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Chapter 15 : The boys are back in town.

“Fucking Hell, Faith!”

“You got what you damn well deserve Matthew! Drop the shit and Leave me be! Salt in a wound brother.”

I walked off, past Jeff and the fallen Matt, Dad and Jillian. I headed straight up to my room, leaving my very stunned family outside.

For those of you just joining us, Matt and I are semi-fighting. Well, maybe not anymore, or maybe worse now. I think I just broke his nose. Oh well.

What! I couldn’t help it. He made one comment too many. Hey, Dad warned him. Told him to knock it off. He said and I quote, “Well maybe you should just go back to Shane.” That had done it. I kinda felt detached from my body as did it but I stood and laid him one square in the face. I know why he made the comment. Shane was in town. Big fucking deal. Shane and I are friends, nothing but. Yes, I slept with him, once. Pretty much common knowledge. I told Glenn when we started sleeping together. What is the big deal about it? Fuck it.

I sat down in front of my computer and stared at the screen. On the web browser was, of course, WWE.com. Hey, it’s the only way I can see him any more. It’s not stalking, so there. Hell, here in January, I gotta go back, thanks to my contract, and I plan on keeping up with the storylines. And If those storylines happen to involve him, then…

I know I’m a sneaky wench.

I turned from my PC to see who was knocking at the door. “Who be ye?”

“Jeff. Shane too.”

I opened the door and let them in. “Hey Shane, Jeff.”

They both walked in, Shane sitting on the bed, Jeff on the chair in the corner. Shane looked to be in distress, like he was worried beyond anything about something.

“What’s your problem?”

He looked over at me, to Jeff then back at me. He finally gave a heavy sigh and looked me in the eye. “I gotta know Faith. I’ve watching this whole thing from the sidelines. I gotta know.”

I sat down backwards in my computer chair and shook my head inwardly. “Irvine?” I said, trying to figure how Shane could think that I would even in a million years.

“Yeah. I know in my heart you didn’t. You know me. I’m hard-headed, I gotta hear you say it.” He took my hand and looked at me intently, waiting.

“Shane. How long have you known me? Since I was twelve? Do you really believe I would do that? You know better than anyone how I feel about Glenn. You and Jeff both know. I have never and WILL never sleep with Christopher Irvine.”

Shane smiled at me, holding my hand and smirking. “Ok. I believe you Faith. Now how do we get your boyfriend back to ya?” He stood and walked over to my row of pictures, picking up the one of Glenn and I in the bus.

I turned and looked away from them. I didn’t know how to get him back. I shrugged, hoping maybe one of them would help me figure it out. Shane blew a bit of dust off the pictures and turned back to me.

“Your computer wants to update.”

I turned to look at the computer. One of my software programs had an update, and wanted me to give the command to send the program. I hit the button without thinking and turned quickly to Shane and Jeff. A second later it dawned on me. I smiled with the dawning realization on my face.

“Adobe PhotoShop.”

Shane looked at me, as did Jeff, puzzled as to why I would mention a computer program at a time like this.

“What about PhotoShop?” Shane looked over my shoulder at the updating program. I took the picture from his hand and put it next to the computer, smiling.

“I’d bet anything Jericho, or someone he knows, is familiar with Adobe PhotoShop or some type of some art program.” I moved to turn around and look at Jeff, who looked entirely confused.

“Wanna Explain?”

I pulled up one of the many Jeff Hardy fan sites on the net, looking for fan art. “Remember when I showed you all that fan art people were making? You kept saying you saw the lines from the added images and bad blurring jobs?” I pointed to some good examples, then a few bad ones.

He nodded, still looking confused. “So? What about it?”

“Jeff, We are going to get a copy of those pictures when we go back at the Royal Rumble. I am hoping, no, betting even you will be able to see the lines. I remember them being patchy, like a puzzle being put together. It was like bad fan art.”

Shane put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me, his brow furrowed. “That would explain the tat.”

“What Tat?” Jeff said, again lost in the conversation.

“The person in the picture sports a tat. You can see it pretty clearly. Chinese Characters that match Glenn’s. ‘Faith, hope and pride’. When I saw the pictures it had the characters on the back.”

I looked up at Shane, thinking a bit. “You said it was ‘faith, hope and pride’? It was completely clear? Are you sure?”

He nodded, saying Glenn had thrown them in his face soon after the whole incident and he had a good look at them. A friend of his has ink that has pride on it, so he would recognize the art. He continued looking at me as I laughed, knowing now it had to be photo manipulations.

“My Tattoo is not ‘faith, hope, pride’. Glenn’s is, yes, but not mine.”

Jeff looked even more confused now. Poor guy’s head will explode the way he looks. “But, your tats match. You said they match!”

