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Chapter Nine:

The next morning, Shannon drove ferociously to Matt Hardy's house, the only thing focused in his mind; Coral. He wanted to kill her for making him worry. Tell her that what she was doing to him wasn't fair. But why bother when she didn't bother to listen? It infuriated him on so many levels!

Shannon slammed the door as he pulled into Matt's driveway. Without knocking, he crashed into Matt's house, seeing them all scattered in the kitchen. As soon as his voice was heard, Coral looked up, those jade eyes rolling at a rapid speed. "Are you fucking insane?" he screamed, pointing a finger at her chest. "You didn't—"

"Shannon," Jeff said coolly, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Follow me."

All watched as Jeff led Shannon from the room. Coral sighed, walking off, leaving Matt and Beth staring. "Where is she going?" Matt mused.

"Good question," Beth agreed. "Looks like the basement."

Matt watched as Coral headed down the stairs, not looking back once.

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When Coral got to the bottom, she breathed a sigh of relief. Never did she want to be alone with those two morons. With Jeff, it was okay, she could deal. But Matt had a way of rambling to make up for a silence, something that irked her to no end. He was always overly eager to make someone feel at home and Coral did not feel at home.

She plainly didn't like Beth. Everything about the older woman bothered her to no end. Maybe it was because she stared at her when she thought the younger Moore wasn't listening. Or maybe it was because she just seemed like she could be a bitch, who knows?

But she was glad to be alone again. The jade-eyed sister to Shannon lurked toward the couch, sitting down quietly. Her eyes wandered over every little detail of Matt's basement. She had to admit: it was nice. Some kind of getaway… and it even had a tanning bed in one corner. Who has a tanning bed?

Coral couldn't keep her mind off him though, either. Him being Jeff of course. He had been so nice to her since last night, no longer trying to put reasons in her head. She didn't have to like Shannon if she didn't want to and that made her happy. Jeff just wanted her to feel something was right. He was right to her, a little weird and out there, much like herself. No one back home understood her strange ways, except for her ex-boyfriend Mike, but he was away at a Coke rehab and she couldn't remember the last time she had heard from him, maybe two months.

Jeff seemed to be her only sliver lining in the small area which was Cameron and Whispering Pines. To call that space a small area was definitely an understatement though, it had taken her nearly three hours to reach the Hardy household from Shannon's home.

Yet, she knew that Jeff would be the only thing she could look forward to in North Carolina. It definitely wasn't Atlanta anymore… she was so far from home. When she would start school tomorrow there would be more hell to look forward to. A small school she would be attending, even if it were only for two months. Why did her life have to change like that?

She felt the tears coming on. Why did her father have to die and leave her with nothing? She was perfectly happy in Georgia. Sure, she had no friends, but she didn't need them since she had no enemies either. In Carolina, she had too many enemies: everyone. Why did her father have to die?

Before the eighteen-year-old knew it, she was tossing random objects in many directions. Some crashed into Matt's video games, others just landed on the floor after hitting a wall. Nothing touched the Jeff Hardy Cardboard Cut-out. She aimed at everything else though until two strong, tattooed arms wrapped around her. It was a good thing too, since seconds later, she collapsed, weak from sobbing.

She was met with neon green eyes and a concerned face when she finally opened her tightened eyes. Jeff Hardy sighed, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "What's going on?" he whispered.

She shrugged, averting his gaze. "Nothing."

"She just trashed the place!" Bellowed Matt Hardy.

Jeff glared at his brother. "If you can't keep your big mouth shut, go the fuck upstairs!"

Matt narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, pointing a finger at the crumbled Coral. "I don't give a fuck, Jeff. She just trashed my basement when I've done nothing to ever hurt her. All we've been trying to do is help this damn girl fit in here and she's done but offer a bitch in return! I'm fucking sick of it."

Shannon—who had come down seconds after Matt finished his rant—gasped. "What the…?"

"Matt, unless you want World War three to erupt right now, I suggest you get the fuck away from me," Jeff continued to growl. He didn't want to fight with his brother, but he was granting him no choice. Sure, Coral didn't want to admit it, but he knew she was damaged in so many ways. The tortured look in her eyes and her bitch-like wall proved it true. Shannon's replies and Matt's over-warm attitude was doing nothing to help the poor girl whatsoever.

"Fuck you," Matt snapped and barreled up the stairs.

"What's going on?" Shannon demanded, looking at Jeff who still held Coral. "Why the fuck are you holding my sister?"

Jeff sighed. "Go back upstairs," he replied calmly. "We'll be up in a few."

Shannon oddly didn't object, only nodded. He too knew that Jeff was the only one who had the power to get Coral to listen, to comply. He couldn't figure out why – maybe it was the mutual weirdness – or maybe it was just another one of life's mysteries, but he wasn't going to be the one to object to it.

When Jeff was sure they were alone, he made Coral sit up. Her face was blotchy and tears were still present in her eyes. "What happened?" he asked softly. "Why did you—"

"I don't want to talk about it," she snapped back.

Even Jeff was surprised. She wasn't normally like that with him. "Look, I'm not going to push you, but please, trust me. I know what you're going through. I've been there. I—"

"Just leave me alone," Coral pressed, shoving off his arm. She stood up, ignoring the mess she made and stalked up the stairs, out of the Hardy's backdoor, making her way to the motorcross tracks. Along the way, she picked up a bike that Jeff had been using only an hour before, turned it on and drove quickly toward the tracks.

Coral felt free, like she always did on the bikes. Mike had always taken her biking. She had fallen in love quickly with the sport. Speed was her favorite thing. The faster, the better. A daredevil to the max.

She didn't care when she heard the call of Jeff from behind her, nor did the thought of not having a helmet on enter her head. She picked up her speed, heading for a large bump. And just as she came up for the jump, the bike skidded from behind her, sending her flying in the air.

The last thing she remembered before everything went black was the shrill call of Jeff's voice, pleading for her to stop. It was too late.

A/N: Oh no! Coral crashed... what will happen? Read and review and update I shall. :)