I'm so evil. To NeroAnne, I LOVE YOU TOO! XD! I had to do it. I didn't want to torture every single character in there but I felt better doing it. Yeah, Mike & Randy both have HIV…I think that you haven't read the first story so here's like an extract from that…
"You're the reason I have HIV!"
"It was the only way to save your ass and I had to do it!"
"Stop! Stop!" Chris raises his arms at them both, trying to get them to stop talking and calm down and it's worked. "Explain, Randy. Mike. I don't care who starts as long as someone explains what in hell's name is going on."
Mike sighs, "he lost blood when he did this motocross thing and my mother works in the hospital and when Randy came in the ER, we had to get him blood fast but his father wasn't around and Randy's mother's blood type is different but my blood type is the same as his so I gave him a blood transfusion but then, later on, I got this massive headache and I got tested for HIV and it said it was positive. I told Randy and he just blew up in my face. It was an emergency. He could've fucking died and instead of thanking me, he's screaming at my face."
So as you can see…um…Mike & Randy don't really get along well together. XP! Not everyone had to read that, by the way. XP!
8 – Too Close For Comfort
Chris goes back to check onto Matt, opening the door and stepping in but stopping when he realizes that Matt's not on the bed anymore and he walks towards the bathroom, knocking onto the door.
"Matt?"
No response.
"Matt, are you in there?"
Chris walks inside of the door and lets out a gasp of horror… "M-MATT?!"
There, lay in the corner of the room, Matt Hardy, with a razor on the ground, his wrists slit horribly and his eyes trying as hard as they can from dropping. Chris rushes to the panting Hardy's side, taking his hand and looking at him, 'what in hell's name happened just now, Matt…? Matt?!"
"I…I've got n-n-nothing to live for…" Matt's eyes are bubbling with tears.
"Matt, no! You've got a lot to live for! You're eighteen…do you want to end it all now when you've got so much?"
"I'VE GOT NOTHING!" Matt screams, letting the tears spew out of his eyes. "Chris…I-I'm a bad person…"
"You're not a bad person, Matt."
"I hurt a lot of people… I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore…" Matt's voice is cracking towards the end, tears pooling up even more, his vision blurred, 'I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore… I-I-I-I've got nothing… I'm a bad person…"
"Matt, do you listen to yourself?"
Matt shakes his head, 'I don't wanna listen! I don't! I don't!"
"Matt, breathe. Please."
Matt shakes his head, holding his head into his bloodied hands. "He-he-he hurts us all…"
"Who's he? Matt?"
Matt's eyes are now staring deep into Chris's confused ocean blue eyes, 'he-he…h-h-hurts us all…and she…she doesn't want me…s-she hates me…s-she hates m-m-me… I-I-I look like her…I-I-I-I…he-he-he-I… I'm a bad person…"
"Matt, I don't understand a word that's coming out of your mouth."
Matt lets go of a tape that's been in his hand, the black object falling quickly and Chris holds onto it, 'what's this, Matt?"
"M-m-my tape…she doesn't like me….s-s-she doesn't like me…" he shakes his head to prove his notion. "I-I-I look like her…"
"Who are you talking about, Matt?"
"I-I…" Matt looks down at his hands, not enough and with that, his hand goes to his razor once again and Chris grabs onto Matt's razor, 'h-h-he's watching…"
"Who's watching?! Matt!"
With a final rip of the razor on his flesh, Matt's eyes close yet Chris paces to listen to his heartbeat…still there but weak, too weak… Chris calls 911, looking down at the bloodied Hardy underneath him, the words repeating in his head.
'He-he…h-h-hurts us all…and she…she doesn't want me…s-she hates me…s-she hates m-m-me… I-I-I look like her…I-I-I-I…he-he-he-I… I'm a bad person…"
The paramedics arrive and Chris goes along, the words still replaying and replaying in his head as he puts the tape in the tape recorder and listens.
"You have her eyes…"
"L-l-let me alone!"
"Do you believe it when I tell you that she hates you?!"
"No, no, no! She-she-she doesn't hate me! She-she…"
"She. Hates. You."
Sounds of sobs. "N-n-no, Mommy, don't hate me!"
