Jeff's Grace, Dawn's Past
Disclaimer : I do not own the Hardy Boys, Matt or Jeff, they belong to themselves and the WWE, any OC's are mine and only I can torment them
AN: Early posting for this chapter cause I'm having a really bad day...nothing like tormenting people when your in a bad mood. LOL. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 4
Dawn began to struggle out of his hold after a few moments, she cursed her injuries again, grit her teeth together for the millionth time and tried to take deep heavy breaths as she wrangled both her legs underneath of her in order to stand. She began to stagger towards her bike; she reached it just as she hit the dirt with her knees. She bent over the bike and let out an angry growl as she felt Jeff's hands around her midsection to try and hoist her up. Dawn held tight to the handles of her bike as her feet got finally underneath of her.
She grunted heavily as she hoisted up the bike, put the kick stand down and sat on her bike on the side. She mumbled a growling thanks to Jeff.
"You know you should rest and let me treat those wounds." He stated matter of factly. Just as Dawn went to snap at him, a car horn made them both look up. She watched Jeff grin and start down the ramp towards the car. She pulled on her helmet and wrangled the battered leg to the other side of the bike.
"Feh, it's either a bro or a hoe, either way now I can leave…thank god for backup electric start."
She sighed deep, everything hurt, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to think, and it hurt to cry. She could hear Jeff in conversation with the visitor and then a car door shut. She tightened her helmet strap under her chin and snapped her visor open.
"Skittles!" she hollered as best as she could as her ribs protested, "Thanks but no thanks, see ya on the flip" Dawn flipped him off as she started the bike and then took off speeding past him and the new comer.
"Dammit!" Jeff growled as he ran towards his bike. "What's up bro?" the visitor asked in confusion. "Matt get my truck and follow, I don't think this is going to be pretty when it's done." Jeff sighed as he got on his bike and took after Dawn.
"Why in the blue hell is she being so damn stubborn, she hurt and bleeding, god only knows what else, she's not going to last much longer.'
He stopped long enough at the end of his driveway to look for the fresh tracks and found she took off to the left; he hit the highway and could see his brother Matt in the truck behind him. They roared down the hot Carolina highway for about ten minutes before he saw something odd sticking out of the ditch. He looked to the side of the road and saw the gravel that had been gouged by a skidding tire.
"Fuck!"
He stopped his bike, kicking the stand down and dismounting as Matt pulled up behind him. He walked over to the ditch and saw her bloodied hand sticking out just at the edge of where the grass meets the gravel.
"Matt! Get the truck up here!" He hollered as he jumped down into the ditch. He slowly pulled the bike off of Dawn's legs which in turn elicited a scream from her just as she came to. Matt came running down the ditch to help Jeff pick her up gently and get her into the bed of the truck.
"My bike…" came her whimper as another wave of pain hit her body. "We'll come back and get it …ahh...Umm..." Jeff trailed off not knowing her name. "Name's Dawn…as in the sunrise..." she whispered. "Ok Dawn, we'll come back in a bit and get it. I'm gonna put my bike down there too and then I'll be riding pony with you on the way back."
Jeff raced back to his bike and walked it down to beside Dawns' beaten one. He took both sets of keys out of the ignitions and trotted back to the truck and jumped into the back careful not to jar Dawn. He smacked the roof of the truck and hollered to Matt.
"Let's go Jeeves!" Matt grinned and slowly made their way back to Jeff's where he parked the truck as close to the house as he could. Both Jeff and Matt slowly hooked Dawns arms around their necks, and started to walk slowly into the house. Dawn was out cold which was good for her condition and between the motions of the boys moving her around, it wasn't gonna be good.
"Matt go get Casey, we're gonna need her help." Matt nodded as he slung the arm he had of Dawns to around Jeff's neck. Jeff held her flush to him and watched as her head roll back exposing her tanned taunt neck to him. Her long air tickled his arms as any slight movement sent her hair swished back and forth. Dawn's head lulled to the side and Jeff's eye's picked up a small scar…it started thin just below her ear and tore jaggedly down towards her chest. It wasn't that noticeable, it was like a thin line of silver.
'I wonder how she got that."
Jeff was snapped out of his revere as he heard Matt telling their friend Casey, who was a registered nurse, about what happened. Casey rounded the corner and gasped as she took in the sight.
There stood a visibly distraught Jeff with a woman, all dressed in black riding gear, flush against him. Casey could see some blood soaking into the Jeff's muscle shirt, and she watched in horror as blood dripped off of the long slender fingers of the girl making a small puddle on the kitchen floor. Jeff moved to readjust his hold on her and Dawn's head lulled so it was facing Matt and Casey.
"Oh my goodness…" Casey whispered. "Dawn…" Matt and Jeff exchanged glances as Casey ran over to look closer. She gently touched Dawn's face near the cut on her forehead. Suddenly she snapped out of her trance and said, "Jeff take her up to my room, Matt get some warm water and a washcloth." Casey started up the stairs to her room as Jeff quietly spoke, "She's gonna need some ice packs too, she busted up her leg and her head too." Matt nodded and walked further into the kitchen.
