"He's not my son?"

John stared at his wife in disbelief when she said nothing. Her silence spoke volume and quickly triggered his fuse. "Damn it, Liz, Logan's not my son!"

They were barely five feet apart but his voice percolated as if they were a mile apart. Oh, he was angry. Beyond angry. This wasn't the first time she'd deceived him. Or made him wished they never married.

"How could you lie to me about something like this?"

She turned her head away, flinching at his every word. She knew this day would come but she hadn't expected it to come this soon. The kid was barely four years old and she hoped John wouldn't have found out until he was at least eighteen. Or never. She didn't know what to say. Nothing could've prepared her for this. Not even all the time in the world.

John rubbed the back of his neck before he began pacing the living room. Something inside him had snapped, causing a burst of anger, resentment, and fury to succumb him. All that was suddenly replaced with feelings of despair when he realized the son he'd been raising for last few years was in fact not his.

A light touch came from behind him and he instantly spun around.

"Don't-" John said, his voice firm, causing Liz to stop dead on her tracks. "-touch me."

"John, I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Get caught?" John tried to laugh but the comic relief he was after was farfetched.

"But you were cheating on me too!" she cried out in desperation.

John gritted his teeth and it took every ounce of his strength to keep his hands off his wife. His fingers curled tightly and he tried his best to relax them. But it was impossible. The tension was too heavy, frustration had kinks all over his body.

"You were cheating on me too," she repeated, tears trickling down her face.

He shook his head, unsure if they were even real. "At least I had the decency to tell you the truth."

"John, I-"

"I don't even wanna hear any more," John backed up. "I should've never revoked our divorce."

"But-"

"He may not be my son but I sure as hell still love that kid to death. You better get a lawyer if you wanna ever wanna see him again. He doesn't need a lying mom to raise him, who knows what else you've been hiding."

Liz closed her eyes and when she opened them again, John was already halfway to the door. She knew there was no turning back.

John slammed the front door and quickly got into his car. He didn't know where he was going but he needed to get the hell away from there. Who knew his heart could beat so fast and break at the same time. He was sick to his stomach. The child he was raising wasn't his. Logan's real dad was someone else, and his mom, well, his mom was Liz. John shook his head at the thought of the real birth parents. He'd be damned if he lost Logan to either of them.

But before he could take those matters into his hands, he needed to blow off some steam. He mounted his driving speed to counteract his tormented mind, but unfortunately, it did nothing to weaken the burden. He needed more than a cruise around the neighborhood to be okay.

He needed alcohol. And a lot of it.

He swerved into the parking lot of some bar and bolted out of his car. He had one mission tonight and it was to forget everything. He couldn't possibly take himself to bed with a running mind. He'd deal with that tomorrow. Right now, he needed to immerse himself into complete unawareness.

John got inside and didn't bother wasting time. After fifteen minutes, he'd already downed ten shots of bourbon and was after even more. He was drunk, and he was sure of that when his vision started doubling. He looked across the bar and saw Roxanne.

He shook his head and laughed at himself. "Yup Cena. Your ass is mothafuckin drunk! Whooooo!"

He raised his shot glass before bringing it to his lips. The liquid smoothly went down his throat like water.

"Roxannnnnnnnne, damn you. Why'd you have to leave me!" He banged a closed fist against his booth and lurched forward for another shot. He looked around and saw no traces of her. Of course, it was his imagination that fooled him. She wasn't across the bar. She wasn't anywhere near him.

Well, except inside his heart. He'd been wishing she was around for almost five years now. That wishful thinking started the day she left his life and it never stopped since. Even with the alcohol to abate his mind, he was sure he'd never stop. He ached for her too much and too strong. But he was helpless.

She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

Logan wasn't his son and there was nothing he could do about it.

John took another glass in hand but before he could take its contents into his system, the glass crumbled. He'd gripped it too tight. The liquid seeped between his fingers and as he watched, tears warmed up his eyes.

"Emergency services. How may I help you?"

