Chapter 4-Hold Me Like You Did, Before The Storm.

The sound of a tweeting bird on a ledge, was the alarm clock that stirred the blonde from her nights sleep. The honey blonde was cuddled up beside her boyfriend,

After a frightful night at Extreme Rules.

It was quite amazing that Torrie actually had a good nights sleep and not tossing and turning. She had slept soundly in the arms of John Cena, well one of his arm were around her in an embrace as they lied together. His left arm had been hurt badly in his match with Brock Lesnar.

Torrie's eyes fluttered open, waking up. She heard a soft thump of a heartbeat. The Rise of a chest. It could only mean one thing. Torrie had someone lying asleep with her. Torrie lied beside John in the bed, with her head comfortably on his chest.

She woke up, on this Monday morning feeling the warmth, so very much in love. Much to do with John Cena. She saw a bird on ledge of the outside window. Torrie gazed at the view, before she turned to see John still asleep.

It wasn't quite common, for Torrie to see John sleeping peacefully. One because John is hardly at home and two, he tends to always wake up before she does. So it was a special moment, that she got to see him sleeping.

A sweet grin came on her face, gazing at his cute frame. She watched the rise in his chest, going up and down lying fast asleep. Torrie sat up in bed, John's arm fell while she moved from him.

Torrie gently touched the top of his shoulder, her head leaned down. Getting close to Cena, she heard the soft breaths from him. Pressing her lips on his, she gave him a kiss.

It stirred John, his head moved to the side while his eyelashes fluttered softly but close again a moment after.

Torrie got out of bed, while John remained asleep. Being quiet as mouse, Torrie left John to sleep.

Torrie got dressed in black hot pants, a pink stripped crop top. Lacing on her trainers.

Placing her black hat on top of her head, Torrie grabbed her ipod from her purse.

6am struck on the clock, so it was time for her morning run. Torrie looked down at her loyal puppies.

"Right I'm going for a morning run, who's coming with me?"

Torrie picked the other girl pup, Pepper. She looked down at fluffy Maltese, Chloe.

"Now I mean it, you leave John to sleep. Stay in here with Stewie," Torrie grabbed Pepper, walked out of the hotel room.

As soon as the door closed, the mischievous Chloe Wilson trotted in the bedroom. She jumped up on the bed, and cuddled into the muscular sleeping man in the bed.

Torrie ran down the stairs of the hotel, down to the lobby. She held Pepper in her grasp, and made her way outside. Walking over the road, down the street she found a place to complete her morning run.

After an hour work out in the gym at the hotel, Torrie returned to hotel room. She placed Pepper down on the floor. She took off her hat, she saw Stewie was still sleeping in his bed.

Where's Chloe?

Torrie softly sighed, playfully rolling her eyes. "Chloe Wilson" she knew exactly where she was.

Torrie walked back into the bedroom, Cena was still sleeping, but a white puppy was cuddled up asleep between his arm. Torrie's hands went on her slender hips, she walked near the bed, and picked up Chloe.

She turned back to John, gazing while he slept. "You look so cute"

She gave Chloe a kiss, before walking out of the living room. "I'm starting to feel you love him more than me?" Chloe licked Torrie's face.

The Boise Babe giggled "Love you too"

Torrie had a quick shower, getting ready for the day ahead. Placing a set of black lingerie on, she suddenly yelped moving her arm. She laid her arm out straight, the blonde saw a faint mark on her arm.

It wasn't too deep, or purple. The mark didn't look like it was going to bruise. She knew exactly where it came from. Lesnar shoving her to the wall last night.

Torrie don't bruise easily, but she just knew John. If he saw the mark, he'd ask questions getting curious.

So to save more lies, secrets. Torrie decided to wear a dark purple sequenced jumper long sleeved dress, covering most of her body. She slipped on a pair of tights, and her black knee boots.

Torrie curled her blonde hair, so the sweet curls were swaying on her shoulders. Applying her make up after, she is currently ready for Today, Monday.

Bring on the day.

Torrie checked her reflection in the mirror, ruffling her golden curls in her mirror.

The light of her natural beauty hid the true reflection of the blonde. Right now, she had secrets, pain, fear in her but Torrie just smiled in front of the mirror, it just beamed the light.

Torrie's iphone starting lighting up. She saw a message on the screen.

