Three months had passed since AJ quit the WWE. Her family and friends were worried about her. Even though her arm was better now she was still abusing Vicodin. She'd become addicted. She'd started doing what was known as "doctor shopping" going from doctor to doctor to get Vicodin. She hardly went anywhere. She just stayed at home depressed and sad. It was three in the afternoon. She was at home sitting. She'd already had four Vicodin. Her cell phone started to ring.

"Hello?" She said slowly.

"Hi." Kaitlyn said.

"Hey." "How are you ewing?" She slurred.

"What?"

"How are you doing?

"I'm ok." "How are you?"

"Good." "Really good."

"That's good."

"Miss me?"

"Yeah."

"I miss you to."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing."

"Wanna meet for lunch?"

"You're gonna be in town?"

"Yep."

"Ok let's do it."

"Alright I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright bye."

"Bye."

The next day AJ met Kaitlyn. AJ was very pale and her pupils were dilated.

"Hi AJ." Kaitlyn said.

"Hi." They hugged and sat down. "What's up?"

"Not much." "I invited somebody else to."

"Who?"

"Hi AJ." AJ looked up.

"John hey." She stood up. They hugged. "How are you?"

"Good."

"Great." They both sat down.

"AJ the reason were both here is because we're worried about you." Kaitlyn said.

"Worried about what?"

"AJ we know your taking something." John said.

"I don't do drugs."

"AJ it's me." "You can tell me."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Take a drug test then."

"I don't have to prove a thing to you two."

"You need help."

"I'm fine." "I'm just not ready to deal with certain things."

"Is that why you're using whatever you're using?"

"I'm not using anything!" She snapped.

"Kaitlyn and I think you should check into rehab."

"For what?"

"Your problem."

"For the last time I have no problem." "I'm outta here."

"AJ please." Kaitlyn said. AJ went out the door.

"Give me a few minutes." John said looking at Kaitlyn. He went out the door. AJ was walking to her car. "AJ please, we wanna help you."

"Go to hell."

"AJ don't do this to yourself." "You had a great career going for you." "Don't throw it all away."

"I don't care about that I just want- Well I don't have to say it."

"I want him to." "Turn around and talk to me." He grabbed her and turned her around. She dropped her purse. The prescription bottle fell out. John quick bent down and picked them up. "Vicodin." "These are what you're taking?"

"Give me those." She reached for them. John held them out of her reach.

"No wonder you're so wasted."

"It's none of your damn business." "You have no business in my life whatsoever anymore."

"Stop doing this to yourself please." "I care about you AJ." "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah as long as Nikki's not around you care about me."

"This isn't about Nikki." "This is about us." "I don't want anything to happened to you." "We care about each other we both know that."

"Whatever John." "I'm sick of playing your games."

"Baby." He went to touch her.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled pulled away. "Give me my pills."

"No."

"Fine." She got in her car and sped away.

Later that night AJ's mother went to AJ's house to check on her. The front door was slightly opened. She went in.

"April?" She said. "April it's mom." AJ wasn't downstairs. AJ's mom went upstairs. "April?" She went into the baby's room. AJ was unconscious on the floor. An empty Vicodin bottle was next to her "Oh my god April." She bent down to check AJ's pulse. It was very weak. She called 911 and AJ was rushed to the hospital.