"Stop acting like a child, Matthew!"
"I-I…" a heart-wrenching sob drowns out anything else, 'I…I…I…I—I love her."
"She. Hates. You. She hated when she was pregnant with you, she hated when she had you…you were her biggest downfall! You were nothing! You still are nothing…but there's one thing about you that we admire."
Silence.
"You have her eyes."
Even more silence.
"You have her beautiful, beautiful brown little eyes and you don't deserve it…you have her body, her look, her grace, her job…but you forgot one thing."
The sound of jeans being unzipped.
"You forgot to satisfy me as she satisfied that other bastard."
Matt's breathing goes rigid, 'p-p-please…I don't have her eyes…I have Matt eyes! PLEASE!"
With that, a thrust.
"STOP IT! PLEASE!"
Sounds of panting, sounds of pain and horror.
"STOP! STOP! JUST STOP IT! I wanna b-b-breathe…I don't have her eyes! I have Matt eyes! I have my eyes! I-I-I-I-STOP! Stop…it-it HURTS. It hurts so much! DAD! NO!"
That's when Chris stops the tape.
Dad?
Chris's heart paces.
His father.
His father had raped him.
Chris bites down his lower lip as he looks down at Matt, and looks back at his bloodied wrists and thinks, over and over again, the entire lie about Brice being the one to rape him…all because of this and Chris knows, Chris knows that Jeff knows because Jeff would shrug it off whenever Chris would bring it up and have a guilty look on his face. Chris inhales the air, feeling as if he hadn't been breathing for the last few moments.
He leans down towards Matt's face, seeing the serenity that's now residing as the pit of pain churns in Chris's stomach as it all replays over again. 'He-he…h-h-hurts us all…and she…she doesn't want me…s-she hates me…s-she hates m-m-me… I-I-I look like her…I-I-I-I…he-he-he-I… I'm a bad person…" Chris lays his head onto Matt's chest, hearing the broken heartbeats.
It reminds him of himself.
And his now broken, shattered heart.
Jeff grins as he wakes up that day. Today's the day that Mark promises that he'd be at home, safe in Matt's arms, swooning while Amelia's in Jace's arms, happy and bubbly and laughing and alive, and as Mark leans towards a tree to look up at the mountain with a smile on his face, he tucks onto Jeff's hand and pulls him towards him.
But then, they stop when they hear a sound.
The sound scares.
Jeff just feels two hands wrap around him and press him towards a tree, Mark's eyes staring as Page smirks and holds onto Jeff's side, his claws just tracing along and from Mark's angle, even trailing those claws at Jeff's side, barely touching the skin, seems painful.
"He'd be one of us, Mark, you have no damn reason to be here!"
"HE'S MINE!" Match comes towards them, his brown eyes bubbling with possessiveness.
Mark laughs, lets out a howl of laughter as he turns to Jeff and Page, 'honestly, Jeffery, you even let this mere twelve year old control you?" Mark pushes Match back, letting him fall to the ground.
"He doesn't look twelve." Jeff protests, annoyed at the fact but the humiliation sinks in as he realizes that Match truly is too young to force him into these sexual-like acts but it had happened. "Let go, Page."
"Never, Devil child."
"He's not a Devil's child!" Mark exclaims, his eyes burning with annoyance, 'Amelia is a Devil's toy, yes and her soul and mine's are connected, I can feel her and I know that she's telling me right now to just kick your ass and make you feel sorry for interfering in our way."
Jeff rolls his eyes but when Page's claws touch at Jeff's skin, scraping alongside of it, Jeff's eyes close, shut tightly as the pain overtakes him and the blood seeps, the thick blood seeps from Jeff's side. "I-I-it hurts! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Jeff exclaims as the poison burns within him, burns into his deepest of veins and arteries, sinking and destroying.
Page throws Jeff towards the floor as Mark grabs onto Jeff's waist and pulls him to his feet but Jeff is unable to support himself and to that, Mark carries him and runs off, trying to forget that Match is glaring as he sings songs of blackness towards Page and Aaron and Afton, the two demons who just appear right now, and Match realizes that his link is weak, he becomes now afraid as Page grins and he pounces on top of Match, Jeff, out of the corner of his eyes, sees this. "Wait! WE HAVE TO GO BACK!"