"Hey babe, Do you want to go to lunch, go shopping with me today? Need a new dress for smack down! Let me know, love ya girl. Lil x"

Torrie clicked off her iphone, she'd love to go and have a lovely afternoon with Lilian after all she's one of her best friends with Candice Michelle. The three beauties form "TLC" Tender, Love and Care.

Torrie's best memory of TLC, is when she said to Cena backstage.

"Are you in need of TLC?"

Cena's reaction "No thank you" thinking it was a brutal TLC match.

Another reason why she loved John so much, he could always make her laugh. Bring the happiness to flutter in her heart. That's the reason why Torrie was debating on whether to take Lilian up on her offer, because Torrie would like to spend her time looking after John.

Torrie put her Iphone back in her purse, she walked into the bedroom. Quietly sitting down on the bed, she brushed her hand down John's cheek.

"I love you John, I wish I could tell you about last night but you've been through enough" Torrie whispered.

Gazing on as John Cena was sleeping, breathing softly with Torrie watching over him. She started to think about last night's events.

Touching his left arm, gently trying to be careful.

Known to Cena, that was the only thing that made the night tough but Torrie knew different. She had 3 secrets already from John, which included. Attempting to get the match stopped with throwing in a white towel for Cena to surrender, but the fighter hadn't known about it. Then she found herself terrified to the bone by a fuming Brock Lesnar.

Like darkness hidden in the shadows, the blonde had been startled. His large arms grabbed her from behind, shoved the innocent woman to the wall. He started to intimidate, scare Torrie to a point where she thought Brock was going to hurt her.

Drama just kept following on, Torrie had been shouted at by Triple H but that wasn't too bad, since Hunter had soften towards Torrie. So yes, she still had 2 secrets from her boyfriend.

Torrie loved John with all her heart, trusted him to the end of the world. She felt keeping It the secrets buried deep because it's the best choice. John had been hurt badly last night, his left arm had been left injured. There hasn't been any set in stone results the severity of the injury.

Torrie just didn't want to add to the drama, she knew that John would definitely defend and protect her with all he had. Even if he wasn't at his best, he would still find a way to protect her. That's all he's ever done, John is always the one that catches Torrie as she slips and falls.

Standing by her side, through everything and anything that life decides to throw at her.

Always and forever, two term words that ring true to John Cena.

John lied there, his chest and midsection area rise up and down while Torrie's gaze hovered over him still asleep. Torrie just watched in awe as he slept.

A gentle smile shone, full with mixture of emotions she still loved to have the chance to watch John sleep. He looked so cute and peaceful.

"You're so cute when you're sleeping"

John's breath slipped through every moment, staying in his slumber.

His voice suddenly came through, "Torrie, stop staring"

Torrie giggled sweetly "What? I'm not staring"

John's eyes remained closed. "I can feel the stare on me"

Torrie put her hand, caressed his cheek. "Well I can't help if I find you irresistible, now can I? my eyes just gaze, wont listen to turn away"

John lied on the bed, his eyes still closed. "Right…"

"But Id just fall over heels, if I see your blue clear eyes" Torrie hinted.

John chuckled gently, his eyes slowly opened waking up. Torrie's cheeks stretched, a white shine smile came on her face. Her hand began to fan her face, John used his arm to go around Torrie's waist pulling her closer.

Torrie wrapped her arms around his neck, passionately they shared a good morning kiss.

"That's a great way to start the day" John smiled.

"Good Morning baby"

Torrie giggled on, kneeling up on the bed, " Morning well I've been up since 6am" Torrie told.

"But yes that was the best part of the morning" Torrie smiled back at John.

"Why did you get up so early?"

"Done my morning run, and workout in the gym already" Torrie said, grinning.

Cena glanced at her. "What? Its…" he turned to clock, and saw it was 10am.

"I think that's the longest I've slept in, why didn't you wake me?"

Torrie gazed at John, touching his shoulder. "Well you need the rest, last night was…." she looked up in John's crystal blue eyes.

She had so many words whirling in her mind. Which one does she use? Horrifying, scary, a nightmare, terrifying? Which one would explain how she was feeling deep inside being the morning after.

Torrie gulped down the lump in her throat. "Tough," her head briefly lowered, before she smiled again. Keeping up the holding on and smiling through it all.

