I'm back, and I've done this earlier than I was going to, just because I couldn't wait. I wanted to wait until I had this story totally finished before I uploaded it, but with all the requests I've gotten, I couldn't keep you all waiting for it. But, I'm not going to update it on a daily basis. More like a weekly basis, I want to upload it every Friday just so that I'll give myself plenty of time to get the newest chapter beta-ed (yes this story has been beta-ed) and so that I wont feel rushed. I want to give you all something that you'll enjoy and something that I'll feel proud to give you, not something that feels blah.

I would like to give a big thank you to butterflydance21. She has been an amazing help with this story as well as another that is in the making. Definitely make a point to look at her stories It's All About Control and The Rescue. They are amazing and she does an amazing job with them!

So, again, the next chapter wont be up until next Friday. I know that's a long time to wait, but it gives me time to write what I feel is good enough to give you all. Thank you so much for all of the support from How To Love and I hope you like the sequel just as much, if not more!
-Ellie

"Welcome back to 60 Minutes: The Orton Family Story. I am your host, Steve Kroft, and up next we have an inside look into the families surrounding the Orton's. Now, to protect this young women and her family, we have agreed to keep her off-screen but she has been in full compliance with us when it comes to answering questions about what it is like living around crime."

The camera spun to look at a figure sitting in shadows and then back at Steve Kroft.

"I am under the impression, my dear, that you and Randy Orton were close friends. Do you mind explaining how that happened?" he asked.

"We grew up together, more or less. Our families worked together and helped each other out. Many times, when I wasn't in school, I was spending time in at the Orton house," the women answered from within the shadows.

"And as adults, were you close friends still?"

"Yes sir. Randy actually moved his family closer to my husband's hometown when he found out that I was pregnant. He was always very protective of me and he always looked out for me when he could," she explained.

"So, you're married. Does your husband know about your and Randy's family's past?"

"Yes, my husband knew Randy before he and I even got together," she said, nodding even though no one besides Steve could actually see it.

"I didn't know that. How long were you and your husband together before you got married?" the older man asked causing the women to look at her lap.

"One week."

A gasp was heard around the recording studio as she answered. That wasn't one of the practiced questions but the women had promised to answer anything thrown her way. She knew what she was getting into and had sworn that she was doing it for Randy, for his memory. The things people were saying about him just weren't right. She couldn't let him be remembered in such a terrible light.

"One week? Seven day is all it took for you to know that he was the one?" Steve questioned.

"It was eight days. I was told on a Friday that I was to marry him because my family had done something wrong against my husband's family. I married him on a Saturday. It is what happens, for the most part, when you are born into a family who does not care about their daughters," she told him.

"And you said you have children?"

"Yes, we have three."

"Will your children also have arranged marriages?" he asked.

"No. That is something that I have fought, tooth and nail, on. I will not let my children be used as some kind of pawn the way I was. It is a dangerous game that my husband and his family plays and I don't want my kids to be a part of it," she said vehemently.

"What does your husband have to say about that?"

"I simply brought up the reasons for my fears. I reminded him of all the things I went through with my family as a child and everything they did to me. That seemed to change his tune, for now at least," she sighed.

"You talk a lot about your husband and his family, but do you see your family?"

"No, I am not allowed to see my family. And even if I was, I would choose not to. My family has done many horrible things to me, but what hit the nail on the head for me was when they sent me away to marry my husband. My father does nothing without getting money out of it and just after being taken to my husband's home; I was informed that he had given me away for free when there were many offers on the table for me. Now many would think of me as shallow for saying that, but if you grew up the way I did you would see that I'm not being shallow. My father was all about getting money, any way he could get money he would. But he jumped at the chance to get rid of me, and he did it for free. My own father didn't want me, it messed me up pretty bad," the women admitted.

"Why aren't you allowed to see your family?"

"They thought that by sending me away to get married, I was just causing another distraction to my husband's family. They told me that they wouldn't stop screwing around with their orders and then my husband's family would take it out on me. When I told my husband, he was furious," she shrugged.

"Do you love your husband?" Steve asked.

The women sat there for a minute and Steve was sure that she was going to refuse to answer the question. Personally, he had thought it was a little too intimate for live television, but the producers believed that since she was not showing her face, all was fair in love and war. He couldn't argue with that.

