Sweet Child O' Mine

Sweet Child O' Mine is a novel based on historic events of a young adult named Torrie Wilson. It describes the hardships in her life along with all the fun surroundings. After she finds out that her mother and father divorce, she thinks that love is not real. When this young man asks her to get married she immediately says no because of what happened to her mother and her father. She never can think for herself. She always is looking forward for help from others. Until one day when she finally thinks that she should do something for herself. She finds out that life is not easy.Because of her parents' divorce, she thinks that there will be an immediate end to life. But there really is no end. Life is still waiting for her and she goes through many changes. Only until she does things for herself,only then she will find out her true lifestory.

Boston, Massachussetts. 1995 current year

Yes, I know that voice. Ahh. My insticts are telling me... oh yes, my mother. My mother is a beautiful, pleasant young lady. She has blonde hair just like me. Not just any ordinary blonde hair. Blonde hair that compliments her. Only until then I shout," Yes mother?", and wait for an answer. She replies back with a beautiful soft-toned voice, " I'm going to go to Aunt Sherri's house. Later on, please make some dinner for yourself and your brother." I hesitated for a moment then spoke back to my mother, " Okay mom. I won't forget." Terri, my mother, grabbed her coat and went along outside. Boston was a crowded place. I wasn't that kind of city person until now. I always used to live in the farms all the way up in Boise, Idaho. Boise, I must explain, was sure a beautiful sight. I wrote in my journal and waited until my brother came downstairs. My brother, Johnny, is annoying in my kind of terms. All he does is talk about his girlfriend, Candice. Oh, by the way, Candice told me she doesn't like him, so, there is really no girlfriend in my brother's life. Who said he needs a girlfriend? Ugh, who knows. All he talks about is himself so why does he deserve anything? Right? I think I'm making a clear statement hear, ain't I? I believe so. Who else ever would understand my life?

A turning point in my life started at ever since the minute I was born. I would'nt really be born right now if it weren't for my specialized doctor. I thank him so much these days, you don't know how much! Anyways, that wasn't the most interesting part of my life, of course. If it were, I would be so boring. But, I really am not. It all started as a whole confusement. When I was four, my aunt always used to watch me because my mother was in the hospital having my brother, Johnny. My aunt, I must say, was pretty nice at times. My uncle had died from heart disease and because of that, Aunt Sherri just decides to do whatever she wants and go off with this jerk. I really hate this guy she is going out with. He is just weird in a way, like he is watching over me, looking after every step and move I make. I can't really describe it. Oh, like a ghost watching you. Ah... okay, not really, but you know what I mean. This man's name you ask? Well, it was Mike Knox. I can't stand him and I can't stand his terrifying last name. What kind of name is Knox? And my aunt will soon be having the last name Knox? Oh my Lord! I feel bad for my poor aunt, with a terrible man like him. Until I found out that Sherri and Mike already got married. They got married without telling me or my mother! Okay, so I really don't understand this. Why would Sherri privately marry Mike in their little chapel? Without telling anyone? And even if they told me, I would definantely try to stop it. I'm serious, dead serious.

My mom didn't really care about Mike Knox. She had her own business to handle. In the fall of 1990, things started getting real serious and dangerous in my mother and father's relationship. My father, Ted, wanted to divorce my mother right away for some apparent reason. I don't know why. I would always ask my mom these days and she would say," Don't worry Torrie, everything is going to be alright." No mom! Nothing is going to be right if you don't tell me! Looks like she didn't care.

In November that year, they were officially divorced. My mother took custody of me. My father took custody of Johnny. I once had a little conversation with Johnny before he went along with my father. Johnny told me," You know, you are so lucky you get to stay with mom." I remember, I just looked confusingly at him and said," What's wrong with dad?" Johnny looked down at the floor. " Everything.", he answered back. I wondered what that " Everything" meant. I was, to tell you the truth, pretty sad about the divorce. Ever since then I would think that love would never last. Am I right or wrong? I don't really care because that's what I think. Who cares about what other people think. But to tell you the truth, I had once dated this guy named John Cena. Handsome, young man. But I thought he was cruel at the heart. After what had happened, no way in hell was our love meant to be lasted forever.