John looked at Torrie, before he bought her closer. Placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

His dimples were visible, his fingers brushed back her curls from one shoulder to her back. "I'm happy you're here sweetheart"

Torrie placed her hand on his bare chest, "Me too, waking up with you is great"

John smiled sitting up with her. He leaned back on the bed, Torrie cuddled into his arm. He did try to lift his other, but it felt like a heavy weight.

Torrie rubbed her neck softly. "I know we hardly get too, since you're not at home"

John briefly lowered his eyes, hearing the words. That is exactly what made John's marriage years on and off, miserable. Being a wreck over his marriage due to his dedication to the WWE.

Her eyelashes flickered up at him, grinning as she spoke. "But I know you are way you want and need to be, I'd love and support you on the side line"

John touched her cheek, planting a sweet kiss. Not saying a word.

"Breakfast?"

John chuckled, grinning at her. "Depends what kind of breakfast?"

"What do you mean?" Torrie asked.

John climbed off the bed, he was black shorts. His appealing physique was visible to all eyes, one in particular. The blonde beauty, Torrie.

She definitely loved what she saw. She could feel the attraction rise. He looked so hott! With a capital H. Torrie may be Cena's girl, but she felt her instincts attract like a moth to a flame. Her eyes just wondered to his chest and abs.

Moments like this, she just thanked that she's in a lovingly relationship with John. She can just jump into his arms.

Torrie kept her eyes on the topless, bare chest Cena. Her lashes flickered down, the hotness started to rise. "Huh? Sorry what?" Torrie said.

John slid on a white t shirt, lifting his left arm with a little difficultly.

"Well Torrie Wilson's kind of breakfast? Or actual breakfast?"

.Torrie stood up, her arms folded "Excuse me? I make great breakfast. Fit and healthy"

Cena nodded. "Sure, pumpkin seeds that's going to get me through the day"

Torrie's rose shine lips slid apart. "What's wrong with Pumpkin seeds?"

"I'm not a bird" John said.

Torrie looked at John. "I don't just eat pumpkin seeds you moron"

"Well you keep to your breakfast, I'll keep to mine" Torrie flicked her blonde hair as she walked out of the bedroom.

She walked back into the kitchen, she walked to the couch watching morning television while eating her breakfast. John walked into the living room, dressed in blue jeans with a black italic t shirt showing off his muscles with white trainers.

John looked at Torrie as she watched Two and Half Men.

"Classic Charlie, great morning TV" Torrie told.

John walked to the couch, his left arm at his side, Cena was slightly moving it so it didn't end up going stiff and heavy. He sat down next to her.

"So what's your plans today?" John asked.

Torrie looked from the television to her boyfriend. "Well looking after you"

John chuckled, with his arm around her shoulder. "You don't have to babe"

Torrie looked at John, smiling back. "No I know, but I want too"

"I can look after myself you know?"

"I know but your angel undercover so when you're hurt, I take care of you" Torrie spoke, aiming her beautiful smile at John.

"That's all you are going to do today?" Cena asked.

"Well Lilian texted me this morning asking if I wanted to go for lunch, shopping with her" Torrie told.

John kept his arm around her, "So are you going to?"

Torrie shrugged "I don't know, probably not"

"Well why not?"

"Well I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. I'm going back home tomorrow so…."

"I think you should go spent the afternoon with Lilian"

Torrie looked up at John, "Really?"

"Yeah I think it will be good, I mean last night….lets face it, you deserve it."

"What about you?" Torrie asked.

"I'll just stay here, I bet you 10 dollars Phil will knock on the door in an hour…."

Torrie giggled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, and you come back I'll be here. We can spend the rest of the night together"

"You're not doing anything, you won't hurt yourself more"

"I'm going to climb a mountain this morning"

Torrie rolled her eyes, gently slapping John on his right arm. "John, seriously?"

"I'll be here waiting for you to come back"

Torrie smiled, she turned and kissed John. "Awe okay then, thanks honey. I'll text Lilian back" Torrie stood up from the couch. She walked to retrieve her phone.

John looked at Torrie. "Aren't you little overdressed?"

Torrie turned back, "What? Oh its my new warm dress" she twirled slightly smiling.

"Yeah you look beautiful, but you're going to boil. Its sunny outside" John told.

"Oh its fine, I don't get hot or cold. Always fine" Torrie told.

