Badass Boyfriend Pt. 2

1

A terrible storm raged on as I stood at my balcony doors, staring off into the distance. It was warm in my house but somehow I felt real cold as I gazed at the falling rain. In my hand I held a small glass of wine…I had three of them before that one. In the other hand was a small piece of paper with my uncle's number written on it. I wasn't sure if I should call him or not. Calling him could allow others to find me. I had been hidden very well so far in the last two years. I was able to finish school under a different name and even found a job working as a psychologist in Chicago. My appearance had even changed…my hair was about two inches below my shoulders with layers cut into it, I also colored it dark brown to bring out my blue eyes. I had lost a lot of weight throughout the two years due to the stress of being in hiding, but I gained some of it back once I got settled into this house. My house was hidden in the outskirts of the city where a small forest could provide the perfect getaway. I had no man in my life still, and I planned to keep it that way.

I sighed as Lady, my cat, rubbed against my ankles. I glanced down at her as she took a seat in front of me and looked into my eyes. I could almost tell that she was trying to get me to call my uncle John, but what for? As far as I was concerned my mother, Mark and Kane had won this little battle and that was that.

I finished off my glass of wine and then headed for the living room to finish off some paperwork at the office. I turned on the television just to have some background noise to help me concentrate when I heard Mark's voice speaking. I froze for a moment and then glanced at the TV wondering when he got back in the spotlight. He was in the ring dressed in a pair of jeans, a blue vest, and a black trench coat to go over it. His appearance had changed too. His hair was red like fire and pulled back into a long braid. A black bandana covered the top section of his head and he wore black sunglasses over his eyes. He looked much younger that way…In my head I wondered just how old this man was compared to my mother who was now 47

I gritted my teeth wondering how he still had his freaking job and wasn't in jail. Had he and my mother broken up? I took a closer look at the screen and saw that he was wearing a ring on his finger. I wanted to cry knowing that he and my mother went through with the wedding. Instead I picked up the remote and was about to change the channel when he announced my mother to come to the ring. I sat up in my seat and watched as she made her appearance still rocking the biker girl look. She looked somewhat younger with her spray tan and her boob job, but I could see that she hadn't really changed personality wise. She still wore that evil smug look on her face that made me want to slap her. Mark smiled as she got into the ring. She gave him a kiss on the lips as she took the microphone and began to speak.

"For those of you who don't know me, I am John Cena's big sister, Allison. I'm out here because for two whole years I've been on a frantic search for my daughter, Katrina." She said as she glanced at the big screen which showed a picture of me back when I was cheerleading in college.

The picture actually brought a tear to my eye because Amber was in the photo with me. I hadn't called her either to let her know I was alright, but that was only because I knew she would tell my mother where I was. That girl couldn't hold water if she were a bucket…

"Now I'll admit, I may have had something to do with her running away like she did, but I just wanted to let her know that if she is out there…she is in terrible danger." My mom said before handing the microphone back to Mark.

"You see Katrina, if you don't come out from wherever you're hiding I'm afraid that my brother Kane will find you and soon. And if he finds you before we do, trust me when I say, you'll be sorry."

The crowd booed before CM Punk's music came on. Mark raised an eyebrow as my friend came out with his microphone in hand. I smiled as I admired his new haircut and newly toned body. The crowd seemed to love him a whole lot because they were cheering louder than his music. He paced the stage back and forth with an angry look on his face. Once his music turned off he shook his head and began to speak.

"Let me get this straight, you two basically attacked this girl to the point where she got up in the middle of the night and ran off, and now you're begging for her to come out of hiding?" he said. "How dare you two even try to pretend like you were good people! I'm surprised you even have a job here Undertaker!"

"Who in the hell do you think you're talking to little boy?" Mark said. "As far as I'm concerned you shouldn't even be out here. We're trying to find her because we know the truth about what happened with her and Kane."

CM Punk laughed, "I understand that but what makes you think she's going to come out of hiding for you? At this point that girl probably feels more betrayed by her slut of a mother than anyone in this world."

My mom gasped as Mark pushed her behind him. "Don't you dare speak to her that way."

"I'll speak to her however I please." He snapped. "In fact, why don't I come down there and speak to you both in a language of my own."

The crowd cheered as CM Punk dropped his microphone and began walking down towards the ring. Just before he could reach it, Vince McMahon's music sounded and the big boss himself stepped out onto the stage.

"Well, it has come to my attention that you two have some beef to settle…but you're not going to settle it tonight."

The crowd booed and I did too as I started filling out my paper work.

"You see, you two both have separate matches tonight and by God that's what we're going to see. Now, CM Punk, if you would like to face the Undertaker at No Mercy…that I can arrange."

CM Punk nodded, "No problem."

"And….if you win, I'll make sure Katrina remains in hiding. But if the Undertaker wins, I'll make sure she comes back home." He said.

I raised my eyebrow wondering how he even knew where I was or how he was going to get me to do anything against my will. I sighed and finished filling things out trying to tell myself that things would be alright.