Title: Fallen Angel
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 11
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Jaylynn sat in the back, watching a monitor.
Kali and Blayze were wrestling Sinful and Victoria in the ring. The creative
team had come up with the excuse that Angel, Lita, and Trish were all off at
some Vacation Resort, celebrating the stunning double-cross from Sunday.
The writers were predicting that Jaylynn would
be able to do things on camera by Monday night so until then, the storyline
had sinful going on a rampage to vent her frustrations.
Jaylynn felt someone sit down next to her and
turned to see Jeff watching her closely. Jaylynn choose to ignore him, and
went back to watching the match. The moment it was over she could still feel
Jeff's eyes on her. "yes?" She asked, wishing that he'd stop staring at her
because it was beginning to creep her out.
"Do you want to talk?" Jeff asked. "About
anything in particular or just wing it?" Jaylynn asked, refusing to look away
from the monitor which was showing a commercial for the new X-box game.
"Well, I was hoping that we could talk about
what has been bothering you." Jeff said. "Uh, besides that fact that I'm
bruised and broken?" Jaylynn asked.
"Jaylynn, you may be bruised, but you are not
broken. If you were broken then you wouldn't be at the show tonight. You
wouldn't be so determined to show everyone how strong you are. You'd be laying
in a crumpled heap in a hospital bed." Jeff told her. "What if, on the inside,
I am laying in a crumpled heap?" Jaylynn asked quietly.
"Then you let your friends pick you up." Jeff
said, gently touching her arm. Jaylynn jerked it away and her chin tilted up
again. "I don't need anyone babying me. Pretending that I can't do anything.
I'm a big girl Jeff. I can stand on my own feet. I don't need anyone to
protect me." Jaylynn told him flatly.
"What? Do you have multiple personalities or
something?" Jeff asked. When Jaylynn simply raised an eyebrow at him, he
continued. "One minute you are saying how broken you are and the next you are
spouting off about the cruelty of those who care about you. You claim that you
are a big girl, well, maybe you should start acting like it." Jeff told her.
He stood up and left her to watch him walk off.
Jaylynn felt tears welling up in her eyes. He was right. There was something
wrong with her. Something horribly wrong. Her emotions were slamming from one
extreme to the other at a crazy pace.
Sometimes she was so mad at the entire world
that she couldn't stand to see any of them. Other times she just wanted
someone to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. Now she
wondered if anything would ever be okay again.