"Oh really? So why do you have my jacket when its cold?"

Torrie smirked sexily "Your muscles babe" she leaned down pecking his lips with a kiss. Her sweet kiss, made his cute dimples appear in his cheeks.

Torrie grabbed her iphone from her purse, she replied back to Lillian's message.

"Hey Lily, sure Id love to go for lunch, shopping with you. Meet me in an hour Xoxo Tor"

She put her phone back down on the table. "So how's your arm today?" she asked.

This conversation was coming, she had to ask.

"It's ok, I keep moving it so it doesn't go stiff"

"What happens next?"

"Getting more tests at the arena, making medical rounds. The results should show something, find what's going on?"

Torrie looked at John. "So you'll know if you're hurt or being sent home"

John nodded. "They said 24 hours"

"So if you are hurt, we will you like compete with one arm?" Torrie asked.

"I don't know, possibly" John grinned.

Torrie saw the dimples in his cheeks, she just loved his dimples. Add his beautiful smile, her heart flutters like a butterfly.

"Well you can still beat anyone, even with one arm" Torrie said grinning, coming into John's arms. The back of her head was leaning comfortably on his covered chest. Her black knee boots were on the sofa. John's arm was around her waist, keeping the blonde cuddled.

"If you are sent home…"

"Well then I'll deal with it, silver lining is spending time with you" John gently kissed her temple.

Torrie's pearly whites came visible, while she smiled feeling his kiss. "Yes well either way, whatever happens. I'm right here for you"

"I know,"

"Are you sure you want me to go with Lilian, I don't mind staying here with you"

"No and personally I want you to go with Lilian"

"Why? Because I'm already driving you crazy because I just adore you, want you to be well looked after" Torrie touched his dimpled chin before she leaned back on his chest.

"No, but I already knew that." he stroked her golden ringlets.

"Lilian is active diva again, you hardly see her either and you've moved back to Tampa with me ….so I want you to have a great afternoon with her" John said.

Torrie listened to John, she just loved how considerate he is. "Aw baby," smiled in awe.

"See I do actually listen, pay attention" he handsomely grinned.

Torrie stroked his cheek with her palm, gazing in his ocean eyes. "I just love you," Cena and Torrie shared a kiss, the passion deepened as the seconds ticked by.

Torrie pulled away, to catch a breath. "I better stop, get ready to meet Lilian" she got off the couch, and grabbed her purse.

John stood up from the couch, Torrie put her silver handbag on her shoulder. Her blonde curls flickered when she turned back to face John.

"Take it easy, I'll see you when I get back"

"Have fun"

"Take care, I mean it. Don't strain yourself"

"Yes sweetheart, now go or else you'll be late"

Torrie back peddled near the door, "Promise me you'll be alright?" she asked caring for her boyfriend.

"I'll be fine, I'm not going to do anything anyways. Go on, have a great afternoon with Lilian" John said.

Torrie blew a kiss, deciding not to be caught in another passionate kiss. She'd never meet Lilian.

Torrie gave a final smile, sparkling her whiteness in her teeth to John before she walked through the door, closed it.

She stood outside the hall way, she turned back towards the door feeling a tug in her heart. Her caring nature wanted to stay and look after John but she also wanted to spend time with lovely friend, Lilian Garcia.

Torrie let her eyelashes lower to the ground, releasing a breath through her lips.

She got a text, Lilian was waiting in the lobby for her. John was on the other side of the closed door, she decided what she will do.

"Go for lunch with Lilian, come back look after John"

Torrie walked down the corridor, making her way to the evaluator to meet Lilian .

…..

Hours Later.

Torrie and Lilian were in a nice café in the mall, they had been shopping for 2 hours and decided to stop and have some lunch.

Torrie was idly picking at her Caesar chicken salad. She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork, and slipped into her mouth.

"So do you want to talk about last night?" Lilian asked eating her lunch.

She and Lilian had talked about just about anything, but last night's events hadn't been discussed. Torrie knew Lilian would definitely bring it up.

Torrie sipped on her drink, before she looked her friend. "What about it? John won, end of story" Torrie continued to eat her salad.

"So how is John?"

Torrie slowly put her drink back down. "He's okay" her voice was soft.

