Disclaimer: Don't own anything wrestling related
Warning: Slash MXM, sexual relations
Fresh Start
He had spent all weekend unpacking his new house in a small quiet town in North Dakota. He had needed to get away, his parents hadn't wanted him to leave but in the end they had respected his reasons. He hadn't wanted to stay in the same house with their scent everywhere, all the happy memories with them being gone. He blamed himself, he should've done more.
He was due to report in to the hospital Monday, but it was only Sunday early evening. When he had first entered town, he had noticed a small bar located a couple of streets away from his new home. He decided to go and take a look. He needed a break and more importantly needed a drink, he grabbed his phone and keys and headed out. He got into his Lexus IS, which stood out a little in the small town, but it was his baby now. He drove to the bar and went inside. He noticed that it was a little bigger than it looked on the outside and there were only a few patrons. He went up to the bar and noticed that the bartender was tall, tan, tattooed and hot looking. He sat down at the bar and bartender asked, "Hi, what can I get you?" "Whatever you have on tap," he said. The bartender smiled, gave his drink to him and went to help another customer who just walked in. The bartender came back and said, "You're the one who just moved across the street. I was going to offer to help, but with the kids and everything it was kind of difficult. I'm Randy." "Hi, I'm John and you're right I did just move in," John said.
"So do you work every day?" asked John. "Actually I own the bar. Well me and my husband, when he's here and not working with the sheriff," Randy answered. "Oh, you're married to an officer?" John asked just making conversation, actually he was beginning to like Randy, and he thought that they could become good friends. "Yeah, he works for his brother, whom is the sheriff here. In fact they should be walking in about now," Randy explained. A couple of minutes later the door opened and two tall and big men walked in. They weren't dressed in their uniforms; they both had jeans and sleeveless shirts on. One had longer dark hair and the other had very short hair and what looked like more tattoos than Randy. They walked up to the bar and the slightly smaller man grabbed Randy by the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply. When the kiss broke Randy smacked the man upside his head and said, "What have I told you about doing that while I'm working?" "Not too," the man replied with a chuckle. Randy turned to John and said, "John, this idiot is my husband, Glen." Glen nodded his head towards John, "and the one sitting next to you is his brother, Mark. Guys this is John," Randy finished the introductions. Mark said, "Hi, welcome to town." He put his hand out and John shook it, Mark's hand felt warm in John's.
"So, did you check on the kids?" Randy asked his husband. "Yes, they're still having fun at your sister's house. She said she would take them home in a couple of hours. Do you need help tonight?" Glen asked. "No, it's not busy and I think I might close up a little early," Randy answered. "So you said you have kids?" John asked. "Alanna, 7 yrs., Jeffrey, 5 yrs. and Caleb is 3 yrs.," Randy answered. 'Alisha would've been 7 years old this year' John thought has he stared at his half finished beer. "Do you have any," Glen asked. "What?...Um..no I don't," John answered receiving strange looks from all three men. None of them pressed the subject; they figured that if John wanted to tell them he would. John quickly finished his beer and said good night, he had to get out of there fast. He could feel the tears starting to gather in the corner of his eyes and he was not going to cry in front of strangers.
He got home just in time, the tears started to flow down his cheeks. He through his keys and phone on the table and got a glass of water. He wished he had something stronger to drink but, he hadn't had the chance to go shopping yet. He figured he would have to go tomorrow after he was done at the hospital. He sat on the couch and closed his eyes. He had been on emergency duty that night. He had been paged and when he turned the corner and saw the victims of a drunk driving accident. He could see that it had been pretty bad and that one seemed to be a small child. As he got closer, he had to stop the scream that arose in his throat. There on the gurneys were his husband and daughter, barely breathing and mangled. He brought his hand to his face and wiped the tear away, it wouldn't do any good to dwell on it. He was here to start a new life without the people he had loved most in this world.
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