How Everything Changed (Book 4)

Chapter 63

*Monday morning; Jeff*

I was finally feeling better, and to be honest, I was glad. It didn't feel right seeing the inside of my body on the outside. I'd still have a little cough here and there, but it wasn't really anything serious. I decided to sleep in for a little bit and let Morgan do her own thing. Once I woke up, I saw Morgan at the mirror twirling her hair around her fingers. She looked good with short hair like that. Guess she just wasn't used to it, is all.

I sat up, and rubbed my eyes as she looked back at me. "What are you doing?" I asked her, yawning. Dammit, was I still tired?

"Nothing really," Morgan said. She then pointed to her hair as she said, "I just noticed how bad I messed my hair up the other night?"

I got up out of bed, and I noticed a little smirk from Morgan at what I was wearing. I guess she didn't expect to see a grown man in SpongeBob PJ bottoms. Yea, that's how you know I have a kid. I examined Morgan's hair, running her soft brunette locks (what was left of them) through my hands. "Okay," I said after a few minutes. Morgan looked up to me. "I can fix this."

Morgan returned the guesture with a confused look. "What? Are you saying that you want to cut my hair?" she asked me. In all honesty, I didn't really know how to cut hair. Ehh, I could try I suppose.

"Yes," I said, grabbing the nearest chair and sat it down in front of Morgan. "Now park it."

Morgan gave an amused look before sitting down in the chair. Grabbing the sicsors from my bag and Morgan's brush off of the nightstand, I proceeded to cut off the uneven and scraggily parts of her hair. After about 30-45 minutes, I was done and I let her see what was left of her hair. While she did that, I went downstairs (making sure to throw a shirt on incase any creepers were staring at my hot body), and grabbed the broom from the downstairs hall closet. We then cleaned up the hair that was left behind on the floor. Wasn't that much really, and had it had to be a lot more than however much came off of her head.

"Thank you Jeff," Morgan said hugging and kissing me after the mess was cleaned up. I smiled back at her, the question of why it was even cut in the first place still lingering on my mind.

"You're welcome," I said placing my hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Now, can you tell me why you had to cut your hair with a pocket knife? Because Matt told me you did, but he wouldn't go into detail." Morgan looked shocked that Matt actually told me, and to be honest, she looked a little bit scared. To calm her down, I rubbed her shoulder lightly.

"Well..." she trailed off, looking off to the side. She then finally looked up at me. "I had to cut it because of Ethan. He had ahold of my hair and just wouldn't let go. I couldn't handle the pain of him pulling at my hair, so I chopped it off."

My blood started to boil at what she told me. "Why the hell did he even have his hands on you?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous sounding.

"I dunno," she said, shrugging. "It's Ethan Carter, the guy practically does whatever the hell he wants to do."

"Well, where was Matt during all of this?" I said, my blood boiling a little more due to Matt. "See, he didn't tell me about this. Dammit!" I then looked at the ground, so Morgan didn't see the pissed off look on my face.

"Don't get mad at Matt," Morgan told me softly. "He really tried to help me out. Wait, how did you kn--" she started, but then shook her head. "Never mind you were asleep, but anyway, Matt had to help me into the room because of Ethan."

"Why?" I asked, feeling like I already didn't know the answer. "What did he do?"

"Okay," Morgan said sighing and sitting down on the end of the bed. "So, you know how I've limped for a few days right? Well that's Ethan's fault because he had slapped my thigh so had that it had actually left a bruise."

I got pissed off again, this time at Matt. Morgan went to say something else, but I pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back and I kissed her on the forehead as I pushed few strands of loose hair out of her face.

"I'm fine now, okay?" Morgan said, rubbing my arm as she laid her head in my chest. "So I don't want you worrying about it." She looked up at me, and I went to say something, but there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Matt, and anger set over me once again.

"Hey, bro, whats up?" Matt said as he came in. I shut the door and faced him, clearly pissed off.

"'What's up?' Matt, Morgan just told me that Ethan had his filthy hands on her!" I said calmly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because, Jeff," Matt said. "I handled it, and what would you have done in that situation? Certainly you wouldn't have done anything different."

"Doesn't matter, Matt! I'm glad you got her back safe, but one of you should have told me about it!" I said a little louder.

"And let you hurt yourself more, and possibly costing us everything that we worked for?!"

"If it means that Morgan is safe, those titles, or any titles don't mater to me! Morgan's life is way more precious than some title that we're only gonna have for a few months. I know you cant comprehend that, though, since you're ALL about them!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I took a MONTH off to be with my wife when Maxel was born. You know that!"

"Yea," I said. "And when he was born what did you do?"

"I went back to work! I couldn't just pull out of the live show, nor Slammiversary, Jeff! You know that!" Matt yelled. "Wait, what does this have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with this," I said. "You can't put your big ass ego aside long enough to be around the ones who love you, or even tell ME when Ethan has his FILTHY HANDS ON MORGAN!"

"For God's sake, what are y'all fighting about now?" I heard Morgan say as Matt and I started yelling at each other, and, to another person, it would sound like unintelligible yelling. But really Matt was yelling me for the umpteenth time about how I was a dumbass for injuring myself, and I was retorting to Matt about how he had a giant ass ego and, at times, he could be only about himself. I didn't see who was trying to get in between Matt and I, but after me and Matt pushed them down, I for damn sure figured it out quickly.

Morgan picked herself up and stared at us. To be honest, I wasn't thinking. I don't know about Matt, but I for damn sure wasn't thinking when I pushed her. My heart dropped in my chest as she walked out of the room, taking her phone with her, and slammed the door. I turned back to Matt before glaring at her.

"Great! Now she left!" I shouted at him.

"Jeff, I'm sorry, I didn't see who I pushed!" I didn't want to hear it and pointed at the door, signifying for him to leave. After he left, I went into the bathroom to calm down. Great, there goes my plans for the morning as well as my appetite.

*Velvet*

I groaned and hit what I thought was the alarm clock, but was actually my cellphone. I completely forgot that I had thrown it in the drawer when I couldn't get the damn thing to shut off. My phone kept ringing and I got up and wiped the drool off my face before answering Morgan Hardy's call.

"Hey Morgan," I said, fighting back the urge to yawn at the moment. "Whats up?"

"Vel...I need you to come get me," she said on the other end. Oh boy, what did Jeff do now?

"Yea, sure," I said, a yawn escaping me. "Just let me get dressed and look somewhat presentable." After I hung up the phone, Madison woke up.

"Whats going on, Vel?" she said sleepily and sat up a little bit.

"I gotta go get Morgan. No doubt Jeff is behind this one," I said getting up and grabbing a few clothes before going into the bathroom.