Lilian looked at her, Torrie's grin came on her face as she answered "He basically pushed me out of the door to meet you…..I got spend time with John, and…."

Her grin faded slowly, "he fell asleep before I did…I woke up, before him too"

Lilian reached her hand to touch Torrie's hand. "Sweetie, how are you?"

Torrie didn't answer, she just lowered her head.

"Tor, you can tell me"

Torrie bit her lip gently before idly brushing her curls back on her shoulder. "It just hard, you know?"

"What is?" The singer pressed.

Torrie softly scoffed, grinning. "Pretending everything is alright"

"You know I've known John for 12 years, I've never seen him hurt….till last night" Torrie spoke

"He's always fine, you know so strong….and his arm looks terrible. I keep seeing myself hold him in the ring…." remembering last night, bought the tears back.

"Last night was the worst night of my life, it just got worse and worse"

Lilian stroked her friend's hand in comfort. "I know sweetie, I saw you I couldn't believe when you ran out. Did you get into trouble?"

Torrie just shook her head. "No, well Paul had words but he understood. I just couldn't stay there in the back. I don't know what it was, but my heart just told me run, keeping running to John so that's what I did"

"John's so strong, you know he's always been fine…last night was just something I never expected"

"It's just too damn hard to keep smiling pretending, when I'm so worried about him. Because I know that he'll be happy to be home with me. I know its not what would make him completely happy….and I just keep telling myself to concentrate on the good like I always do…."

"You know keep on, be happy!"

Torrie lowered her eyes to the table, letting out emotion. "But I don't know how much I can take it. I've never loved anyone more than John, ever" she truly declared.

"Sweetie I know, its hard"

"Silly"

"No its not, caring for the one you love so much is not silly. Why don't you tell John about how you're feeling? If he doesn't know already?"

"No"

"Then tell him? Why won't you tell him?"

Torrie sighed softly "Because he doesn't need to be burdened with my doubts, fears"

"He's got enough on his plate…I can't do that to him. If he knows, then he could end up getting hurt more….being concerned more for me, than him."

Torrie shook her head, making the decision. She thought it was the best choice.

"No, John needs to be focused on himself"

"Tor, that's not the best road to start going down….secrets, lies…" Lilian advised.

"I'm not lying to him, I'm being honest" Torrie spoke.

"Wait no, I'm not"

The honey blonde had current secrets that not even Lilian knew, she, John and many others were in the dark. Only 3 knew, Torrie, Brock Lesnar and Triple H.

"Tor, maybe you can tell John….soon"

"No, I think the feelings will pass. I just got shook up that's all. I'm going to be there for John. No matter what. If he's hurt or injured. I swear I'm going to be there to take care of him, either way" Torrie truthfully told.

"You really love him don't you?"

Torrie nodded flicking her silk curls, shining her love in her eyes

"More than anything in this world"

…..

Torrie smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around Lilian after they had spent a lovely afternoon with each other. Torrie had opened up to the Smackdown Announcer about her sudden feelings.

"Thanks for a great afternoon Lil"

Lilian hugged Torrie back, grinning "Its been great to see you, thanks for being my shopping gal pal"

Torrie giggled. "I loved it, thank you Lil. I really needed that"

"Not a problem, always here for you girl."

Torrie twinkled a wave as Lilian left. Torrie grabbed her shopping bags walking along the pavement. Torrie's blonde locks blew with gentle breeze in the air, she motioned her head, flicking her curls away from her face so she could have a clear vision of where she was walking.

She walked up to the hotel entrance, walking through the doors she made her way back to hers and John's hotel room.

She put her key card in, juggling her shopping bags. Opening the door, she walked in. "Honey, I'm back"

Torrie didn't get a reponse, there was no other voice but her own.

"John" Torrie walked into the living room, placing her shopping bags down on the floor. Her handbag on the top of her bags. She didn't see Cena sitting on the couch.

She walked into the kitchen, he wasn't there either.

"John, baby where are you?" Torrie's eyes glancing around the surroundings. Her heels were clicking every time she took a step in search for her boyfriend.

John Cena wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"John" she repeated.

"John" Torrie called walking into the bedroom, she looked at the bed. He wasn't lying there either. Torrie walked back into the living room, she opened her purse to check her phone.

No call, no message.

The worry started to rise in her emerald eyes, looking around for John. He did say he would be here when she got back, so where was he?

