This is my newest story. I hope you like it. It is AU Fiction.

Thanks to Dejavu1978 and RatedrKjErIcHo for the help with this chapter. I so appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or the wrestlers in this story. I own only my ocs. This story is fiction and is to be taken that way. No Copyright Infringement intended.

A beautiful day. Peaceful blue skies and billowing clouds made the home look like it had just popped out of the pages of a fairy tale book. Until a loud, thunderous clatter jolted Annie Cena out of her dreamy state of mind. Her neck snapped to the side toward the sound. Three men dressed in black were entering her home. The front door lay in splintered ruins on her new white carpet. She screamed and attempted to run, but the largest of the three grabbed her waist.

Her body trembled. Where was Payton? Where was her little girl? Frantically she screamed and kicked at the man who dragged her into the bedroom. Twisting and turning. Payton was nowhere in sight. She had to get free. Hands flailing. Slapping her captor's face. She had to get free. She had to find Payton before the intruders did.

The bright light that poured into the home from the open blinds was shut out as her face was forced into the soft comforter on her bed. Wiggling and scratching. She fought for her life. Her arm screamed in pain. Powerful was the man who bent her arms behind her back unnaturally and bounded her hands behind her back. The weight lifted. She was alone in the room. It took great effort to roll her body.

"No, please." He returned.

CRASH!

BANG!

Glass shattered. Loud bumps on the floor. Her home was being trashed. She was helpless to stop it and stop whatever they would do.

Remain calm she told herself.

Annie scanned the man for anything that would help her identify him later on. Every inch of his skin was covered in black cloth except for his mouth which was exposed when he dropped down on the bed beside her and flipped up his mask so he could deliver a smoke tainted tongue to her mouth. She spat at him. His lips curled up in a sneaky and delighted smile.

"Let's go." His partner screamed at the door.

"In a minute." What was he planning to do to her?

"I'm warning you. Leave the woman alone. I told you that's not what we came for."

"Just give me ten minutes!"

"Keep it zipped!" A gun was stuck to the back of the man's head. The man straightened his back and sucked in a deep breath. His head rolled to the side. Cold, ice blue eyes cut sharply. He stood. Swatted the gun away. "Let's go." His partner exited.

"Till we meet again, beautiful." His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he drank her in from head to toe. Pervertlly he sucked in his breath, then left her be.

Annie cried. Relieved, yet petrified.

Payton.

Was she scared? Had they hurt her? Had they taken her?

Please let her be okay.

Annie managed to wiggle free of her restraints. She ran through the house, stepping over the debris that had once made the house a home. Payton was not in the dining room where she had last seen her. She hurried up stairs. Payton's bedroom was untouched, but Payton was not there.

"Payton!"

Annie ran back down the stairs. Down the hall. The toddler was not there.

"Payton!"

Out the front door, Payton's favorite toy laid by the driveway. Black rubber marks left behind from the get away car.

"NO!"

Running back inside. Shifting through broken furniture. She saw that her purse had been poured out.

"Thank God." Her cell phone was still there. She dialed 911.

"Help me please! My house ... Was just broke into. I can't find my daughter."

Her hand released the phone. It fell to the floor. Her gaze locked outside the double glass sliding doors. One step at a time she made her way. Then broke into a run.

"Payton!"

Annie grabbed her baby in her arms and rocked her.

"Why are you crying mommy."

For the first time, Annie was not upset that Payton had snuck out of the home alone to swing on her swing set. The two and half year old had never seen the intruders and was untouched by their evil.

"Annie, are you okay?" John touched his wife's arm. She jumped. "Annie?"

"Ya." Annie replied coming out of her memory. She saw that day every time she closed her eyes.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked her seeing she was deep in thought.

She sighed and looked in the backseat at Payton who was sleeping peacefully. "I was thinking about the new house. It is safe right?"

"Yes. It has a state of the art security system and the entire neighborhood is gated."

He knew she was scared. Since the attack four months earlier, she was terrified of being alone in the house. They tried to stay in the house but Annie couldn't take being there alone when he was on trips. So they sold the house and found this one that was in a state of the art gated community on the outside of Houston. He wanted to make her happy and keep her and Payton safe.

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