"Are you insane?! Didn't he tell you to suck him off?!"
"He's twelve! He doesn't want to be rejected!" Jeff exclaims and with that, Mark sighs as he turns around and runs towards the direction of Match and Jeff holds onto Match's body, as Mark grabs onto Jeff's hips and pulls him, throwing Match at Mark's back as he hold on tightly and Mark runs off before the demons can attack them. Now, they're safe.
It doesn't take long for them to reach the mountain and Mark lays Jeff and Match down, now out of breath and panting. "Next time, I'm making you carry me." Mark smirks, sitting down, 'and I mean it."
Jeff rolls his eyes, 'but I'm cute and fragile."
"And a load if you have to climb a mountain."
Match takes the book from Jeff and looks through it, deciding that if he's going to repay them both, he had to help them in the spell and reading the introductory as the sun sets and Jeff stares, Jeff nods his head as Match stops, 'Jeff, say this with Amelia's name instead of Lilian."
Jeff nods his head as he takes the book from Match's hand and looks down at the spell that's in front of him, 'I long to be separated from Amelia's soul, I long to be separated from Amelia's heart, I long to have my own and still I do, I long to be happy and still I do… I refuse to stay into Amelia's body any longer and I want to break this bond, not make it stronger… and tomorrow, I want to stand here with pride, Amelia, not in me, just by my side."
Match nods his head.
"B-but what about going home?" Jeff realizes and Mark smirks, putting out an aqua stone and placing it over Jeff's head and Mark tells him to repeat the spell before the stone glows into its dull aqua color. "Home."
Mark nods his head, 'home."
"And you'll love it there." Jeff and Mark's heads twist to see Ian standing there, with a smirk tugging at his face. "You'll love what I've done to the place…"
That night, Jeff just can't sleep, knowing that Ian's done something but it's too subtle, what had Ian done that could've made Jeff feel so afraid? Jeff rolls to one side yet he falls asleep…
"Jeff?" it's Chris's voice. "No…I'm just imagining things…"
Jeff's eyes slowly open as he sees Chris's face and his heart just paces at the sight of him around, in a hospital.
"What happened?"
Chris shrugs his shoulders, trying to piece together what happened. "Well, either I turned crazy too or did I just find Jeffery Nero Hardy lying down on a hospital hallway next to Amy? Wait…AMY?!"
Amelia slowly opens her eyes, her vision stirs. "Chris?"
Chris just holds his head in his hands, 'someone explain before my brain explodes like…in ten different places. Now."
And so Jeff says the story all over again, Ian's threat, Amelia's origin, Mark's obsession, Match's hypnotism while Chris sits down onto the chair actively listening to their conversation and when they're done, Chris blinks, once, twice, trying to register it all over again and it takes him a while to.
"So Amelia is related to Death and Jeff got mixed into it but it's all okay now and Jeff's alive?"
"Pretty much." Jeff responds, grinning and thinking right now that he just can't wait to hold onto Matt, to touch his beloved yet when Chris sees that joy plastered on Jeff's face, he hates to break it, but he bites down his lower lip and tries to keep himself from asking the question that's been nagged to being asked but he does anyways and he feels the wave of guilt flush him before the words come out of his mouth. "Why didn't you tell us that Matt was raped by your father?"
"How'd you…" Jeff's own voice trails off, his eyes widened.
Chris bites down his lower lip, 'because Matt was cutting himself and I found a tape with his father bashing him and I just put two and two together… and wait, you two have a relationship, don't you?"
Jeff slowly nods his head, unable to figure out what Chris's going through.
"Wait, have you ever thought of that? That Matt feels like he's raping you in some sort of way? Being like him?"
Jeff's eyes widen even more… "I-I've never thought of that."
"Mr. Jericho?" a man walks into the room and Chris sees him, knowing that he's a Doctor, all of them stand up and follow him into the room where Matt is lying down, his eyes looking down at his bandaged wrists, his eyes full of hidden fear and Chris sits down beside him as Jeff runs up to him.
"Matt!"
