Confession
Featuring: Dave Batista, John Cena and Her (use your imagination)
Disclaimer: They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, well I think Fanfiction is. I don't know or own Mr. Bautista or any other employees, staff, or associates of the WWE. I do own the original character and creation of this work. All of the ideas and scenario are completely fabricated. I do not endorse, give or receive any payment to WWE or their holdings. Nor do I intend to disrespect or embarrass any of the characters or their families. These characters and their personas are property of WWE.
The only thing I own is the original character and she doesn't have a name. How pathetic am I?
Feedback: Is welcome.
John's POV
I can't stop shaking. I am so afraid to tell them.
He's been my best friend for 15 years. We've been through everything together. He helped me develop my character and I helped him create his finishing move. We're like brothers, that is how close we are. And she's so good for him. I've never seen him happier in all the years that I've known him. She makes him calm. He's a better person with her. He loves her…so do I.
I thought my secret was safe. 3 months had passed without them knowing that it was me she made love to that night. She still thinks it was him and he was none the wiser. I was fine living with the guilt. But now I have to tell them.
He was so happy when he told me. She is going to make a beautiful bride. I even agreed to be his best man. I'll watch my best friend marry the woman I'm in love with and I'll suffer through it. But what made me sick to my stomach was when she said, "We're pregnant." As far as they know she's about 3 months along. That's near the time that I loved her that night.
What if the baby's mine? Oh God, how I would love to have a daughter with her eyes and smile. She would be beautiful, just like her. She would have beautiful caramel skin and soft brown eyes. I would have a living reminder of the night that has grown to mean so much to me. A child would remind me of the passion we shared, the smell, taste and feel of her below me.
If it is mine, I wouldn't deny it. I'd take care of her and the baby, whatever she needed. But what if it's not? Do I hurt my best friend for nothing?
I have to do it. They have to know.
I ring their door bell. She opens the door wearing a sundress. She's glowing. Her belly is still flat, but her breasts are slightly swollen. I imagine putting my mouth to them again and taste the sweet milk she is making.
My fantasy is interrupted when she hugs me. The smell of her hair and the feel of her skin gives me an instant hard on. I pull away from her so she won't feel it. She invites me in, not knowing how badly I still want her.
He's lying on the couch. I never noticed just how big his arms were before. He's going to kill me.
I don't know how to say it. I can't soften the blow. "I've done something wrong." I manage to squeak out through a dry mouth.
Just don't look at me I think. I can do this if you don't look at me. I don't hate him. I don't want to hurt him at all. I love her, I want to be with her, but that would mean losing him.
"Before I tell you what I did, I need to say, I'm sorry and I love you guys so much." I can't steady my voice. I nervously wipe my hands on my jeans. My whole body is shaking.
He looks concerned and she looks nervous. They are listening to me too intently.
"That night," I start "… that night you put the note in the wrong bag." His face shows he doesn't know what I am talking about. She hadn't reminisced with him about their lovemaking. But the change in her expression says she knew exactly what I mean.
"I tried to come and tell you. But you were naked and blindfolded, and you told me not to talk." I continued, breathing slowly and choosing my words carefully, "I should have been a man and walked away, or spoke up and said something. But I just wanted you so bad. I gave you my heart that night. It hurt me to leave you, but I left you lying there."
"What are you talking about?" he managed to say. His voice is too deep and even.
I recount the whole story. I explain to him in detail what I had done. His face changes in front of me. She can't even bring herself to look at me. She closes her eyes and shakes her head softly.
"I've been in love with you for so long. I couldn't stop myself," I say looking at her. "I couldn't take it if your baby was mine and I couldn't share in it with you."
I don't know what reaction I was expecting, but the silence was deafening. Part of me hopes that she will run to me and tell me she loves me, too. Another part of me wants him to forgive me and our friendships remain intact.
She stands up slowly and walks to the bathroom. I hear her heaving. I turn toward the bathroom and try to move slowly to check on her. Suddenly a white hot pain shoots across the side of my face.
There's so much blood now pooling on his hardwood floors, as he kicks my ass. What am I suppose to do? Fight back? I slept with his girl and she may be pregnant with my baby.
I hear the word rape.
No, I made love to her. She enjoyed it. Each time she came, she moaned with pleasure. I didn't rape her, I love her.
I tried to open my eyes when I hear her begging him to stop.
I hear a crash and see her on the floor. Oh God, what have I done? I brought his rage back. He's going to kill us both.
"Stop!" I reach out to her and he stomps my head again.
I black out from the pain. Suddenly, I'm back in the hotel with her, feeling her beneath me. She's so sweet, so angelic.
I wake up in the hospital. She's not here to nurse me back to health. I hope she's alright, I pray he didn't hurt her.
With all this time to think, I ask myself was it worth it? If it means spending another night in her arms, my answer is still, hell yes.
Dave's POV
He looks really serious standing there. I hope everything is ok. Please don't let it be steroids or the damn gambling again. Something is strange. He doesn't' want a beer or anything. He's just standing there talking.
I'm trying to understand the words coming out his mouth, but I can't concentrate. I only hear fragments of the words he is saying. The sound of my heart breaking is too loud to hear anything else.
He made love to her? He put his lips on her most private parts? He put his filthy cock into her body? He dishonored her like that and has the nerve stand in my fucking house and tell me about it?