Roxanne shot up in bed and sprang into a sitting position. She was having snippets of the nightmare again. She brought a hand over her forehead and swallowed a dry lump. These reoccurring nightmares were taking a toll on her. She wasn't even sure if it could be classified a nightmare. She had lived it. It had been her reality. This was more than just a nightmare.

Luckily, tonight's replay was of the descend. She didn't dream of the climax, or the scary parts that came before it. Luckily. This time, it was of when she was finally safe, when she finally called for the police.

Roxanne looked over at her clock and scoffed at the time. There were only three hours until she had to go to a job interview. There was no time to go back to sleep.

"Ugh!" she groaned, bringing the tangled bed sheets up to her chest. She bit her lip and contemplated of what to do. There was too much time on her hands, yet there were too little. Too little to be able to relax, anyway.

"Bubble bath," she mumbled. "I'll opt for that."

Roxanne was halfway out of the bed when her phone went off. She smiled at the name that popped up and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, I told you we were in town tonight right?"

Roxanne smiled. It was her friend Matt. "Why, yes you did."

"Well, I could take you a nice dinner or to the opening of that new club in downtown. Which would you prefer?"

A nice dinner would've been her answer last month. But that was before shit went downhill. "The new club sounds good."

Matt chuckled. "Alright, I'll pick you up at eight."

"See you then."

Roxanne hung up the phone and got ready for another day. Too bad it was a long way until night time.

John slammed the car door, enclosing himself into the small space of his Hyundai. He had just finished another house show and rather than going back to the hotel, like everyone else, he was contemplating which bar to go to.

He had a mission to black out again. It was his only way to achieve sleep.

"Fuck it." He started his car and got on the main road. "Any bar will do."

Any place that catered him alcohol will do.

This one definitely did. It looked run down compared to the one across the street. It seemed as though it just opened and so he opted for the older one. There'd be less people to surround him and less time to wait for his drinks.

"Whoooo! Cheers!" he raised his tenth shot to himself. He had a sick smile on his face. He was more drunk than last night. Hell, he might have still been drunk from last night.

He closed his eyes, feeling the liquid slide down his throat. He leaned back against his seat, stretched his leg out and looked over when a swarm of people came in. Though, his vision was doubling again, maybe it was just a couple.

He returned his eye on the drinks in front of him and took another one. Then another one. He heard murmurs from the newly occupied booth behind him but he couldn't make out a word. He didn't really care too.

"It was too loud in there."

"It's a damn bar, what'd you expect?"

"Yeah, well, is here fine? It's quieter. You can tell me all about your call to the police."

Roxanne sighed. "Matt, I didn't go out with you tonight for pep talk."

"I don't think you having to call the police can be considered pep talk. Far from it."

"Yeah and I don't think talking about it at some bar is the right place either."

"Should we go somewhere else?"

"No, silly." She smiled. "I wanna drink."

"DRINK ME PLEAAAAAASE!"

Matt and Roxanne glanced at the drunk voice that echoed the place. It was from somewhere behind them but as they looked on, they couldn't see from who.

Matt looked at her reluctantly and asked, "Are you sure you wanna stay here?"

She laughed. "Why, you scared of a drunk stranger?"

"No, I'm scared of a drunk Roxanne."

She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled contently.

"HOLY HOGWASH! MORE DRINKS! MORE FUCKING DRINKS!"

The two of them tried to ignore this second outburst but that became impossible when a loud thud came after. They looked behind them and saw a man sprawled on the floor; a glass in hand and a smile on his face.

Roxanne froze the second she realized who that person was.

"Wow, that man is fucking gone," Matt turned to glace at her. "Ha. You okay Roxanne? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Her heart was caught in her throat. She couldn't talk.

"Are you sure you wanna stay here?"

Roxanne watched John try to get into a standing position. He failed miserably, bringing his heavy mass back to the floor. He was laughing hysterically now.

"Roxanne," Matt nudged her and in return, she slapped his arm. "Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"I already answered that question," she growled, turning her sight on him.

Matt put up both hands for defense. "Alright, alright."

