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He will always be mine. Punk couldn't get the message out of his mind. Matt had thrown everyone out with the exception of Amy, Jay, Adam and even Hunter. Colt was sitting beside Punk on the couch and had tried to soothe his bouncing knee but to no avail. No one had really said anything about it just silently whispered between each other. The silence was becoming too much to bear and finally Punk lost it.
"Does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?!" Matt looked at him then Amy and after receiving a nod from her he turned back to Punk.
"I'm not really sure what's going on. We think it's a… message obviously. A message to well, you…sort of." He wasn't really sure what he was being told. Why would anyone want to send a message like that to him? The better question would be who would want to send this message to him?
"Okay so who sent the fucking message?" Amy was the one who answered his question but not without some hesitation.
"We believe it's his ex… Mark… Mark Calaway." Wait a minute, Phil knew that name. Shit where had he heard it before? Searching his mind, his eyes widened as it came to him.
"Wait wait wait, are you guys suggesting that the fucking Undertaker took Jeff?!" He yelled. Rage overtaking him.
"What does he want from him?" Nobody answered him, which only made him angrier.
"What the hell does he want?!" Hunter sighed, his voice the first to break the silence.
"He and the kid had a relationship of sorts and I use that term very lightly. At first Jeff was happy with Mark but we could see him slowly decline. We all tried to help him but he kept making excuses. Mark got it into his head that he deserved everything he got. All the beatings and shit. We all tried to help him but he didn't want it. Eventually though he realized that's not how a normal relationship goes and got away and when I say got away I mean just that. That's why we try to limit his matches with Taker. He has one coming up with him for the Undisputed Championship and we've been trying to keep an eye on him to make sure Mark doesn't try anything. I never thought that bastard would take him from his home!" Punk didn't know what to think of all of that. If he would have just stayed with Jeff, if he would have declined the offer to go to this stupid party. Pinching the bridge of his nose he went to sit back down on Matt's couch.
"So any idea where he might be? Where he might have Jeff?" His voice was an angry calm. He looked up at the people around him, his eyes darker than their usual olive green when each of them shook their head. How could that be possible? How could he just vanish into thin air?! Taking a deep, and what he would hope to be calming, breath Punk stood up again.
"How do you get ahold of him if you need to?" There had to be something he could do. Jeff needed him.
"We don't really. He comes for shows, does his job leaves with the next weeks script and it starts all over again. The only person to ever get close to him is Jeff." Matt's confession didn't make Punk any less agitated. Cursing to himself, Phil ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He had to figure something out and fast. Who knew what the crazy fuck would do to him. This was getting all too annoying.
"I can follow him after a show. See where he goes, he has to have Jeff with him right? He wouldn't want to leave him alone where he could run off. That would just be counterproductive." This was the only solution he could think of. Hunter shrugged and said he'd talk to Vince about it. Maybe see if they could also get some security to follow Punk.
"No. He would notice if too many people were following him around. I have to do this myself." Punk saw Matt shake his head.
"Not by yourself, I'll help. I'll do whatever you need me to do." Matt said it but everyone else agreed, even Colt.
"Alright. I guess we better start forming a plan then." Hunter stated while taking off his leather jacket. This was going to be a long night.
When Jeff started to come to, his head was pounding. It was like he was recovering from a hangover, no it was worse than that. It reminded him of going through withdrawals. Sighing he tried to sit up, try being the key word. He couldn't even move his arms and legs. Instantly the events from last night, or hell it could have been earlier since he didn't know the time, came back to him. Phil and Colt had just left and he was just about to fall asleep when he heard a noise coming from the living room. He thought that maybe it was Punk coming back for something but when he trudged out of the bedroom he ran into a person from his nightmares. Jeff tried to fight him off but with the pain killer in his system he was no match. A fist came flying at his head before he could think and here he was.
"No no no no. Not again." Jeff muttered to himself feeling the tears starting to well up in his eyes. A deep laugh startled him and his breathing started to hitch. Please let this just be a bad dream.
"I never thought you'd be left alone. Your brother has had you under his watchful eye since you ran from me and if you weren't with him you were whoring around with that bitch! You didn't waste any time with him did you? Did you whore?!" A hand came across his face leaving his cheek stinging and the tears he was trying to hold in fall down his face.
"It didn't have to be this way, Jeffrey. All you had to do was obey, I gave you everything!" Mark was in his face now, his rage making his blue eyes darken like an ocean storm. He'd seen that look before, every time he was being 'punished'.
"Don't worry though, you're going to get what you deserve." He can't live through this, not again. He tried to wriggle free from the confines holding him to the bed but got nowhere. For fuck's sake couldn't he just get a break? He felt a hand crawl up his leg, to his hips, then his stomach, chest and stopping at his neck. He hadn't realized he was naked until this moment.