Casey was pulling back the blankets on her bed when Jeff walked in with Dawn carrying her bridal style. He sat Dawn down on the edge of the bed as he started to unzip her jacket and began to shrug it off slowly. Dawn's mp3 player toppled out of her jacket where it was nestled close to shoulder. Jeff picked it up and noticed she still had her earphones in. As Casey steadied her he gently plucked the earphones out of each ear. The music was blaring out of the little speakers; Jeff held it up to his ear as Casey was finishing her side of the jacket. His eyes widened in astonishment as his own voice came blaring through. She had been listening to Peroxwhy?gen when she crashed out.
Jeff snapped out of his thoughts as Casey shoved Dawn's jacket into his arms, he looked down at it and then back to Dawn. She sat slumped over, wearing leather riding pants and a red muscle shirt. Her thin chained necklace swinging back and forth as her chain choker stayed firmly put. He knew about the one scar but what he saw, even amazed him. She had thin scars all over her arms.
"Ok Jeff," Casey snapped him out of his thoughts yet again," I sort of know this girl, she is a contact of mine from up in Canada, and before you even think it, she's not into self mutilation. Those are from riding gone bad."
Jeff gave a nod of understanding and helped Casey lay her down. As Casey worked to remove Dawn's heavy boots, she began to think out loud. "I don't understand why she hasn't woken up yet, she should be writhing in pain and telling me to fuck off but she's dead weight."
Jeff's quiet voice was heard as Casey pulled off the one boot and let it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. "She said she's been on the road for 5 days straight, hell she even called me Skittles and told me to fuck off but then next minute…" he trailed off.
"The next minute what Jeff?" Casey questioned him softly as she began to unbuckle the boot from the more damaged leg.
He swallowed hard, "The next minute she was sobbing, and I mean hard, like she was dieing or just full of pent up emotions."
"Jeff hand me a towel and two of the ice packs please." He handed her the items as Casey let out a deep sigh. Jeff watched as the boot finally came off. Dawn's whole right ankle was black and blue and swollen on either side. Casey wrapped it in a towel and placed the ice packs on either side.
Just then Matt showed up in the door way with the water, a handful of washcloths, a bottle of water and some Tylenol. Jeff maneuvered to the right side of the bed and slowly cleaned Dawns right arm which was covered in blood. She didn't even flinch when he thought he pressed too hard.
"Not good…but Casey's the trained one here…" he grimaced. Casey finished cleaning the blood from Dawn's face and forehead and placed an ice pack at the back of her neck.
"Come on guys help me sit her up, I have to get this bloody shirt off of her." Both started to protest and she pinned them with a look. Matt ran to his room and grabbed an extra '2xtreme' shirt. Casey gave him a 'are you serious' look. He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned a little. Jeff's gaze could not be broken by all the scars he had seen on her stomach and one particular nasty one on her back as the shirt was slowly and carefully lifted up her torso and over her head. Casey glanced to where Jeff was looking and sighed softly.
"That one isn't from the trick riding….last time we spoke she said there had been some trouble, I just didn't realize how bad." They slipped the clean shirt on Dawn, laid her down and then carefully covered her up with a light but warm blanket.
"I'll sit with her while you guys go and get our bikes, I don't know if hers is able to ride yet." Jeff spoke softly. Casey nodded along with Matt. Casey came over to Jeff and gave him a quick hug and whispered, "She will be freaked out when she first wakes up, just tell her Moondog is coming. She'll know what it means." Jeff gave her a confused look but nodded. Both Casey and Matt walked out of the room quietly, while Jeff sat in the chair next to Dawn.
Dawn's Dream
"Great now where the fuck am I?" she snarled to herself as she tried to look around the in darkness that surrounded her.
Suddenly blinding light flashed on and a dull roar could be heard. She hit the hard surface beneath her as she shielded her eyes from the intensity of the lights.
She suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed and yanked backwards viciously. She let out a yelp of surprise and then snarled. "This is a fucking dream! A FUCKING DREAM!" she roared.
Then a gravelly whisper came to her ear, "Oh no it's not Twilight, this is your nightmare."
She froze and began to panic…she went to stand up and felt her ankle explode in pain, she tried to step forward and found her wrist and her good ankle handcuffed to a rope of some kind. Her bad ankle caused her to collapse and hang there. She lifted her head panting for breath, and her eyes widened.
"NO! Not again!"
As she screamed the tall dark figure lashed out with a chainsaw chain and hit her lower back and side. Her blooded flowed freely as he came up close to her and wrapped the sharp chain around her neck.
She closed her eyes and sobbed as she felt the chain bite into her neck and then she heard a voice calling her name.
"Dawn wake up...WAKE UP! It's a nightmare, that's all! WAKE UP DAMNIT!"
end of dream