Torrie glided her fingers down her golden locks, she told herself he's fine. Probably with Phil or Randy. Probably got so bored, that he had to get out of hotel room.

She sat down on the couch, turning on the Tv to keep her mind off worrying about John. She had to try and maintain this overboard feeling, that had her being concerned for Cena.

Minutes of gazing at the tv, she heard the door open. John walked into the hotel room, as soon as she heard the door. Her eyes shot over, she smiled when she saw John.

She got up from the couch, and rushed to hug him.

"Whoa, you're back early?" John said, with his arm around her back accepting the hug.

Torrie pulled away, looking at him. "Lilian just found the dress she wanted, we had lunch" she didn't know exactly what to say, didn't care. Torrie just felt happy, she saw

John by her very eyes.

"Did you have a good time?"

Torrie smiled nodding her head. "Yeah definitely, bought some new clothes"

John's eyes cast downwards to the fashion shopping bags. "Yeah I see that"

"Where were you?" Torrie asked.

"Well…actually…"

Torrie's sweet giggle chimed in. "Well I guess you were so bored, you went out"

John grinned softly, he went to speak but he was cut off by his girlfriend.

"You can't keep your feet on the ground for 5 minutes can you?" Torrie asked, grinning beautifully.

" I've only been here for 10 minutes after you left"

Torrie looked at him, confusion and curious blended in her expression. "What? Ive been gone 4 hours? Did you go out with Phil or Randy…I thought you were going to take it easy…"

"Goodness John, you need to take it easy. You're hurt," Torrie lectured.

"I haven't been doing anything, I've been at the hospital for 3 hours" John told.

Torrie's eyes lightened over his answer to his whereabouts. "What? Hospital…you never said?" she suddenly questioned.

"Well I didn't know about it, till after you left. Waste of time anyways" John spoke.

Torrie glanced at John before she softly sighed, she turned around. "There was no call, or message I would have come back" she said.

"Well I thought it would be good for you to spend the afternoon with Lilian. I didn't want to interrupt your day"

Torrie rubbed her neck getting a little upset. "…Right, okay"

"Tor…"

Torrie removed her gaze from her heel boots, "So how did you get there? Did you call a cab, drive one handed?" Torrie snapped slightly.

John shook his head, "No, Phil came with me"

Torrie glanced at the wall briefly before she shot another question. "Phil?"

"Yes you know, Cm Punk. Your movie buddy from last night" Cena explained.

"Oh, okay" Torrie turned away.

She bent down to pick up my shopping bags, frustrated. The blonde threw them on the couch. She started to take each clothing out of the bags. Folding them in a pile in silence.

The cold silence from his girlfriend, told John that something was bothering her.

"Tor, everything okay?" Cena asked.

"Sure" Torrie opened the kitchen door, with a little more force. She yanked a draw open. She grabbed the scissors from the draw slamming it shut. She walked back in, still in silence.

Torrie grabbed each tag on the clothing, cut it.

"Shouldn't you try them on first?" John asked.

Torrie cut the tag, before letting the pink dress fall from her fingers. She cut the tag of the white chiffon skirt, with a stern look on her face. It was the sudden silence from Torrie, that had John gazing with curiosity. Not only that, the object in Torrie's hands.

"Torrie, is something wrong?"

Torrie put the scissors back in the draw, before she started to fold the clothes carefully.

"Tor, why aren't you talking to me? Something is obviously wrong"

"Wrong? What would be wrong? No there's nothing wrong. I'm fine" Torrie said.

John knew at that point, there is definitely something wrong.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought we've been over this. I told you I didn't want to interputt your time with Lilian. It was pointless anyways"

"So you asked Phil to go instead. Obviously I'm not important, I don't matter when it comes to your injury. You'll rather choose him. That's fine, whatever" Torrie's hands firmly met her hips.

John looked at her, his lips breathed to speak. How does he answer that? "….Do you actually want me to answer that?"

Torrie mumbled, "Whatever"

"Torrie, I want you to stop and listen to how ridiculous you sound"

Torrie's lip drew apart, her eyes narrowed in frustration. She flickered her blonde hair off her shoulders. What had got into her?

Ever since she heard John had been at the hospital, she didn't know. She felt upset, pushed away. Maybe a little betrayed. Torrie wasn't quite sure. Her lips just kept spilling out words.

