Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 19
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* And not a single butt cheek of
theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami,
for she is me. Tasha owns herself.Charity owns herself and if you try to take
any of us,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: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: It's the last story...will it all come together, or all fall apart?
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.
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Jami cursed to herself as she wandered down the arena hallways the next night.
Jeff hadn't even showed up the night before. He had left a message in the room
that he was staying with Edge. That's all the message said. That he wasn't
coming back to their room that night. For the love of God, she was his wife, not
his mistress.
Jami marched down the hallway before sailing into the mini-deli that was set up
for the wrestlers that were working that night. Her eyes immediently found the
shock of green hair that classified her husband. The man next to him had wavy
blonde hair, so at least he was with Edge.
For a moment, Jami just stood, not really looking anywhere. She wasn't sure
anymore if she was mad, or hurt, or both. She wanted to throw herself down on
the floor like a child, and throw a tantrum to let everyone know just how
unhappy she was. But she couldn't. Sometimes she hated being an adult.
Jami saw Jeff look up at her as Edge waved her over. Instead Jami turned on her
heel, shooting a glare in their direction, before leaving the room. Moments
later as she stalked down the hall, she felt someone grab her elbow and spin her
around.
Jeff's green eyes gazed down at her in a worried look. "are you okay?" he asked.
Jami yanked her arm out of his grip, "No, I'm not okay!" she hissed. "What's
wrong?" he asked, an innocent look on his face.
For a moment Jami thought of not telling him why she was so upset. That she
didn't want to get into something that could possibly destroy her marriage to
him. But then she realized that she had to do this. She had to tell him. "What's
wrong? What's wrong? Damnit Jeff, we are what's wrong." Jami said a bit to
loudly.
"What do you mean, we are what's wrong?" Jeff asked. A look covered his face,
and Jami couldn't figure out where she had seen that look before. But she knew
he had used it before.
"Jeff have you looked at us lately. God, we are more like strangers than a
married couple. We say 3 words to each other a day, on a good day! You don't
even touch me anymore. And I don't mean sexually, well, I do...but not totally.
For the love of God, you sleep curled up to your side of the bed. It's like you
wish I would just disappear. Is that what you want?" Jami cried out.
She knew she was making a scene, but at that moment, she didn't care. She had to
say this. She had to tell him that she was feeling him leave her physically.
"Jami, please....lower your voice. People are going to think someone is dying."
Jeff said, looking around at where people were sticking their heads out of doors
to listen and see what was going on.
Jami growled in frustration. "Don't you get it? Someone is dying. ME! God, if
you are so worried about people think, then never the fuck mind. I'm going back
to the hotel room. Or Actually, I'll go get my own. Wouldn't want to 'cause some
big SCENE!" Jami huffed, turning and fleeing down the hall.
***
Jeff stood outside of door 145. She had fled to one of those motels where all
the doors were outside, instead of a ritzy hotel where you could just walk down
a hallway of doors. It had been raining most of the afternoon. Jeff knew this
becuase he had been standing in the pouring rain for most of the afternoon.
He wanted to bang on the door til she answered. And when she did he wanted to
gather her up in his arms, pleading with her to trust him. But he couldn't, not
yet.
The door swung open, shocking him as she stepped out with a towel in her arms.
She walked to where he was and ran the towel over his cheeks. It was a useless
move since it was still raining, but the move symbolized to him that she still
cared.
All he could do was wrap his arms around her as they stood out in the pouring
rain, neither speaking. Both feeling like they were breaking.
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