The luminous light from the sun glared through to window, awaking me instantly. A small groan escaped my lips as I felt a large pair of arms around me as I tried to sit up. I blinked a few times to get my vision straight, and look to my right. Cody Runnels was lying next to me. I had no idea what happened to night before, but being I had no clothes on, I had a pretty good idea. I heard a buzzing noise from across the room. Picking his arm up slowly, I got out of bed and walked over to my cell phone.

9 missed calls and 19 text messages.

What the fuck?

I was 99.9 percent sure I knew who they were from, but I looked at them anyway.

'Brae, where the fuck are you?' Matt.

'Call me, it's important.' Jeff.

'B, Matt's worried sick. Fucking call him so I can get some damn sleep.' Shane.

'Get your ass over to the house pronto.' Matt.

'Dammit call me.' Matt.

The rest were from Matt as well. They all said basically the same thing. 'Where are you?' I decided to lay my phone down and go back over to the sleeping form in my bed and lay next to him.

I carefully climbed in and repositioned myself like I was earlier. Cody stirred beside me and slowly opened his blood shot eyes. He quickly closed them, though, being the sun was pointing directly at him.

After a minute, he opened his eyes again and looked at me. A smile crept onto his face. One of his very muscular arms snaked its way around my torso. I could get used to this.

"Let me guess, we fucked last night, huh?" He asked me.

"If I remembered, I'd tell ya. But by the looks of it, I can put money on it." I pulled the covers back to show him what I was talking about.

"Gotcha." He closed his eyes again and turned back over. I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the bed to retrieve my phone. I quickly scrolled down to Matt's name and pressed call. I rang a couple of times before a very angry Hardy answered the phone.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn't have fucking called last night?" I think my eardrum just busted.

"Matt, calm down. I was piss ass drunk and couldn't find you, so I drove back to the hotel with Cody. I'm-"

"Cody? Cody Runnels? Brae what the hell! Did he try anything on you? I'll fucking kill the bastard!"

"Listen, I don't have time for this, nor the head right now. I have a bad fucking head ache and with you yelling it's not helping!" I yelled back, just as loud. Cody was now sitting up just looking on with concern in his eyes.

"I'm sending Shane to come and fucking get you. Be ready." And with that, he hung up.

I let a loud sigh escape my lips as I walked over toward my dress that I was wearing last night, and pulled it over my petite body.

"What was that about?" Cody asked after a moment of contemplation.

"Matt's just overprotective." We left the conversation at that.

About 15 minutes passed and I was slowly drifting off to sleep again in Cody's arms when Welcome To the Jungle started going off. I groaned and picked up my red Blackberry.

Shane.

I picked up and told him I'd be down there in a minute, then hung up.

"You leaving?" Cody asked from his place on the bed.

"Yeah, I'll see you tonight at the show though." I gave him a hug, and he kissed me on the lips. I felt something there, I just didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

*******

"So, what joy did you get out of scaring the shit out of Matt last night?" So, Shane isn't a morning person I'm guessing. Because the tone in his voice was definitely not warm and welcoming.

"Listen, I was piss ass drunk, I couldn't find y'all, and I rode to the hotel with Cody. No big deal."

"It is a big deal. When you don't fucking answer your phone all night, how the hell were we supposed to know you didn't get raped or kidnapped?"

"See Shane, that's the thing; I'm not a kid. I'm a grown woman. I can handle myself."

"So your saying if someone my size tried to take you and rape you, you could defend yourself?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. He let out a loud sigh and mumbled something incoherent.

About 15 minutes later, I found myself standing in the driveway of the Hardy home. Well I guess it's my home now too. Shane had already drove off.

Deciding it'd be best for me to go in the house, I walked slowly up the driveway. It seemed like a long walk from where I was standing. And to be honest, I was hoping it wouldn't be over. I really don't see why I'm so worried. I mean what's Matt gonna do? Better question, what can Matt do? I'm grown.

I reached for the knob and walked in with my head held high. I wasn't about to let him yell at me for nothing.

I closed the door behind me and looked around. Ha, no Matt. Must be my lucky day.

"Wait right there woman."

Or not.

I froze then turned around.