"Oh fine, I'm sorry if caring about the man you love is considered ridiculous"

John looked at her, he went on to say something but Torrie slammed the bedroom door.

What in the world has got into Torrie? John wondered. He and Torrie hadn't even had a disagreement, that's the one thing Cena loved. No fights, spats or arguments. It just made him feel miserable being in a bad mood.

Now suddenly, he returned back….Torrie was different.

Before John could go into the bedroom, Torrie came back out with a suit case. Slamming a pile of clothes on the couch. She started to fold them, with a frustrated breath through her lips.

"What are you doing?" John sighed.

"Oh me? Well I'm leaving."

"Leaving?"

Torrie nodded, piling her clothes in a case. "Yeah I'm going home, obviously I'm not needed or wanted so…we will be out of your way" Torrie aggressively put more clothes in the case.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?"

Torrie let her eyes roll, before flicking her eyelashes up at John. "Maybe you and Phil can share a hotel room together, since you let him help and not me…"

She held a summer dess in her fingers ready to pack it away.

John softly sighed, "Tor, will you just stop?" he grabbed the dress from her, his sudden movement made a pierce of pain got into his left arm.

Torrie's head lowered slightly as John turned around briefly. He took a soft breath through the sudden pain.

John turned back to Torrie, "Torrie…"

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"Because there was no point, alright its not a big deal"

"No, John! Not a big deal is making mistake or not turning up. When it involves a hospital! That is a big deal!"

"Ok I'm starting to think you're mad at something"

Torrie started clapping her hands together. "Oh yes, good for you!"

"What is wrong with you?"

Torrie just shot a glare from her eyes towards John. "Oh you know what, you just don't get it" she muttered walking off to the kitchen.

She gulped a glass of water, to try and calm herself down but it wasn't working.

Torrie felt the sudden emotion bubbling in her like a cauldron.

"I'm sorry for going to the hospital without you, letting you worry for absolutely no reason, does that make it better?" John asked, his hands meeting his hips.

Torrie looked at him, she could tell his so called apology was not all truthful. He didn't have a single idea why she was upset. That just made it worse.

"You don't have a single clue do you?" Torrie snapped.

"I was there John! Last night I saw you get absolutely, utterly destroyed!"

John started to listen, while his eyes gazed at the wall.

"Okay I saw what happened!…and more.." she almost let out the other events but Torrie managed to keep that buried. It sure would explain her sudden attitude.

"No! John look at me. Get your damn eyes off the wall!" Torrie snapped.

Cena listened, he softly breathed turning back to his upset girlfriend. He couldn't see why? He hated to see Torrie upset but he tried to put the puzzle together for the reason why? John didn't have it all figured out.

"I was there…" her words faded, Torrie's gaze turned to the side of her before she looked back up at John, the front blonde curls flickered.

"I saw what happened, how can I be there for you if you don't tell me things"

Before John could even breathe a single word.

"Oh this my dress, I wonder whose blood that is" Torrie threw her white lace, ruined dress at John. It brushed his chest before lying on the floor at his feet.

"Tor.." Torrie just spun her heel, and rushed into the bedroom.

John's eyes closed, lowering his head too when he heard the door close.

Cena understood now, but the damage was done.

….

Torrie leaned her back against the closed door, she whimpered feeling the tears rising in her eyes. She felt upset, betrayed, pushed away like John was standing alone, by his own choice.

She had been there in the darkest hour, last night. Why would he push her out now? Even if he wasn't. The sudden affect that Torrie had felt, surely felt that way.

Torrie walked to the bed, she sat down on bed. Her head flew in her hands. Blonde curls fell forwards covering the tears, that had fell down from her eyes.

As she cried softly alone, Torrie didn't notice the door had opened. She just kept her head buried in her hands. Both hands on each side of her head.

John stared at Torrie, he didn't want to see her upset. It hurt him so he would try and comfort her. Even if she pushes away, he'd still try.

John sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Sweetheart, come here" John softly muttered.

Torrie felt the comfort, she allowed John to bring her into his embrace.

Her tears fell on his chest, while he stroked her hair doing all he can to comfort her.

Torrie bit her lip gently, her lashes blinked down. A tear fell on her cheek.

"I'm sorry" she uttered.

John stroked her hair gently, with his fingers sitting beside her.

