Author: redsandman99 PM
AU. Trish is a runaway who's new to living on the streets. Jeff is a junkie who will do anything to supply his habit. The two find each other and love starts to grow, but they soon learn that love isn't as easy as other people make it sound.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Jeff Hardy & Trish Stratus - Chapters: 18 - Words: 22,952 - Reviews: 129 - Favs: 36 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 06-10-09 - Published: 03-15-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4924844
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Sometimes Trish wondered how life would have turned out if her father hadn't died. Would her parents still be happily married? Would she still be in the popular clique at school, happy and carefree, with the only worry being about boys? Somehow, she suspected the answer was yes. Life had been better when her dad had been alive. But a car jacker had taken him away in the prime of his life, and her life had gone to hell since then. Her mom had remarried just a year later, which was the beginning of the real hell. Stephen was a monster and he terrorized Trish and her mother every chance he could. Tonight was no exception. He had come home to find that the dinner was not exactly to his liking. That had set him off on a violent rampage that still hadn't ended.
"What the fuck are you doing over there?" Stephen yelled. He grabbed Trish by the hair and yanked her up to her feet. "Why are you crying over there like a little baby?"
"Leave me alone!" Trish screamed. She hated him so much that she could hardly stand even looking at him. "Mom!"
He smirked. "Mommy's not going to help you tonight Trish. I made damn sure of that."
Trish cried out in pain as his fist connected with her face. It felt like her jaw had been broken. She was pushed violently to the ground and he began raining kicks down on to her prone body. She covered herself up as much as she could until he walked away. Thinking that was the end of it, she started getting back up to her feet. That was when she saw he was only going to get his belt.
Oh fuck, not this again. She took off running upstairs to her room, even though every step killed her body. There was no way she was going to let him whip her with the belt again. She still had scars from the last time he had done it.
"Get back here you little bitch!" he shouted as she slammed her door shut. He could be heard storming up the stairs after her. "Get back here and take your medicine!"
Crying, she used her desk to barricade the door. But even that wasn't going to be enough in the long run. Even if he gave up for the night, he was still eventually going to make her pay for daring to run from his punishment. Unless I'm not here to punish, she thought to herself. If she left, then he couldn't hurt her anymore. She could finally get a break from him and not have to be scared of getting beat every time he came into the room.
Hurrying as fast as she could, she grabbed a duffel bag out of her closet and started throwing as much stuff as she could it in. She knew she really had nowhere to go. She had no friends or family that could help her. Hell, she didn't even have enough money to even get her own place. Odds were she was going to end up on the street, cold and hungry with no place to go. But that was better than staying here at home.
"Trish! You open that door right now or so help me God I will whip the skin off your back!" Stephen hollered.
Trish put on her jacket, threw her bag over her shoulder and stuffed all of her money in her pocket before climbing out the window. The night was extremely windy it smelled like it was going to rain soon. She ran as fast as she could, still not having any fucking clue where she was going or what she was going to do next. In her mind, as long as she wasn't home, everything else would somehow work out.
Jeff leaned back against the building he was standing near. Tonight was a slow night for customers. He had only made a couple hundred bucks, which was nothing compared to what he usually managed to make on a nightly basis. It sucked because he needed the money really badly tonight. He needed to go to Hunter's and get some smack and then he had to eat something. It had been days since he had last eaten.
"Dude this sucks," Randy complained. He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, smoking a cigarette. "All the fucking regulars are staying in tonight."
Shannon shook his head. "I bet the girls aren't having any trouble. They can get all the clients they want."
"Well we know Ashley's probably getting more customers than you are. She's prettier than you are." Randy threw his cigarette down and stomped on it. "I hope Mickie is making more money than I am because the rent is due and the landlord keeps breathing down my neck. I swear he's just looking for an excuse to evict us." He looked at Jeff. "Why haven't you been saying anything? Is your mouth still sore from that throat fucking Hawkins and Ryder gave you earlier?"
Jeff shook his head. "I just got nothing to say." He ran his hand through his hair. He hated working the streets, having sex with anybody that had money so he could feed his drug habit. But he didn't know what else to do with himself. He had dropped out of high school and he wasn't actually good at anything besides having sex and using drugs. He had tried working at the bar with Matt but that had failed miserably and then he had tried going into weapons dealing with Phil but that fell apart too.
"Dude, why can't we ever have girl customers?" Shannon asked. "We don't protest when Mickie and Ashley service guys. Why can't we have a shot at the opposite sex?"
"Because this city has way too many gigolos as it is," Randy reminded him. "Half the guys in our neighborhood work in that escort service at least part of the time. I man, getting fucked in the ass really sucks but it pays better because we're harder to come by."
Jeff tapped Shannon on the shoulder. "There's one of your regulars. What's his name again?"
"Glenn," Shannon answered. He didn't sound particularly excited. "I think after this one I'm calling it a night."
Almost as soon as Shannon left, a car pulled up in front of Randy and Jeff. Randy went over to the driver and talked to him for a minute before getting into the car. That left Jeff all alone. But he didn't stay that way for long.
"Oh Hardy boy. What are you doing out here all alone Hardy boy?"
Jeff turned around to find Hunter approaching him. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to scrounge up some work."
Hunter grinned. "And how is that working out for you?"
"Not very well, thanks for asking."
Hunter's grin got bigger and he put his arm around Jeff's shoulder. "How about you come back to my place with me? I promise, I'll make it worth your while."
Jeff gulped. He knew Hunter had a bit of a reputation for being sick in the head. Even just getting the drugs from him made Jeff a bit nervous. But he was so desperate for a high right now that he was willing to do about anything. So, against his better judgment, he nodded his head. "Okay. Let's go."