"Open your eyes, Jeffrey." Mark ordered and as much as he didn't want to he knew things would only be worse for him if he didn't. Slowly his green eyes opened and he instantly wished he hadn't. If he kept his eyes closed he could still pretend none of this was happening. Could still pretend that it's just a bad dream. When the 'Dead Man' leaned down in what he assumed was to kiss him, Jeff turned his head so he only got his cheek. He heard a deep growl before the hand on his neck tightened and moved his head forcefully, Mark's tongue shoving itself down his throat. He couldn't let this happen. He was Punk's now and if he let this happen without trying to do anything about it, it would be as bad as cheating. Gathering up the courage Jeff bit the tongue that was still in his mouth apparently hard enough to draw blood because he tasted metal. Mark pulled back as fast as he could, glaring at the younger male another menacing growl escaping his lips.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't done that." The tone of his voice made Jeff believe him. His hand left Jeff's throat and went to his pants, undoing the button and zipper. Oh no, he knew what was coming up next. No he had to think of something else and fast. Putting his head back he hit something hard. And that's when it came to him. Mark likes some fucked up stuff but he would never have sex with someone if they weren't conscious. Jeff started to repeatedly hit his head on the head board trying to knock himself out. Almost instantly though Mark's hand grabbed his hair and stopped him.
"Uhuhuh you're not getting out of this that easily." He kneeled on the bed and pulled Jeff's face towards his dick that was now out in the open, apparently while Jeff was beating the ever loving hell out of himself Mark had lost his clothing.
"Suck or it's going to be much worse for you." Jeff tried his hardest to avoid the inevitable. He refused to open his mouth but Mark had planned for that as well. He held Jeff's nose closed until he was forced to breathe through his mouth and then he shoved his member into the younger male's mouth. Even though he knew he shouldn't, Jeff kept fighting it which actually allowed him to get his right wrist loose. Thankfully his captor hadn't noticed. He brought his teeth together, biting the intruder in his mouth eliciting a loud curse came from the man known as the Undertaker as he instantly pulled away, glaring at Jeff.
"I thought you were the smart one. Apparently you want to play rough." Mark left the room, still oblivious that Jeff had partially freed himself. As quickly as possible Jeff untied his left arm along with his feet. Hearing Mark mumbling something to himself, Jeff laid the ropes back over his ankles to make it look like he was still tied down then he grabbed the ropes for his arms and gripped them in his hand, hoping it looked realistic or that he didn't notice. The bedroom door opened and Taker stood there smirking at god knows what.
"You know, I keep asking myself what went wrong? I'm starting to think that this was all just a game. A clever ploy by you to test how much I actually care about you. The other man, who is he to you?" So Mark didn't really know about Phil? Seeing an opportunity, Jeff played along.
"He was no one, baby. You're right, it was all just a test. You were starting to get so distant that I thought maybe you just didn't care anymore. So I got Matt to play along too." Of course Mark would be too… wrapped up in his fantasy world to hear the fear still in Jeff's voice. The older man let out a sigh of what sounded like relief.
"I wasn't pulling away. It's just that you had started to disobey more and more. I thought that maybe if I backed off then you would come to your senses but that didn't work so I just gave you what you were asking for. You understand, right?" Jeff didn't understand actually. Why would you beat someone you claimed to love? He nodded though still going along with this insanity.
"I do. Look can't we just forget about everything?" Jeff tried to smile and Mark nodded. The plan had worked. His 'lover' walked over to the bed and hovered over him. It took everything Jeff had to not pull away when he bent down to kiss him. All of a sudden Jeff's knee came up and plowed into Mark's genitals. The bigger man fell back holding himself and Jeff took this time to try and run away. Try being the operative word. Mark recovered faster than Jeff thought he would and as the younger Hardy fumbled his way to the door Mark grabbed his leg making him trip. It didn't take long for the older male to pin Jeff down and hit him. Ands he didn't stop hitting until blood spewed from Jeff's nose and mouth. Jeff's vision blurred and a few times he had even blacked out for a few blissful seconds. He didn't even know how he got back on the bed. All of a sudden he felt pure agony, pain even worse than he received from the beating. Then he heard Mark's gravelly voice in his ear.
"I told you it would only be worse for you.." He continued his violent thrusts into Jeff's unprepared hole and the only thing Jeff could do was cry. He wanted to fight back, he did but he just didn't have any strength left in him. Mark had beat it all out. Something had started trickling down Jeff's thigh and instantly he knew it was blood.
"Don't you fucking bleed all over my sheets slut!" Another slap to the face, which technically contradicted Mark's statement because the blood still dripping from Jeff's face only flowed more freely from the slap he received. This had to be over soon.
