Far From Home
Chapter One
"C'mon Joe, what the hell's taking so long? Stop jerking off and move your ass" Jon called out irritably.
"Screw you asshole, I wasn't jerking off, I was washing my hair" Joe told him as he emerged from the shower, towel around his waist as he made his way over to his bag
"God, you're such a girl" Colby said with a snort of laughter.
"Screw you too" Joe replied.
Once all three men were dressed and ready to go, they made their way to the parking lot where three coaches were parked.
"Who we riding with" Joe asked his friends.
"Uh, I think Windham, Joseph, Jon, Nick, Mike, Randy, the boss man Leveque, Heyman and Brock" Colby answered.
"Brock, seriously" Jon asked shocked.
"Yeah, something about boss man wanting to talk to him about a new storyline he wants to start. Said waiting until tomorrow is too long so he's travelling with us" Colby told them.
"Wow" Joe snickered.
As they got the coach's baggage hold, they saw Kofi walking over to one of the other coaches.
"Hey, Kofi, who're you riding with" Colby asked.
"As far as I know, JBL, Cena, Ettore, Austin, Ben, Stu, Jon and Josh" he told them.
"Is it true Brocks riding with you guys" he asked.
"Yup" Jon answered.
Kofi laughed and wished them luck before boarding his coach. Contrary to popular belief, Brock was actually a nice guy and he was funny too. He had a cool sense of humour and he was easy to talk too.
The three men boarded their coach and got settled into their seats.
Jon was exhausted. His head hurt and his shoulder didn't feel much better. He couldn't wait to catch a few zzz's.
Joe was on the phone to his wife and daughter. He missed them so much when he wasn't home. It was his daughter's birthday in a few weeks and he'd managed to get the day off so he could spend it with her and his family.
Colby sat in the middle of the coach, headphones planted firmly in his ears. He always slept better on the road when listening to his music.
Throughout the first few hours there was laughter, loud talking and alot of moving around but eventually, everyone settled down and tried to get some much needed sleep.
Paul awoke briefly when the the coach hit bumpy, uneven ground.
He sighed and went back to sleep.
Joe awoke with a start as the coach came to a sudden halt. The driver had slammed on the breaks and there was skidding and a crash as the coach hit what he assumed was a tree.
He looked down for any injuries but saw none. He had a wicked headache though; so he assumed he must have bumped his head.
He stood up slowly and looked toward the back of the coach where most of the other guys were.
He saw boss man Leveque standing slowly, a look of confusion and irritation on his face.
"What the hell happened" he asked Joe.
"I have no idea" he replied.
"Hey, is everyone ok" Paul called out.
He and Joe made their way to the other men to make sure they were all still alive.
Brock stood up and rolled his shoulders. His neck felt tense. He remembered being awoken as he felt himself get flung forward; must have some whiplash.
Joe made his way over to Jon who looked like he was still sleeping. Typical, the guy could sleep through anything.
He leaned over and shook his friend but got no response. "Jon" he called gently as he shook him a little harder than he had before.
Still nothing!
"Jon" he called louder giving the man's cheek a light tap. He released a long breath he didn't know he was holding as the man began to stir.
"Ah, fuck, my head" he groaned. "What the fuck happened" he asked confused.
"No idea man, I think we swerved off the road. Maybe a flat tire or something" he told him.
He helped Jon stand and they slowly made their way to Colby who was already standing and checking on the men on the coach.
Windham, Jon and Joseph were all standing looking around at their surroundings.
Nick and Mike were still in their seats but were awake and seemed unhurt.
Randy growled in pain as he held onto his shoulder. He awoke when it smacked off of the side of the coaches wall as he slept.
Brock asked Paul if he were ok, to which his friend gave an agitated nod. This was all they needed, to get stuck in the middle of the night when they had a schedule to keep.
"Hey, ah...Frank" boss man Leveque called as he tried to remember the coach driver's name.
He got no reply.
Slowly he made his way to the front of the coach to see if the man were ok and what had happened.
When he reached the man, he noticed that he was slumped forward, his chest and head resting on the steering wheel.
"Frank" he asked as he reached out a hand to shake the man awake.
As he drew his hand away he noticed the familiar sticky red substance on his fingers.
Blood!
He looked at his hand and assessed that the blood was not his own so it had to come from the driver.
He gingerly reached forward and sat the man up straight. He gave a small yell as he let go of the man who once again lay against the steering wheel, his eyes open but so far far away.
All of the men on the coach had heard the shout their boss gave and made their way to the front of the coach where he stood.
"What's wrong" Nick asked.
"He's...he's dead" Paul answered.
They all stood there puzzled.
"Dead" Mike squeaked.
"What do you mean he's dead" Heyman asked annoyance in his voice. If this was some sick joke, it really wasn't funny.
"I mean, he's dead. There's a tree branch going through his chest" Paul told them all.
Nick immediately started to heave. Mike also began to gag and turned away and made his way to the back of the coach.
Jon took a seat to stop his legs from wobbling. He must have hit his head harder then he thought at first because his vision was blurry.
Colby stood next to Randy staring at the driver, his mouth slightly agape.
Windham stood with Jon and Joseph and they all didn't know what to do or say.
"Does anyone have a cell phone" Brock asked. "I don't but one of you must have" he said aloud.
All of the men then proceeded to pull out there cell phones.
"Dammit, no signal" Joseph sighed. "Me either" Jon answered. "Me three" Windham told them as he put his cell phone back in his pocket.
"Anybody got a signal" Paul asked aloud.
Everyone shook their head 'no'.
He sighed and looked out of the windshield of the coach.
"Anyone remember seeing a road sign or anything?" he asked the other men.
They all shook their heads 'no'.
"We were all asleep" Joe told him.
"Great, we got a dead driver, no cell signal and were stuck in the middle of nowhere. Perfect" Heyman said throwing his hands in the air in pure frustration.
The men made their way off of the coach and looked around to see if they could see any houses or signs anywhere.
As they scattered about to look, Jon noticed glass on the floor.
It was littering a section of the road. They did have a tire blow out. The glass had caused it to blow and Frank lost control of the vehicle.
Upon further inspection, he noticed that the glass have been strategically placed so that all of the sharp edges were facing up.
"Hey guys" he called aloud.
They all made their way over to him.
"What is it" Windham asked him curiously.
He pointed to the glass on the floor. All eyes made their way to the sparkling objects on the road.
"Look at the way it's placed" he told them. "This was no accident; this was placed here like this. Someone wanted to run us off the road" he explained.
Nick tutted aloud. "Man, you've been watching too much CSI and horror movies" he said with a small smile.
Just as Joe was about to speak, all of the men turned to a rustling coming from the tress.
To be continued...
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