"Where the fuck were you last night? I understand you're an adult and you can do whatever you want, but when you don't come home at night and don't answer the fucking phone, that's when it's crossing the line." He pointed a finger at me, giving me those 'who the hell do you think you are' eyes.

"I'm sorry Matt, OK? I couldn't find y'all. Calm the fuck down. Cody took care of me and let me stay in his room." I put my hand to my head, still feeling the effects of last night. I heard him scoff, so I looked up.

"Are you kidding me? Cody? He took care of you? Brae you're fucking losing it. Your gonna wind up getting hurt, and I know your not ready for a relationship. Don't get involved."

"Whatever Matt. You don't even know what your damn well talking about."

"Fuck, Brae, just go get your damn suitcase and come the fuck on. I need to go to the gym. Then we're going straight to the arena." He walked toward his bedroom and slammed his door shut.

Who does he think he is? I'm a grown woman. I don't need his shit. I don't even wanna go with him to the gym. Asshole.

"Come on. We need to get going." He walked passed me, grabbing my suitcase on the way. So he yells at me then helps me with my bags? He's gonna be the death of me one day, I swear.

*****

"So, your not gonna talk to me?" The car ride was pretty quiet, up until just now. We were on our way to the arena. It was kind of awkward not talking to Matt. But he deserved it. And no, I haven't talked to him since we were arguing before. Not even at the gym.

"Matt, you were a complete bitch to me. You really expect me to be nice to you?" I rolled my eyes. I watched as he did the same.

"Get over yourself and grow up. Stop being a little kid. So what? Yeah I was an asshole to you. Don't hold a grudge. Move on and get over it." I think my jaw just hit the floor. Eh, wait. Not quite, just a few inches from it.

Did he really just say that to me? Who does he think he is?

"Whatever." I was way too mad to talk right now.

10 minutes later, I found myself hurling around the arena parking lot. I think Matt's driving like this to piss me off. And it's working. As soon as he stopped, I leapt out of the car, grabbed my suitcases and speed walked to the entrance.

A couple minutes later, I found myself in a bathroom stall with my purse, and a bottle of pills in my hand. I carefully unscrewed the top and poured 2 pills in my hand.

I read the label one more time, just to make sure I knew what I was taking. Adderall. Probably the most efficient pill there was; that was legal, of course. I popped two in my mouth and screwed to cap back on. I loaded all my belongings back into my purse.

I slowly pushed the stall open and came face to face with my reflection on the mirror. I look horrible. Absolutely horrid, actually. My face was a pale, sickening color, I had big black purplish bags under my eyes, and my face just looked overall drained. Yet, this is what I've become the past couple years. Nothing, nothing at all. Where's my life going? Down the drain, that's where.

I reached for my purse and grabbed my make up bag out of it. I reached in and fished around for my foundation. I let a long, dragged out sigh escape from my lips and walked out of the bathroom in search of Matts' locker room.

"Ma'am, do you need help?" I turned swiftly around. Wow does this trip just keep getting better or what?

"Uh, yeah actually. Do you know where Matts locker room is? I'm Braelynn by the way." I stuck my hand out to the huge man, which he gladly shook.

"Dave Bautista. Matt Hardy? Yeah I was just heading that way. We have to go over our match for tonight. Follow me." He nodded his head in the direction he was going to lead me in.

"So how do you know Matt?" He glanced over at me with his honey colored eyes. They were full of life and just warm.

"High school friend. Best high school friend actually." Memories of Matt and me flooded my head. Well actually memories of Jeff and me. We were actually closer then Matt and me. But now that has changed.

"Really? I don't think I've ever met you before. I'm sure he would've introduced me."

"Well, after he became famous, we didn't really talk that much. Now I'm on tour with him though."

"Here we are."

Dave knocked on the door. A slight muffled come in was heard. He held the door opened for me as I walked in.

"Good to see you didn't get lost." Matt threw in my direction.

I simply rolled my eyes and plopped down on the black leather couch that was situated in the far right corned of the room. I watched as Matt and Dave got in a deep conversation. I saw this as my queue to leave. I walked out the door, going unnoticed.

So what was a girl supposed to do all alone in a huge arena when she didn't know anyone? Exactly, get to know someone. This should definitely be an interesting night.

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