Today, I just hate bringing back that old subject between John and I. All my friends always ask me about it and all I say is," Well, people do change." The last time I saw John was in 1992, two years after we met eachother. He was in jail and in court for a few weeks in the year 1992 because of something he did. I would hate to explain it. Such a horrible experience. I hope it really wasn't true. But somewhere deep down inside, I really do love him. Wait, I can't really say love him because love isn't true, but, okay "like" him.

Okay, a little more than "like." But what's the word? You see, there is really no other word besides "love". My oh my. Is love really true?

My mother hasn't spoken to Ted in over years. Well, you can tell by now she never will. And still , she never told me the true story why dad divorced her. Ever since the divorce, my mom has always been busy around the house and outside.

A war broke out, not too far from here, but very close. Mike Knox was an army soldier at risk. He was kind of old and I didn't think he could've made it out in the war. Well, he didn't. This was the only time I actually felt sorry for him, losing his life at the age of 51. Sherri would always complain now and then, " Lord! Why are all my husbands dying?" I replied back to her," Sherri, don't feel ashamed. It wasn't your fault this happened. It just, well, turns out to be reality." I remember Sherri looking at me that day and telling me," Your too young to discover love. I need someone Torrie! You don't know how much!" Sherri cried that day and I would just sit there. I really didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? " Oh, you should of never married him." , or something? ... I wish.

Right now its 1995, and probably too late to try to talk to John, I figured. I haven't seen him in three years and ever since then, it had been boring. But still, he did break my heart. Didn't he? Oh, wait. You don't know the story. But one day I did talk to my best friend, Mickie James, about the whole incident. " Promise not to tell anyone." I said. Mickie James closed her eyes and opened them again. " I won't. But, is it really this serious as you make it seem?" I nodded my head. " Go ahead." Mickie said paying close attention. I took a deep breath and started to tell my story, about what really happened between John and I. " John and I were sitting in top of the bed talking to eachother. You know, laughing around, doing silly things, and things like that. Suddenly a heavy knock in the door came and I froze for a moment. I looked at John's face and it had a concerned look, as if something terrible happened. I was going to pick up the door, but John pulled me down. He told me to just forget about it. So we were talking again, but then the knocking in the door took place again. John still didn't want to answer it. Then suddenly police came in, breaking down the door. It was sure a terrible sight. My door was broken." Mickie James stopped me for a moment. " Why did the police come?" Mickie questioned. I looked at Mickie then said," Let me tell you. I was started to get freaked out. I was asking John millions of questions such as, what did you do and so on. John didn't bother to answer my questions but he said just to call his lawyer and everything will be okay. The police were taking him in charge of a murder. A murder of Chris Benoit." Mickie James stopped me again. Mickie said," Torrie, wasn't Chris Benoit in our school?" I nodded. And I said," Well, remember when he was said being "absent" those weeks? He was really dead but no one would tell the teacher, as if anyone really knew." Mickie James looked at me then said," Wait, so he really was dead during those weeks?'' I nodded and said," Don't you dare tell anyone though! No one knows except for John and I." Mickie James nodded. I continued along with my story," So, the police said that John killed Chris Benoit." Mickie James stopped me again. " Yes?" I asked Mickie. " Torrie, so your telling me John killed Chris Benoit!" I nodded my head slowly. " I hope it isn't true.", I said. " Go along." Mickie pleaded. I continued again," The police were arresting John and bringing him to the car. John was keep on calling me over his shoulders before they took him in the car, but I didn't understand what he said. The only words I knew was, I love you. And those were the last words from him." I stopped talking then looked at Mickie, waiting for one of her questions. Mickie stood up and looked at me in the eye. " He still loves you?" Mickie asked. I looked at her with confusement. " I don't know." I said. There was a long silence and then to break the silence I said," Do you think he would ever look like he would kill someone?" Mickie looked at me and nodded her head. " You never know Torrie.", She said. I stood there looking at my watch. " I'm gonna go", I said and I started to walk away. " But, don't tell anyone. I don't give a shit of who they might be. Just don't tell anyone." Mickie nodded her head. " Thanks for telling me." Mickie said. I looked back and took a glance of her. " So what do you think detective?'' I asked, joking around. Mickie replied," Seems like a hard one for me." We both shared a laugh and then I stopped. " No, really." I asked. Mickie James scrunched her shoulders upward and gave me that look, a look that meant she didn't know nothing. Well, I didn't know nothing either.