"I don't know how to love, Steve. At one point, I thought I did. But the one man I ever really loved was taken from me and I shut myself down to everyone besides my kids. Randy Orton was the greatest man I've ever met in my entire life. He was an amazing dad, a fantastic husband, and a loving friend. He tried everything he could to make the most out of what he was given. Us, the younger generations, we didn't ask for this lifestyle. We didn't want this lifestyle, we were thrown into it. Randy was pulling himself away, he was distancing himself from all of the illegal things his family did and I was so proud of him for that. But now he's gone and he took a piece of my heart with him that I don't know if I can ever get back."

Xxx

I pushed myself off the bed when John rolled off of me, not even giving him time to reach out for me. I knew that if I did I would be stuck in his bed for as long as he wanted and I didn't want to deal with that. There were other, more important, things I could be doing. Like tending to our children.

"Just hold on one minute, Kendall," he growled, getting out of bed after me.

I continued to walk away, grabbing my shorts and tank top on the way to the door. His arms went around my waist, pulling me to his chest and I fought against him as he picked me up off the floor. When he turned me around in his arms and I saw that look in his eyes, I knew something was wrong. They had this glazed over look in them and I couldn't understand what I'd done this time.

"John, I have to get the kids-"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up," John shouted causing me to flinch in his arms, "I told you to hold on. Now you are going to stay here and listen to what I fucking have to say. Got it?"

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak, but was stopped when I felt the wall hard against my back. John pulled the clothes out of my hands before pulling me away from the wall, just slightly. Then, without any warning, he slammed me back against it, knocking the air from my lungs. Closing my eyes to stop the tears only brought sounds of something ripping and when I opened them back up, he was holding a roll of duct tape in his hands.

"I saw this episode of Dr. Phil a few weeks ago when I was typing up reports. Some psycho women duck taped her kid to a wall. First, she duct taped his sippy cup, and then she duct taped his whole body," John said calmly, "A few hours later I was watching 60 Minutes. Can you guess what I saw?"

"Wait, are you telling me you're going to duct tape the kids to the wall? John, if you go anywhere near my kids with duct tape, I will-"

"You really are stupid aren't you," he laughed, "No, I'm not going to duct tape our kids to a wall. I'm going to duct tape their bitch of a mother to the wall because she can't seem to fucking follow directions."

John's POV

Kendall tried to push away from the wall but I was standing too close to her. Her grey eyes were wide and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Dumb bitch needs to learn her place.

"I didn't do anything," she whispered as I started taping one of her wrists above her head.

"Does a show called 60 Minutes ring a bell, Kendall?" I snapped, roughly yanking the other arm and taping that one too.

"You never said I couldn't do that interview-"

I cut her off by grabbing onto her chin, "I never said you could do it either. When the fuck were you going to tell me that you exposed our family? Do you realize we could have the cops knocking on our door now? You put my family and my business in danger."

"I did ask you, I tried to ask you and you told me that you didn't care what I did. And I did that interview just after the twins were born, John. That was three years ago, I doubt that the police are going to be coming around now," she argued.

I ignored her and got back to taping her to the wall. Her ankles and knees were next and after making sure they were secure, I put more tape on her wrists to ensure she couldn't pull away from the wall. It was a great idea, using duct tape, but I'd never do it to a kid.

"What about the kids?" she whispered.

"What about them?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the duct tape that I was now applying to her waist.

"I need to get them ready. Alanna has school today and-"

"Do you think I'm not capable of taking care of my own kids, Kendall? We will be perfectly fine without you breathing down our necks all day and I'm sure Nova and Noelle will enjoy the fact that you aren't nagging them to clean up their toys and sit on the potty," I told her.

"You can't just leave me here like this, John. I have things that need to get done," she said, her voice rising so that she was almost yelling at me.

"Oh, well I guess you'd better tell me what you need to get done or put it off until tomorrow. Unless you're doing another interview about 'life on the inside'," I said patting her cheek before walking out of the room.

She started screaming when I got to the door so I turned around and headed to my dresser. After pulling out a sock I walked back to her and stuffed it in her mouth. Before she could spit it out, I placed another piece of duct tape over her lips and kissed the tape.

"Maybe this will teach you to be more obedient instead of being the stuck up bitch you seem to like portraying lately," I said with a sarcastic smile before walking away to get the three kids ready for the day.