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"Chris. I'll be quiet. I won't yell. I'll speak when I'm spoken to. Just please don't put that back in my mouth."
Chris looked at John thoughtfully. "Are you hungry?"
"A little." answered John.
Chris reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an unopened pack of crackers. He opened the pack and held a cracker up to John's mouth. Cena nibbled at the snack. "Thanks."
"We need to talk." said Chris.
"Ya think?" John smarted off.
The teenager waved the other boys over. They gathered around Chris and his captive like they were attending a city council meeting.
"I'm 16. The oldest. I've been taking care of everyone, but I'm just a kid myself. I need a father figure. They need a father figure. I've spent weeks looking for the perfect "Dad" for us. I chose you."
Cena stared at the boys dumbfounded while Christopher continued. "Ralph at the corner store has a tv in his back room. He lets us watch wrestling with him. He also lets us read the wrestling magazines that he gets in the store. Everything that we've learned about you gets us thinking that you'd be perfect for us."
John was still staring incredulously at the kids, especially Chris. "First of all," he began. I don't know if you realize this, but I am a very busy man with a heavy schedule. Second, I don't know any of you. Third, you live in a fantasy world, every one of you. And last, you haven't really endeared yourselves to me considering the fact that you have me here against my will, tied to a friggin' wheelchair. Oh and one more thing. I can't feel my hands anymore. Thank you for asking!"
Sammy said, "I knew you were being too mean to him Chris, I just knew it!
Toby started crying. He looked at John with wide, teary eyes. "Do you hate us?" he sobbed. "Pweeze don't hate us."
"Oh. Now. Don't cry there guy. I do not hate…well I'll tell you what I hate. I hate being tied to this thing."
Billy and Sammy glanced at Chris, who nodded. The two of them untied the ropes that were binding John to the wheelchair. Chris pulled the gun out of his other pocket and aimed it at John whose arms were still cuffed behind him. "Go stand by the sofa."
Cena was a little wobbly from being bound, but he steadied himself. Chris handed Billy the key to the cuffs. "Fasten those in the front. If Mr. Cena tries anything, I'll shoot." Billy did as he was told. Chris then added, "Sit down on the sofa."
John sat on the sofa. He was glad that he had worn his trademark duds for the Make a Wish event. The wrist bands were protecting him from any real damage that the handcuffs could do. Toby sat down next to him and laid his head on Cena's arm.
"Look, boys. I'm not your father. I can't be your father, ok. Just let me go before you get in trouble. I won't tell the police, but you need to let me go right now."
"But we want you to stay." said Toby in an innocent, soft voice.
John sighed loudly in exasperation and threw his cuffed hands up in the air. Shaking his head back and forth, he thought to himself, "I guess I'm not getting out of here any time soon."