"J-Jeff?" Matt pulls his arms out as Jeff hugs him, embracing him, smelling that scent and feeling that warmth that only Matt can give him. "Jeff! Wait, did you sell your soul to that bustard?" Matt's voice is now cracked at the thought.
"No!" Jeff grins, 'I'll tell you later. But right now, first thing's first…"
"Cheesecake?"
"Matty!" Jeff giggles. "No."
"Come on. I don't want any serious talks right now. I just want to go home so that Adam calls social security."
"…um…Chris…?" Jeff starts, making Chris stare at Jeff. "Adam moved."
"W-what?!"
Jeff holds onto Chris's shoulder in sympathy and empathy, care and gentleness, 'don't worry. We'll find them, okay? I promise!"
"But they can't move! That house made me and Adam's relationship! And…Adam…what about Adam?! Oh hell! I'm so damn childish…I forgot about that! I didn't know…I…how are we going to find them?"
"Same way you found Matt, 'Jeff gives a warm smile, 'just look for a house under Copeland residence and has an Adam. Besides, I don't think that Adam will go a day without looking for you."
Chris smiles weakly at Jeff's notion, 'you-you're right."
Matt smiles at the duo, rolling his eyes but that moment, Matt feels his stomach churn as he clutches onto it and he hangs his head to one side as he vomits a pool of blood…
"Someone come in here!"
"Matty…"
"Randy?"
Adam looks over at his tired friend as Randy slips into bed that night, just trying to focus on anything else but the fact that Chris is out of his reach and as Randy looks at him, trying to register that look on Adam's face, 'w-what?"
"You've lost a lot of weight… is John doing something? Is he asking you for something?"
Randy shakes his head, 'No! He actually points that out a lot too but I'm perfectly fine! Stop worrying! I don't understand why everyone's telling me that I've lost a lot of weight. I feel fine!"
"You're sweating."
"I'm fine." Randy retards, his eyes glaring at Adam.
"Yeah, that's why we're taking you to the Doctor tomorrow," John walks into the room, sitting down onto the bed and looking at Randy who shakes his head. "You are going to the Doctor tomorrow, understand?"
"No."
"Randy."
"No."
"Will you go to the Doctor?"
"No."
"Do you love me?"
"No."
"That hurt!" John teases.
"Shut up." Randy jokes back, pushing John playfully and smiling at him, soft ocean blue eyes grinning a smile all on their own, playful and livid. Adam doesn't know how John can bring out this side of Randy that isn't truly him yet all too him at the same time, this happier side…this lovable side…
"You are going to the Doctor tomorrow."
"No."
That night, John slowly tip-toes over to Randy's room, shaking his shoulder and Randy's pure blue eyes open tiredly before looking over at John. "I swear you want a death wish."
"I told you that you were going to the Doctor tomorrow."
"Shut up. It's 2 in the morning."
"You are going now."
John picks up Randy in his silk pajamas and takes him downstairs while Randy, who has no more energy to argue, just snuggles into his chest, commenting every now and then. "You're the stupidest person alive, John."
"Doesn't hurt when my Chemistry teacher said it. Doesn't hurt me when you say it."
John pulls down Randy at the back of the car and hops to the front, opening the vehicle and taking one last look at the young sleeping teenagers before starting up the car and in almost no time had they reached the hospital, a smile tugs at his lips as John pulls himself out and takes Randy, trying not to wake him up, before pulling him through the doorway of the hospital, where half the Doctors are working yet sleeping. John snickers at himself as he steps into a room and lays Randy down on a cot. "I want a diagnosis."
The half-asleep Doctor yawns. "But I need to go home right now…"
"I'm annoying and I got an award for it. Fear me."
"Listen, kid, if I do this, then would you please get out of here?"
"Yeah, sure."
The Doctor takes a needle and pricks Randy's flesh with it who simply rolls over to the side as his soft snores enter the room and John realizes just how tired Randy looks like as he sits down besides him, simply caressing Randy's cheek as the Doctor returns with a tired expression on his face.
"What kind of stomach flu does he have, Doctor?"
"Lymphoma."
"Huh?"
"Your sleeping friend has cancer from his AIDS."
John's face pales as he looks back at Randy. Cancer? AIDS? His heart burns with pain…Randy doesn't even know it…
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X Sam.