Okay so this story is inspired by single white female, except with a twist. I'm using Randy Orton and John Cena in the story. I own everyone else except them. Hope you like it!

OBSSESSED

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"Randy please don't do this,"

"Shut Up!" I snapped, clutching the gun tight in my right hand.

"You think you can just treat me the way you want? Huh?! Is that what you think?" My eyes began to water, "You're supposed to be my friend."

"I am," Tara replied quietly.

I could sense her fear as she eyeballed the 9mm pistol pointed directly at her.

"No," I said, "A friend wouldn't do that to someone, a friend would not try to hurt to someone who has protected them."

"Randy-"

"SHUT UP!" I howled, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Randy please," she begged, "Listen to me okay, I know that I hurt you…okay and I am really truly sorry. Okay, let's just…let's just move past all this and go back to how things used to be huh? Can we do that?"

I shook my head slowly, gripping the pistol even tighter,

"No," I whimpered, trying to ignore the sound of her voice,

"Please Randy, you don't want to do this…I know you don't."

"You don't know me!" I yelled angrily, "You don't know shit about me! You don't know what I want to do, what I did…for you…" I felt the tears racing down my face, why couldn't she understand?

"I've done…SO MUCH…for you. I've-I've gotten rid of people who tried to hurt you, people who constantly took advantage of you! And you! You don't see that! You don't see the good I have done for you Tara! God I've done SO FUCKING MUCH FOR YOU! But you will never see that!"

"I do see it Randy, I do!" Tara replied, "I see it…you've helped me in so many ways. I know your good, I know deep down that your good, okay just please let's sit down and talk about this.

She thinks she can trick me?! She wants me to put the gun down…why? She wants to use it against me…She wants to kill me! No! She doesn't appreciate anything I did! All I've done for her and this is how she repays me?!

"No," I said softly, "No, the only person that's going to die tonight is you,"

I placed my finger on the trigger slowly, aiming the gun at her head.

"RANDY, NO!"

6 WEEKS EARLIER-

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Jessie I know your worried about me, but I'll be fine okay? I just need some time to get back on my feet that's all. Besides, he's a nice guy to even let me stay here."

Jessie didn't seem to thrilled. Her best friend moving into a house with a complete stranger didn't sit well with her.

"Why don't you just stay with me for a while? It's safer."

"Because you live 3,000 miles away and I need to be close to work." Tara answered, "I'll be fine, trust me."

A heavy sign blew across the phone,

"Alright"

"Okay, hey listen I got to go, but I'll call you later okay, I promise."

"Whatever,"

Tara chuckled lightly, "Bye"

"Bye"

Just then her roommate came barging through the door.

"Hey!" Randy spoke brightly, "This is the last box,"

"Oh thank you," Tara rushed over to him, grabbing the box from him and placing it on the bed. She quickly turned to face him,

"Thank you so much for letting me stay here," she said, "Honestly I really appreciate it."

Randy shrugged, "Anything I can do you help," he replied. He smiled genuinely before walking out of the bedroom.

If you want to comment feel free. I will continue sometime tomorrow ;)