Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE, sadly :/ Except, my OC
As this cunning demon takes me as it voodoo doll
Darkness sets in as the horns start to grow
Suddenly I become somebody I don't know
"Ugh. I feel like I got hit by a bus." I said aloud. I popped one of my heavy eyelids open, and then the other. At first glance, I forgot where I was, but as I started to wake up more, everything looked normal. Well, whatever your definition of normal is.
I slowly sat up, well tried to. The pink sheets were tangled around my body, trapping me in place. I tugged them until they came loose, setting my frame free. I looked around the bed, seeing my needle, pipe, and travel bag open. I think it'd be a good idea to put that all away right now.
After putting all of it in a safe place, I glanced over at the clock. In big red letters it read 12:37. I'm sure Jeff would be here any minute, if he weren't already. Might as well start getting ready for his visit.
An hour and 1 shower later
I emerged from the large guest bathroom; dirty belongings in hand. I felt a lot better now that I was clean, and pampered. Instead of the usual sweat pants and tank top I had a routine of wearing, I actually got dressed nicely today. Something I definitely don't normally do.
I found short, and when I say short, I mean short, jean shorts, a pink and blue tank top, and flip-flops. Well, I mean I guess it isn't nice, per say, but it is better then normal.
As I walked down the stairs that lead into the living room, I heard voices coming from there. I guess Jeff's here already. Making sure I was quiet so I wouldn't scare them, I made my way downstairs.
Jeff had his back to me. His blue, purple, and red hair was flowing nicely to his shoulders. Damn, I wish he wouldn't have cut it. I loved his hair. I guess I should make my presence known, huh?
"Jeff Hardy I love you." I giggled from behind him. He spun around and looked at me. His emerald green eyes locked with mine. And that knee-weakening smile was shot my way. He looked absolutely gorgeous, to say the absolute least.
"Brae, I love you too girl." He lifted me up and spun me in his arms. And let me tell you, I fit perfect in there. OK enough of that.
"Damn, it's nice to finally see you again. You look great, girl." God, that smile is gonna make me pass out.
"You do to. It's great to finally see you again. It feels amazing to be back in the Hardy residence." I gave them both of them an award-winning grin, which they gladly returned.
"So, we were thinking, you wanna go to the city with us and do a little shoppin' around for new stuff?" Matt asked me. New stuff? Uh, duh, I'm a girl, what does he think. There's only one problem with that theory though. The fact that I have no money, and now that I moved here, no job.
"I'd love to, really, 'cept I'm broke." I gave a slight shrug as they started laughing.
"What?" I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out eggs, bacon, and orange juice. I started on breakfast as Matt replied to my question.
"B, it's our treat. Anything you want. No limit. My credit card. AND, put all that away. We're goin' out ta eat. We've been waitin' on your lazy ass ta get up." Wow, I never noticed how southern Matt really was. Kind of sexy. Actually, really sexy.
"Haha, alright then." I started cleaning up the small mess that was accumulating in front of me.
"Are ya ready? Or do you need a little more time?" Matt asked.
"I'm good to go, man. Let me just go grab my purse." I headed upstairs and grabbed the large Juicy purse from the dresser. Yeah, I know. Juicy. Wasn't expecting it, huh? Well drug dealers do have money let me remind you.
"I'll be in the car, I yelled into the living room as I made my way out the front door."
A few minutes later, the older of the Hardy's emerged from the front door.
"Fina-fucking-lly. Where's Jeff?" I turned toward Matt, as I put my seatbelt on.
"He has ta leave. He has a signing he has to be at, at 4. And it takes about 2 hours ta get there."
"Oh, gotcha. Is he gonna come by after? I miss him. I haven't seen him forever." Why didn't he just come along? I wouldn't mind spending the day with two hot guys, instead of one.
The 'little' shopping trip turned into a huge, and might I add expensive shopping trip. But hey, was I complaining? Not one bit. But, I did feel bad though. I mean it's my second day here, and he bought me just about everything in town.
It was about 8 p.m. by the time we got back to the house. Yeah, I didn't know a man could shop with a woman that long, either.
"Matt, I want to thank you so fucking much for everything. It means so much to me. You have no idea." We were sprawled out on the floor in his bedroom watching Taken.
"Your welcome. It looked like you need some new stuff. Thought I'd treat ya." Oh, he did more then just treat me. But I didn't say anything.
"It really means a lot to me."
"No problem. Anything for you. So, I was wondering, actually... ya know how ya said ya wanted some new ink? Let's stop by Shan's shop tamorrow. My treat, again." He shrugged his shoulders, and gave me a questioning glance.
"Matt, are you serious? I can't do that to you. You just spent well over $2000 on me." I looked at him shocked.
"What's another… what like 400? I'm serious. You need a new start from what ya told me last night. Don't worry about it."
"Matt… I… I don't know if I can do that to you. You've done more then enough for me already."
"Oh Brae, be quiet." He laughed and threw a pillow at me. I giggled and just rolled my eyes.
"This pillow's mine now buddy." I laughed and placed it under me and continued to watch the movie. I was more then excited about tomorrow.
After the movie was over, I said my goodnights to him and went to my room. I'm guessing you know what happened after that? Yeah, that trusty old travel bag of mine went to pretty good use. Well, not exactly the bag, but the contents in it.
And yet again, for the second night in a row, I pulled out that trusty old needle. I stared at it for a long time, before pulling the strap out of my bag. I held it in my hands, examined it carefully, and gripped so hard my knuckles turned white. Is this really how I want to live the rest of my life? No, obviously. But, I'm a smart drug user. Right? I know my limits and know exactly what I'm doing when I'm high. So, that makes me a smart one, right? And I only, well try to only, use at night so no one knows I'm using. That makes me smart, right? And, let's not forget all the celebrities that use. That mean I can too, right?
Yeah, I know. I have to keep convincing myself of that almost every time I go to use. I began shaking; almost dropping the needle out of my hand.
Quickly, before I changed my mind, I grabbed the strap and began my nightly routine.
When I was 'finished', I laid my head on the bed and stared at the ceiling. My heart was beating fast. Almost felt like it was beating out of my chest. My hands began shaking, making me drop the needle to the floor. I sat up and grabbed the bottle of water out of my purse. I took a nice long sip, and stood up. I felt like I was flying.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. It's amazing the amount of confidence drugs give you. I felt like I was on top of the world, and like I was a super model. And let me tell you, my energy level is through the roof right now.
But, after a little while, that faded and I crashed. I laid down, and let my self fall asleep.