Jeff must have hit his head hard because he was fading in and out of continuous.

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�" Do you want to have a shower or just go to sleep." Matt asked sitting Jeff on the bed. I guess siblings can always tell what the other one is thinking because Matt just pulled Jeff's shirt over his head and put him under the covers.

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�" This brings back alot of memories." Matt said with a sad smile on his face.

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�" Why?" I asked sitting on the other bed.

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�" Well a while back when Jeff was feuding with your dad for the first time. Every night when he lost I had to drag him back up to the hotel room and either throw his ass in bed or in the shower. Jeff always acts like he has somethin' to prove when he fights you dad. "

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�" Why does he act like he has something to prove?" " Well you dad always said we were wasting our god given talents. Me getting all messed up over Adam and Amy and Jeff just flaking out and leaveing. So, Jeff is still trying to earn respect from that hard ass." I looked at the dark haired man as he stood up.

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�" Matt do you think I can stay here. I don't feel like spending my night alone?" I asked Matt.

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�" Sure I'll go and sleep on the couch. Could you keep a eye on Jeff?" Matt asked grabbing a pillow and a blanket off of Jeff's bed.

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�" No I can sleep on the couch Matt."

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�" It's fine. I need to sleep any ways so you can watch him while I'm a sleep then we'll switch. Night Bree." Matt said leaving me alone with the unconscious champ.

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�" Bree.." A soft voice called. It was Jeff who was slowly pulling himself up. I looked at the clock, it was four in the morning and I was still siting in my wrestling gear.

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�" Yeah Jeff?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

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�" Could you get me something to drink?" The pained man asked.

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�" Oh yeah." I said grabbing him a water bottle.

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�" Are you okay?" I asked sitting down on my bed.

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�" I'm pretty sore but from what I heard before I went nighty night was I took a pretty sick hit. Can I ask you somethin' Bree" Jeff asked propping himself up with some pillows.

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�" Yeah sure."

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�" What went on between you and your dad, I know he doesn't like me much but he hasn't done anything like that for a while."

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�" Um...well." I paused try to figure out how to put this.

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�" You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

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�" No I can do this. Well my mom was just a ring rat and my dad got her pregnant. He used to send her money every once and a while and when I turn eight for on week every year he used to let my come and stay with him when he traveled. But when I turned ten I sent him a letter asking him to come to my birthday. My uncle Glen and Mercy came and a lot of other people too but he didn't even send me a card." I paused again nervously picking at my nail polish.

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�" After that my mom got re-married and Mark stopped sending money. He totally cut off contact with me. When I turned thirteen my step dad started to hit...and..rape me. I sent him letter after letter telling what was going on and that I wanted to come and live with him. I didn't get any answers. So about two years later smack down came to town and my Uncle had a signing to do and I told him what was going on and I lived with him till this week. This was the first time I have seen my dad for years and I still blame him for everything." I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks.

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�" Oh Bree. Come here." Jeff said pulling me into a tight hug. " Shh. pretty girls like you shouldn't cry. It's okay you got your uncle, you got Mercy and you have me and I'll never leave you okay darlin'." Jeff whispered into my ear.�

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�"I hope he's telling the truth." I thought as I laid down beside Jeff his arms holding�me close