And my baby? Oh God, what if the baby is his? First he took my friendship, then he took my love and now he wants my child? No more!
I turn to toward the bathroom door. Is she ok? I hear her throwing up, but the rage is too powerful to allow me to check on her. I can't move.
It's been so long since I felt anger like this. I have worked so hard to cage the beast inside of me. She's shown me that I don't have to cage it, but how to tame it. But now it's too late; it's free and wild.
How dare he try to comfort her, that's my job. Before I could stop myself, I hit him. I hit him so hard I dislocate my knuckle. Blood shoots out of his nose as his head snaps back. I can't stop hitting and kicking him.
"You fucked her! You love her, huh? You think you made love to her? You raped her, you punk!" I say kicking him in the stomach. Suddenly he looks up at me, which angers me more. "Don't look at me bitch! She didn't let you fuck her, you took it from her. You cock sucking bitch!" I yell stomping his back. I can't stop myself, not until he's dead.
I feel her hands grab my arm and faintly I hear her beg me to stop. I push her off of my arm and go back to hitting him. He yells and reaches out. I stomp his head to the floor before I turn around.
I turn around to see my love on the floor. I had knocked her down. Please don't let me have hurt her or the baby. I run over to her.
"Baby, are you ok?" I ask with tears running down my face.
She's not answering me. Oh God, please let her be ok, please.
I grab the phone and call 911. They can't get here fast enough. I hold her in my arms and tell her that I am sorry. I tell her how much I love her and that everything will be alright. I kiss her forehead and rock her limp body in my arms, as the sirens approach.
The ambulance is finally here. They take them both to the hospital and the cops take me away in handcuffs.
God, please let her be alright. Please let her know that I will be there as soon as I straighten this entire thing out.
As for him, he can rot in hell.
Her POV
As soon as he mentions the note I feel nauseous. Please don't say what I think you are going to say. I knew things felt different that night. Not better or worse, just different. But I thought it was the excitement of doing something new and the anticipation of me telling him I love him.
Oh God, please don't tell him what you did to me. That I came over and over again, that I loved every minute of it. That is until now. Does Dave know that I've wanting him to make love to me again that way?
The more he talks about that night, the sicker I feel. I entire room takes on a sickly green hue. I can't shake this nasty taste in my mouth.
I put my hand on my stomach; Dave's baby. I have been so happy since we found out. We will be married in 2 weeks and parents in 6 months. Why does John hate me so much, why does he want to take everything I love away from me?
John keeps talking, but now I only see his lips move. I look at Dave, his face is turning red. I can see the beast inside him starting to surface. I turn back to John. SHUT UP, SHUT UP, I scream inside; but my mouth is so dry I can't talk.
Tears come to his eyes. Don't cry now, I think. You took the gift I had for Dave, only for Dave. I look over at him, again. The rage is now in his eyes. Their beautiful chocolate coloring is now been replaced by black.
Dave was so angry, when we first met. But over time, he's learned to push that aside. He is so gentle now; especially with me. He is careful with my feelings. He treats me like I may break. And since we found out about the baby, he's handled me like a china doll. I can't see the gentleness in him now, only the hatred remains.
Don't say you love me, you bastard! You tricked me. If you say it, I know I'll throw up.
Those words come out his mouth. I use my feet to carry me to the bathroom. Before I can close the door, I feel the contents of my stomach reach my throat. I bend over and release them. I know it has more to do with what he said than what's growing inside me.
I was so happy to have a piece of Dave in me; a child that we would share. Knowing that we created this child together, out of love, made all of my fears disappear.
Once I stop heaving, I only hear my heart pound in my ears. I wipe the tears falling from my eyes. The cold water on my face helps me concentrate. I can hear muffled sounds in the next room. I have to check on Dave.
I see blood on the floor, coming from John. Dave's hands and shirt are colored with John's blood. His massive foot comes down across John's back, hard.
He's going to kill him. I have to stop him. If he kills him, they'll take him away from me forever.
I run over to him. "Baby, please. Please stop. Don't do this. He's had enough." I cry as I grab his arm. He jerks his arm upward and his fist catches my face. A hot pain goes through my eye as he pulls his arm away.
I know he didn't mean it. He never even turned around. But that doesn't stop the sting or the tears forming in my eye.
I drop his arm and hold my face. The pain hits me so hard that I stumble backward. I try to turn around to catch my balance, but instead catch my foot on the rug. I fall onto the coffee table.
My stomach hurts. It hit the table before my hands could brace the impact.
I lay on the floor. I can't move, it hurts so badly. I close my eyes and dream about the bath we had this morning. I remember making love to him in the tub and the warm water engulfing us. I don't feel the pain thinking about happy we were.
I wake up with a doctor standing over me. I don't know what she is talking about.
Why do I need a grief counselor? What does she mean there is no baby?
The police walk in just after she leaves.
Why are they telling me about John? I don't give a fuck about him. Where's Dave?
No, I don't want to press charges for domestic assault. I can't make sense of any of this.
"DAVE!" is all I can scream out, as they put more medication in my IV.
I roll over and pull my knees up to my chest. I can't help but notice how empty my belly feels. I close my eyes, but the tears roll anyway.
How the hell did we get here? I just my David to hold me and make all of this go away.