Let me tell you one thing for sure. John Cena is, well, to my mom's opinion a thug. Well, if you look at him, you might think that too. But deep down in his heart he is a really nice, caring gentleman. I'm making a true statement right here. If you really get to know him you would of never thought he killed Chris Benoit. I don't even know the whole story, though. People said that John had a gun with him and well, possibly was the only person left last with Chris Benoit. But, in my opinion, I think this is all a lie. Or, was it? I don't really know. I mean, hey, the police don't even know! What else is there to say? Here's a little secret, John's grandma didn't like me at all. Ever since John and I were dating, I felt suspiscion. She was also weird. She always was talking to herself. I wonder why. Why do people talk to themselves anyways? Oh wells, must I be that truly concerned? I guess not, but if you were a person like me, you would want to know every single detail in life. Okay, fine. I guess the word can be noisy, but I'm not really into people's lives, it's just the stuff I find annoying. You know what I mean? If you do, thanks. If you don't, well, just go along with the my story. Okay, back to John. I met him from Randy. Randy Orton is my best friend's boyfriend. Well, used to be my best friend. Yes, I'm talking about Stacy Kiebler. We were always best friends until one day. It was in school, of course. Rumors were going around, saying that I went out with Stacy's boyfriend, Randy. I so did not! Why would I go out with my friend's boyfriend? Okay, weird. She believed all the rumors and actually then called me a slut. She snapped her fingers at me and walked away crying. What the hell? I knew, from the heart, that she really just wasn't a true friend. True friends are supposed to believe eachother! Not tear eachother apart for stupid reasons.

Brock Lesnar was my boyfriend before John Cena came into place. He was a tall, muscular man. He was not really polite, though. He acted like he was the boss of everything and so forth. That's why I broke up with him. He was the captain of the football league and wanted everything his way. It wasn't so bad in the begininning of our short relationship, but when football season came, oh my Lord. I took three weeks to try to come up with a plan on how to "break up." I couldn't think of anything positive to say to him. All the things about him were really all that negative. Finally one day, I just came up to him and said, " Brock, the truth is I don't love you. Don't get me wrong, I like you but not love you. So, are we good?'' Brock just looked at me with confusement and said," Fine, you don't have to love me but you'll always be my babe." Brock gave me a wink that day and then left off with his football friends. Wait, I just told him it was officially over but he still calls me his babe? I'm telling you, people don't understand these days.

Brock still had affectionate love for me which I found ridiculous. One day in sciene lab, he wanted to be partners with me. Then i had to go through this long conversation. " Brock, must I tell you again? It's over!" He looked at me again, with his blue eyes. What a confused look, I thought to myself. He wasn't answering so I just decided to go ahead," Hello?" I questioned, waiting for an answer. He continued looking at me and then looked down. He said," Well, I didn't know you actually meant it babe." Again with the "babe," I thought to myself. He continued talking," I love you still, you know." He started walking away but then came back. He looked at me and slapped my ass when everyone was looking. Everyone was laughing, along with Brock, but I just stood there disgusted. I walked up to him during recess, and in front of all his friends I slapped his so hard across the face. He held his face with one hand and said," What was that for?" I didn't bother to answer that question. How more retarded can people get? And, that was the end of it. He was too afraid to talk to me ever again. I always feel so glad when I end the relationship and win.

