Title: Don't Take That Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 21
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). Charity and Mags also own themselves and if you try to take them
you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff
sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. 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: Jami needs help to recover, but will she get it?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been
suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
As soon as Matt left Jami's hospital room he immediently headed to the waiting
room to find Jeff and talk to him. Jeff watched him enter the waiting room and
was immediently on his feet to meet Matt in the middle of the room.
"you saw her, didn't you?" Jeff asked. Matt nodded. "What did she
say?" jeff demanded. Matt hesitantly told him. "So she knows she's
fucked up in the head, yet she says that is who she is?" Jeff asked.
"No...she said she knew she was messed up, but that's who she is. She's not
fucked up." Matt told him.
"What the hell? Are you on her side now too?" Jeff asked. "Jeff,
this isn't about sides! Jami loves you. And I know somewhere beneath all that
anger you love her too. She's a scared little girl Jeff. She thought in her own
mind that she was protecting you. She sees you as near perfect and that she
can't live up to what she should be. Why can't you try and understand her?"
Matt pleaded.
"Understanding? What the hell? Matt, I have played the understanding
husband through this whole relationship and what happens? She messes her life up
even more! She can be the understanding one this time!" Jeff shouted.
Undertaker was immediently trying to pull Jeff back from Matt. Jeff quickly
shrugged him off. "Get the hell off of me! Fuck this, I'm outta here."
Jeff said, stalking out of the room.
***
Matt slouched down in a waiting room chair, sighing discouragingly. Lita went
and sat next to Matt. She put a hand on his knee.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Matt
muttered, closing his eyes. "While you were visiting Jami...Tasha and Edge
made up." Lita told him. "How did Edge managed to get Tasha to listen
to him?" Matt asked, looking at Lita. "He spoke from his heart."
Lita told him.
Matt sat up more and turned to look at Lita. He took the hand that was on his
knee and held it. "What do you want to hear?" he asked lita. "I
want to hear the truth." Lita told him, gently squeezing his hand.
"Lita, I love you. I'm not the best with words. But I know that my love for
you runs all the way through my body. I can't even believe there is blood
running through my veins anymore but rather just pure love for you. Ever since
we have been seperated I've felt like a huge part of me is missing, and I know
that part is you. I love you Lita." Matt told her.
A few tears slid down Lita's face. "That's what I've been waiting to hear.
I love you too, Matt." Lita smiled at him through her tears. "so now
what?" Matt asked her, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "Well, I
think we had better agree to reconcile and kiss and make up before Stone Cold
comes back over here and bashes our heads together like he did with Tasha and
Edge." Lita smiled before leaning in to kiss him.
***
Jeff stomped around outside before he noticed a recognizeable figure near one of
the windows. Jami was curled up in a chair, tears obviously running down her
face. There was a tray of food in front of her. He could see that the only food
on the tray was a small bowl of soup, a jello cup and a glass of water. He
watched as Jami took a few small spoonfuls of the soup before wrinkling her nose
in disgust. Then she picked up the jello cup, taking a deep breath before taking
a spoonful of the wiggly food.
Jeff watched as she downed the whole cup of Jello within a few minutes, her face
twisted in disgust the entire time. Jeff decided that now was his chance to talk
to Jami.
He knocked on her window. Jami looked up and suprised. She opened the window and
let him in.
"Jeff...what..." jami stammered. "We need to talk. I need to know
why." Jeff told her. "The truth, I felt ugly, unattractive, fat and
out of control, but this way I was in control." Jami replied, deciding to
just be completely honest with him.
"Jami, what the hell made you feel fat or unattractive?" Jeff asked.
"The internet fans talking about how I had gained weight. How I wasn't one
of the best looking Diva's. That I wasn't attractive enough. Then everyone
thought I was pregnant. When you aren't pregnant and people tell you that they
think you are, you think you look pregnant. That I look fat." Jami told
him.
"You are so fucking insane." Jeff told her. Jami stared at him in
shock for a moment before replying, "Thank you for shopping, please
leave." Jami said, knwoing she couldn't stand there and listen to him tell
her how much he hates her. She turned her back on him, tears falling at a faster
pace now.
"Jami, you are just messing with us all, and you need to knock it the hell
off." Jeff told her. "Jeff, what do you want from me?" Jami
cried.
"A seperation...we are over." Jeff said before leaving the room to let
it sink it. Jami immediently curled up on the bed and began to sob.
Chapter 22
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