I shook my head, turning around to look up at Shane and my brother. “I said our tats were similar not matched. Mine is faith, hope, and VIRTUE, not pride. Jericho has seen Glenn’s, assumed they completely matched and added it in. Look.” I raised my shirt in the back, showing the different marking than the ones supposedly in the pictures. “I got that mark right after I entered the WWE. The only one’s who have seen it and know definitely what it says would be Mark and Glenn, and well now you two….”

Shane looked closely at the third one, matching it to what he had seen in the pictures, the look on his face showing he was trying to remember. “It’s different, and in the wrong spot. We’ll have to see the pictures to be sure. Glenn’s gonna kick himself when we show him.”

“If we can. I have at least one friend of Glenn’s that he’s close to that knows I wouldn’t do it. I’ll talk to him when we get back. He’ll help, I know he will. Right now lets keep this under our hats, no one is to know. Not even Jess, Amy, Matt or anyone. We have just pretty much proven I’m being set up by Jericho, and I bet you anything my ‘best girl-friend’ Steph is in on it. After what she did to my arm, this would be icing on the cake. I need to get hard evidence. I want to get everything I need together before I confront Glenn, Jericho and Steph, if she is involved. I need those pictures first. I won’t be able to do anything until the Rumble, I won’t be cleared to work until then. Garea said I’m to have no contact with Glenn when I come back, unless he’s settled down, supposedly for my own protection. It will be better, so he won’t flip out. I get to run around with Jeff and Matt for a while. Hopefully, I wont get caught being a little thief either. This will require the theft of those pictures. The Rumble isn’t for nearly two months, we have that long to figure out how to do it…”

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I was in the corral a few days later, grooming the burrs out of Gypsy’s mane, when he came in. He held a few apple treats for her, holding them out so she wouldn’t nip at his fingers. I looked at him coldly. He looked to me, determined to say something. Nothing came from his mouth so I spoke up, lifting the tension, continuing to groom my horse.

“What do you want Matt?”

My brother looked over at me as he tempted the mare with the apple-flavored horse treats. He put his hand on the horse’s muzzle, scratching her lightly under the chin. He looked at me, then looked back at the horse.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

I pulled a few burrs out of the tangled mane, throwing them in a bucket to get rid of. I looked over to him, wondering what was up his sleeve. “Last time we ‘talked’ I remember you berating the man I love more than my own life.”

He dropped his head, ashamed. “Faith, I…”

“And the time before that I walked away with a damn big bruise over half my face. Tell me, Matthew. Should I go get Jeff to make sure I live through this one?”

He scratched Gypsy behind her ears, the mare leaning into it. “I deserve that. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Can you just hear me out?”

I looked at him sideways, not expecting that. “You’re apologizing? What Dad making you keep the peace?”

He shook his head. “No. I just…Look.” He stood next to me as I finished the job on Gypsy’s mane. “I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve put you through. You do deserve your own life, to live it as you see fit. I just don’t want you to make the mistakes Jeff and I have made.”

I looked at him warily, picking up my grooming bucket and heading inside the barn. I motioned for him to follow, he was only behind me a few steps as I entered and pointed for him to sit down on the bench by the door. I put the bucket on its shelf and turned to face him, arms crossed in front of me.

“Ok. You want to talk, so talk. Let’s get this over with. I’m sick of fighting with you. We’re supposed to be family Matt.”

He nodded in agreement, looking down at his clasped hands. “I don’t want to fight anymore either Faith.”

“May I ask what brought on this sudden burst of apologetics?”

“Jeff made me see the light.”

Good old Rainbow-head strikes again.

“And how did this come about? Were you plotting how you could further put a rift between Glenn and I? Or did Jeff actually beat into you head that I’m of legal age and have a brain to do as I wish with some sense?”

“We had a talk, the other day, after Shane left. I know he wasn’t supposed to tell me about what you’re going to do, but I forced him to tell me. I want to help you.”

Note to self, give Jeff hell. I looked over at him, slightly wary of the situation. Still, I’m a trusting individual, especially when it comes to my family. Should I or shouldn’t I…

“Ok Matt. I’ll bite. Do you want to help really, or are you in on it with them? You know I can tell when you’re lying so spill it.”

He looked me dead in the eye, standing to make his point. “I swear, on our mother’s grave. I am not in on it and I want to help fix everything between you and Glenn. Amy was right, you two make a decent couple, even though I didn’t think anyone would be good enough. You really love him that much?”

“More than anyone could ever imagine. He’s it for me.”

He smiled, putting his arm around me in a brotherly way, walking me out of the barn. “Ok then Kid, Lets get that goofball back to ya and get at Steph and Jericho in the process. No one tarnishes my kid sister’s honor and gets away with it. It’s family, now it’s personal. You do realize he’s almost fourteen years older than you right?” He smiled, letting me know he was saying the last part in jest.

I smirked up at him, and sticking my tongue out. I started dancing away from him and singing an old Aaliyah song as we headed up to the house.

Age ain't nothing but a number,
throwing down ain't nothing but a thang,
This something I have for you it'll never change
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