In April 14, 1994, just one year before this one, Johnny found out something terrible. My father was taking drugs in the house and was in charge of a murder. When my brother, Johnny, told me this I couldn't believe it. Why would my father do such a thing? I asked my brother," What is the true story?" My brother replied," I don't know." " How could you not know! You lived with him!" I yelled. Johnny looked out the window and stared at me for a very long time. " He wanted to escape this world. He said everything was going wrong. He asked me to kill him but I replied with a 'no.' He started getting mad and just said, ' Son, I won't kill myself, but I will go to jail.' I didn't know what he meant." Johnny said. I looked at Johnny. It looked as if he were crying. " Johnny, don't be so hard on yourself. It was dad's fault. End of discussion." I said. Johnny looked at me and shook his head. " He killed Aunt Sherri, Torrie." " He killed Aunt Sherri!?" I gasped. Johnny nodded his head. " He told me that Sherri was just too hard on herself and wanted to be with Mike Knox so bad. She wanted to die so she can go in heaven with him. Our dad decided then to kill Sherri. Sherri's last words were 'I'm sorry.' ", Johnny said. I ran my fingers across my leg for a while. Then I said," Now I know why you said you'd rather be with mom." Johnny looked at me and said," Yeah, why didn't you believe me?" He questioned. I really couldn't answer that question. Johnny waited for an answer then suddenly spoke when he realized that I was not going to reply. " Torrie, please make right choices in your life. I'll never be there when you need me. The court judges said that I need to stay in a children foundation hospital." Johnny said. I completely stopped breathing. " What?" I managed to get out. " Hospital? Why?" I said. Johnny started to cry. I never saw him cry before. He said in the most softest tone he had ever spoken with, " I love you. And don't you ever forget me." I managed to let out a tear from that phrase. " I will never forget you. I love you Johnny."

A flashback [ John and I

I was walking down the school stairs and then suddenly I realize John. Of course you can notice him from far away. He was a tall man, and the leader of the basketball team. His best friend was Randy Orton. They were really good friends and you can sure tell. In school, before I actually got with John, he didn't really talk to me often. But when Brock came up to me one day in recess, John was on the lookout. He knew that Brock was up to something. Brock was asking me lots of gross questions. You know what I mean. Brock suddenly laughed after he said all of them and put his hands around me. I quickly told him to let go, but he didn't. It really got in my nerves now. I was about to scream so loud but John cooled my temper. He smacked Brock's hands off of me and pushed Brock toward the fence. John and Brock had a long discussion and it turned out that Brock was laughing at the end and was smiling at me. Brock finally walked away. John picked me up from the ground floor and said," Are you alright?" How polite was that! I quickly responded," Yeah, I'm okay.Thanks." I wiped the dirt off the back of my jeans and stared at John. " Uhm.. I'll get going." I said while walking away. John smiled and said, " If he gives you anymore problems just tell me, alright?" I nodded back happily and smiled.

And he really meant it! He did help me out. After that things started getting serious between John and I. People in school suddenly started to realize that John liked me. Well, I liked him too. He was really nice and cute, don't get me wrong. Everything was fine and okay until that day the police broke in. His last words were," I love you," but will it be the last words ever? I really did hope not. Iam looking forward to the truth of the whole murder incident, and what really happened. Iam looking forward to seeing him once again. We had so many things in common! Blue eyes, dimples, and we were both awesomely cute. What more can I say? We were totally meant to be together. Band ut Brock send me a note one day. It said," Torrie, I know what's best for you and the best for you is staying put. Just because John is treating you really nicely doesn't mean he will still treat you nicely after you get married, which by the way, if you will. I'm just telling you this, not because I want you, but because for your own saftety. Do you understand?" I looked at the note that day and replied," Brock, I also know what's best for you. What's best for you is to stay out of my way!" I folded the note and slid it through his door. What else could I have done? Not reply to the note? I don't think so. I'm that kind of person that likes to get back at people if they bother me. Do you know what I mean? So, a couple of months later, John asked me something big. Something really important. He leaned down in front of me and asked me," Will you marry me?" I quickly went into a coma. No, really. I almost like passed out. " What?" I said. He looked at me again and asked me the question again," Will you marry me?" I began to think of all the things that might happen. For one thing, how about we get divorced? I don't want that to happen! Another thing, Iam so not ready to be an adult. I didn't want to go so fast in life like my mother did because I knew that would cause something wrong to happen. I looked towards John and leaned forward. I held both of his hands and looked him in the eye. I then closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth, letting my heart speak for itself.