The ride home had been a quiet one, filled with endless thoughts and anger from the younger Hardy brother. He had thought of ever end and out of the decisions he had made leading up to this point, which lead him to the anger he was now feeling. And as he inched closer and closer towards home, his nerves were quickly getting the best of him. He would have to face the truth the minute he walked through his front door and saw the face of his girlfriend.

He could almost see her face now, with the look of confusion written all over it. He played in his mind how he would tell her about the truth of the matter of him being home so early in the week. He could clearly see the look of shock and then anger she would display. She had been through this with him so many times before, but never did leave. Something he himself couldn't figure out. He had put her through a lot, just dealing with the addiction.

As he flew down the familiar dirt road, signaling he was about 5 minutes from his home, his hands began to sweat and his mind raced even faster. He wasn't too worried about his girlfriend, but the look of disappointment on his dad's face was something entirely different. His old man had been through thick and thin with him, from the death of his mother, which he was barely able to remember, his and Matt's wild dream of becoming wrestlers, to achieving his wishes and making it to the big game, and through the addiction itself. His dad was a strong man, but he was getting up there in his years and honestly, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he pulled into the long driveway, leading towards his house.

He wasn't sure if the sweat and anxiety was from him be completely nervous about telling everyone the harsh truth or the lack of pills he had taken that day. At any rate, he wanted to get home and take care of both orders of business; tell his girlfriend and father and then take the comfort he had been yearning all day.

As soon as he pulled into the parking space, he door flew open in a sudden and he looked up, meeting the angered eyes of Beth. She knew. The look on her face said that alone. At least he wouldn't have to break the news to her himself. He just wondered how she had found out.

Matt.

"Let me guess. Matt called you?" Jeff asked, grabbing his luggage from the backseat and slamming the car door shut.

"What were you thinking, Jeff? I thought we were done with this shit once and for all months ago." she asked, stepping in front of him.

"Yeah, well I guess we thought wrong, didn't we?" he said, arching his brow before pushing past her.

"Jeff I don't get it. How long have you been taking them this time?" she asked, running up and grabbing his wrist, forcing him to swing himself around.

"I don't know, Beth. It's not like I marked it on my calendar."

"Jeff don't be a smart ass. It's like you don't even care. You got suspended for 60 days! Without pay!" she said, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

"Ah! That's right. You would be concerned about the money aspect of it, wouldn't you?" he said, giving a sinister laugh. "You would be. Don't worry, dear. There's enough in the bank for your lavish expenses."

Before she could retaliate with a reply, he marched into the house and dropped his bag at the door. He wanted to get to the bathroom as soon as he could to end the anger and frustration he was now feeling. She should have been supportive of him; telling him they could get through this together and that she would be here for him. But instead, he was met with the hostility and scorn of a woman.

He slammed the bathroom door, locked the door and threw open the medicine cabinet, searching for his secret stash. He had kept it there for emergency fixes, and this seemed to fit the bill. He grabbed the Tylenol bottle and popped the lid off and smiled when the tiny white pills hit his palm. They were there; right where he had left them. Luckily she hadn't found them before he had gotten home or else there would really be a problem today.

He slammed them down his throat as he turned the spigot on, cupped his hands and drank the clear liquid, washing the tiny tablets down his throat. He knew in a short amount of time, nothing would matter anymore. Just the way he wanted it.

He didn't want to deal with anything anymore. He just wanted to simply, be.