She sighed and looked straight ahead. She sat immobile, breathing in a tight, controlled manner. Her heart was hammering away at her ribs and as much as she tried to ignore what she saw, or rather, who she saw, she couldn't. John had become a part of her a long time ago and having this tangible view of him only made it realer. He was right there. He was in the same room as her again.

After all those years.

He had the same hair cut. The same laugh, drunk or not. His face was ravaged with more lines but he was still as handsome as before.

Roxanne closed her eyes and tried to gain composure. Her hands were shaking. Her senses were blocked and for a long while she couldn't see, hear, or feel a thing. Her mind was going haywire from the heavy pounding of her chest and the plunging thoughts of John.

This was nothing, she quickly reminded herself. She can turn away and keep him exactly where he's been all this time. In the past. It's just to bad he's been stuck in her heart, too.

"Roxanne!" Matt flagged a hand in front of her face. "You okay?"

"Uh…" she turned to look at him, thoughts interrupted, mouth slightly parted.

"Shot! Shot! Shot!" John chanted from behind them. He was oblivious to the people around him. That, or he just didn't care. He probably didn't. He was drunk, after all.

Determined not to look, Roxanne clenched her jaw and nodded.

Matt brought his face closer towards her. "Shot?"

She nodded again.

Matt excused himself, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

If we ever meet again.

That was the last thing she ever said to John.

She shook her head. Technically, they hadn't met again. She'd simply caught sight of him from afar. There were no meetings of any sort. Just sightings. Two completely different things.

When she finally convinced herself that, Matt returned with two drinks.

"That's all you got?" she asked him.

"For now," he shrugged.

The two clanged their glasses but before Roxanne had the chance to drink, a quarrel erupted. She glanced at the scene and noticed John trying to vehemently get over the bar.

"Give me another drink!" he yelled.

Roxanne bolted from her seat, causing it to tumble down, the instant John gripped the bartender's shirt.

"John!" She pulled him back.

He was ready to lurch his arm over the bar one more time but the sight of Roxanne had him freeze. He looked at her as if she were a ghost. He remained quiet even when security came in between them.

"Sir, I have to ask you to leave the building."

John kept his eye on Roxanne.

Security took hold of his arm and Roxanne immediately stopped them. "I got him."

"You sure?"

She nodded before glancing at Matt. He looked at her stoically then walked over.

"Can we take him?" she asked.

Matt rubbed his forehead. "He's not a dog, Roxanne."

Roxanne pushed John onto a nearby stool, allowing his head to rest against her shoulder. He hadn't said a word since they locked eyes and his were closed now. "I think I know what a dog looks like, Matt. He's my friend."

"Oh."

"Can you help me get him to the car?"

"Alright."

They sandwiched John in between them, both taking either of his arm over their shoulders. It took a good ten minutes for them to get him settled in the back seat.

"What now? Where do we take him?" Matt asked.

Roxanne drew her hands into John's pocket and easily pulled out a hotel key card. "At the Hilton."

They got there, asked the receptionist for John's room, and quickly got him to bed.

He'd been dead weight since he fell asleep at the bar. If he hadn't drank so much, Roxanne could've easily said he fainted from seeing her again.

"Think he's gonna be okay?" she asked Matt.

He nodded, with his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I mean, the man drank a lot. He'll have a fat hangover the next morning but he should be fine."

Roxanne nodded. She looked at John, seeing his chest fall and rise to a steady rhythm.

Why had he been drinking so much? Was this his first time or has it been a nightly occurrence? Was he okay? What were the stories behind the new wrinkles on his face?

Her unanswered questions were interrupted when Matt got close beside her. "You ready to go?"

She swallowed. She was never and would never be ready to leave John. But she had to then and she had to now. "Yeah. Just let me give him his key back."

Matt backed up and nodded.

Roxanne stepped beside his bed and slowly slid the key card into his pocket. As she pushed it down, her finger got wedged in between that and something else. She felt around for the other object and instinctively pulled it out.

What she saw left her heart in shambles.

It was his wedding ring.

Well? What'd you think? For those who don't know, this is a sequel to the story If We Ever Meet Again. Continue or not continue? Review and write me your answer. Thanks everyone :D