Jeff paced back and forth in the still, quiet bedroom. His mind continued to roll from the fire just a day before, his phone call from Vince McMahon and how everything seemed to be taking a downward spiral in his life. All of which resulted in his moving in with his brother for the time being. He continued to pace, as he felt the sweat form on his brow and trickle down the side of his cheek. He had been at this game for nearly 2 hours now, and it still wasn't easing his tension in the least.
His eyes fell to the nightstand just a few feet from where he now stood. He was trying to hold off on taking anymore pills, but he knew the time had came for him to take a few more just to ease his mind and his racing thoughts. He opened the drawer and retrieved the bottle as he popped the top and emptied the contents into his hand. He didn't count how many was in his hand before slamming them down his throat and swallowing.
He looked at the nearby clock on the dresser and sighed knowing his meeting for his first therapy session would be in just under a half hour. He knew he couldn't be late for them, so he flung the door open and was meet with a pair of hazel eyes glowing back at him. It startled him at first, as he jumped back and drew a deep breath inward before realizing it was Beth standing on the other side. He managed a weak smile as she continued to gaze at him, her eyes glowing with anger.
"Jeff, we've gotta talk." she stated simply.
He knew it didn't sound good, by the tone of her voice. He couldn't really deal with any other distractions right now, in fear that he would be late for his meeting. He forced another smile and gazed at her.
"We can talk when I get back from my meeting. I'm gonna be late." he said, pushing past her.
It was when he had started down the steps that she finally spoke and it shook him to his very core. He had to replay the words a few times, before it sunk in and the reality hit him like a ton of bricks.
"I won't be here when you get back." she stated, not turning around to face him.
He started back up the staircase and fell by her side, as he attempted on grabbing her hand. She jerked away and finally faced him, the tears evident in her eyes.
"Beth..." he started before she raised her finger in his face and shook her head.
"You know, we were getting along just fine and then I find out you are suspended for a second time because of those damned pills. This whole time we were getting along, Jeff. I've begun to wonder if it was just the pills that helped us get by. I don't wanna stay knowing my boyfriend is on pills and that's the reason we get along. That that's the reason we survive as a couple. I've had enough Jeff." she stated, her voice rising slightly.
"I'm not gonna stop you." Jeff said, as he examined his watch before looking up at her.
"I figured you wouldn't." she said before making her way into the bedroom to gather her things.
Jeff stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes as the angered boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe after the night he had and his world going to shit, she would leave him now.
"So, it's like that, huh?" he said, making his way into the bedroom. "You're going to leave me because the going got tough? It isn't my fault the fire started, Beth!"
"Jeff, I never once blamed you, but I do blame you for this drug addiction and I refuse to sit around and let you bring me down with you."
"So you're leaving me at a time like this? A time that I might actually need you most!"
"You don't need me Jeff." she screamed opening the side drawer and throwing the pill bottle onto the bed. "You need what was in that bottle. Something I can't give you." she finished as she collected the few things things she had in the room.
"That's just fine, Beth. That's just great! I don't need you anyway!" he said, slamming the door and making his way down the steps.
He was more pissed off then he had ever been before. The nerve of her to throw everything away like it was his fault. He was going through the damn rehab to save his job. Why couldn't she see that?
He looked up at the bedroom window as he opened his car door. He saw her standing there, watching him from the second story of Matt's home. Just the sight of her left a bad taste in his mouth so he did the only thing that came to mind at the moment. He flipped her off before slamming his car door and firing the engine and heading down the driveway.
He knew in the bottom of his heart that things never would have worked out from he and Beth. She was something that filled a void in him, however. A void of emptiness that he never had felt until now. He knew he could get over her. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in his mind about that. He knew his dad and Matt would never leave him no matter what horrible shit or mess he got his life into. They would always love him and if he was meant to be lonely for the rest of his life, then so be it.
But for the first time in years, Jeff Hardy was left in solitude.