It had been three weeks since anyone had seen or heard from Jeff. Three long weeks since Punk had received that fucking message. The plan was as follows. Punk would be allowed in the back, posing as a part of the security detail and when Taker showed up he'd keep track of him, what he did, who he talked to and maybe try to figure out where he was going after the show. Then, if he learned something, mainly where Jeff was, he would call Hunter and he would somehow deter his departure allowing Punk and Matt to go to Jeff's rescue. Of course in order for that plan to work the Undertaker actually had to show up to work, instead he called Vince and pulled some vacation days out of his ass. Vince only allowed it because he said he had to keep up appearances like everything was normal. Mark was supposed to be back tonight though. He had a filler match against Chris Jericho and even though it wasn't an important match, Triple H assured that Mark would never miss an opportunity to beat the living hell out of Jericho. Apparently he hated the kid. Colt had a very important role in tonight as well. He was assigned to be Mark's driver. He would pick him up from the airport and bring him to the Prudential arena in Newark. Apparently though Mark had decided to buy a bus as Colt was now explaining to him."Now think Punk, why would he randomly buy a bus?" Colt had a point. No one just randomly bought a bus. Unless they didn't want to drag a kidnapped person through the airport and into a hotel.
"He's making Jeff travel with him. But that doesn't make any sense. It's be too easy for Jeff to just get away again and Mark obviously went through this much trouble to get him back, so why would he risk that?" Punk questioned. There was no way it was just going to be that easy.
"Who cares, man?! Maybe he's not really thinking clearly. He's obviously psychotic if he's willing to kidnap a man." Scott did have a point there. Biting his lip and repeatedly puffing out his cheeks he tried to think of what he could do. With Mark buying a bus and all, it kind of fucked up their plan. While he was thinking though the bus of the man they were plotting against, pulled into the arena and since Punk was still technically supposed to pretend to be part of the security detail that meant he had to escort Mark into the arena. Which wouldn't exactly give him time to check the bus. Unless he just bailed on his 'job'. Good thing about pretend shit was that there was no chance of actually getting fired. Just as the bus stopped, Punk made his way to the male talent area to find Hunter before Taker came in and could over hear them. He found H standing in the back of the room talking to his on screen and off screen friend Shawn. Phil waited until Hunter looked in his direction then jerked his head towards the door. When H looked like he was walking towards the door, Punk did the same standing outside waiting.
"What's up, kid?" Hunter's voice came from behind him and as Punk turned around he noticed the worried look in Hunter's eyes.
"So Colt just came and told me that Mark has a bus." Confusion quickly replaced the worry in Hunter.
"What? No, he can't just have a bus. Vince would have said something if he had authorized him to have one." Whatever else he was saying, Punk couldn't make out since it was really just a mumble. But he assumed that this really wasn't a planned thing.
"Well I don't know what to tell you but he does. I just saw him pull up. You think he has Jeff in there? Colt and I think he got it so he didn't have to drag Jeff through the airport or into a hotel. It's a smarter choice if he wants to keep Jeff with him." Hunter took a slow deep breath and propped himself up against the wall.
"Let me guess, you wanna check it out? What happens if you do find Jeff? You just gonna whisk him out of there and take him where? Don't you think it'll be a little weird to take someone who probably looks like shit and take him to the streets. You don't even have a fucking car." Hunter didn't understand.
"So you're telling me you wouldn't do the exact same thing for Stephanie? Just let me check and if he's in there then I can take your car back to the hotel. Then I can take him home." He was practically pleading with Hunter to let him do this when in truth he would probably just do it anyway. The older man sighed and shook his head, finally giving in.
"Fine, just be careful." He mumbled while going back into the locker room. Punk didn't waste any time. He ran like a mad man back towards the bus, slowing down just before he got there so he didn't draw too much attention to himself. Which was probably a good thing because he almost ran into the Undertaker walking, it would have been a sure thing if he had still been running. The older man practically growled at him before moving on. Well that could have been worse. Taking a deep breath of relief, Phil continued his mission and after Mark was out of his line of vision he opened the, thankfully, unlocked door of the bus.
"Jeff?" He called out but got now answer. Just like that night. He started to make his way to the back when he heard the door to the bus open. Turning around slowly, he sighed when he saw Colt standing there instead of the owner.
"Son of a bitch Colt, you scared the shit out of me." He whispered furiously. His friend shrugged and mumbled sorry before asking if Jeff was here. After finishing the quick search of the bus, Punk sadly shook his head. Mark must have done this as an elaborate ruse. He had probably assumed that Matt had gotten the message and given it to Jeff's 'mysterious lover' and that Matt would obviously know that it was him. This whole thing was probably set up to give Matt false hope. Little did he know it actually gave Punk false hope. He would have to figure out where Jeff was another way.
A/N: I'm sorry it took so long guys. I know you probably hate me but life got in the way. I know TayTay is probably wanting to strangle me right now, but I promise to never make you wait this long again.
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