"I've just been so worried about you all day" Torrie whispered, lifting her hand ton land comfortably on his chest.

"It just makes me love you more, when you're being silly and overdramatic" John spoke.

Torrie's eyes lowered, like a strike of lightning. She realised what Cena had said. Torrie glanced up at him, "What?" seconds later, she stood up on her heels.

John deeply breathed, "Oh god what now?"

Torrie spun back, glaring a fire in her eyes. "You!"

John stood up, "Me? What have I done now?" John asked.

Torrie didn't answer, she just stormed back into the living room. John perked his head up at the ceiling, deeply sighing. He followed Torrie, trying to make whatever has gone wrong, right.

John came back In the living room, Torrie was sitting on the couch firmly swinging one leg over the other. It felt a little hard to believe, she had tears falling from her eyes. Torrie Wilson, was definitely going through the emotions.

Almost too many emotions.

Torrie stood up from the couch, she walked a few steps came in front of John.

The honey blonde stood there, face to face with her man.

"So now are you just not going to talk me?"

Torrie gazed at him, narrowed eyes. Same eyes, that normally such a light of love for him. Not at this moment.

Instead of answering, Torrie just brushed past him. The Boise Babe's heels were wearing out the carpet, since she didn't stay in one place.

John stood in the living room, he watched Torrie kneel down at the mini bar fridge.

"So it's the silent treatment is it?" he asked.

Torrie kneeled In silence, she opened the fridge grabbing handful of mini acohol drinks. She went for another handful emptying the fridge.

"You do know I have pay for that"

Torrie grabbed the last handful, standing back up. "Yep, I fancy a drink"

"That's one hell expensive drink"

Torrie flicked her blonde ringlets, holding the mini bottles. "Well since I'm a silly, overdramatic I thought I might as well empty the fridge….make them think I drunk all these bottles"

John looked at her. "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge"

Torrie swirled her tongue "Well I fancy…these..drinks" she glanced at the labels of the bottles, she had no idea what they were.

"Torrie, seriously" John sighed.

"No, you know being silly, overdramatic. You know what actually I don't want these"

"So you'll be putting them back?"

Torrie strutted to the kitchen sink, clipped open the bottle poured it down the sink. John just watched on, speechless.

"Okay I get it, you're mad just tell me what I have to do to make it right"

Torrie looked at him, before she slowly tipped the second bottle down the sink.

"Seriously? Torrie enough"

"Oh yeah you're right, I keep the rest for later on today" Torrie put the mini bottles in her purse. John rubbed his temple turning away, he sat down on the couch watching television.

Torrie tucked a clump of her blonde hair behind her ear. She walked to the couch, took the remote and changed the channel. John turned his head towards her.

"I was watching that"

"Yeah well I want to watch Two and Half Men" Torrie held onto the remote.

"It's the episode from this morning"

Torrie just flicked her blonde hair, going back to the silence. Keeping her eyes on the television screen. John just leaned his head back on the rest, closing his eyes a second later.

Every relationship has its issues and problems. Cena was beginning to notice that with his relationship with Blonde Beauty, Former WWE Torrie Wilson.

…..

Torrie and John sat on the couch, they weren't cuddling. A distance had been created, a small one but it started to feel. Thousand miles apart. There was moments, each felt inside they wanted to reach their hands together… but nothing happened.

The distance was still there.

John had tried once, to put his hand on Torrie's knee. She just kept her eyes on the TV. Grabbed his hand, put it back on his own. Cena tried to built a bridge but Miss Wilson wasn't having any of it.

They were sitting there, in silence. No closeness, no cuddle. No kiss, not even a smile. Like a wall was between them. It was more Torrie, than John the silence was coming from.

John rubbed his temple softly, he then stood up from the couch. "Okay I've had enough"

Torrie's eyes slowly rolled up to her boyfriend.

"Look I think you're taking this overboard, with the silent treatment"

Torrie sprang up to her heels, her hands met her hips. "Oh you do?"

John looked at Torrie, he saw the look in her eyes. He took a mini step back, losing the confidence. "Well…Well I kinda…said I think…."

Torrie eyed him before she slowly walked away.

"Torrie, I don't know what you want to say? I'm sorry I went to the hospital without telling you but there wasn't any point….nothing was found out"

Torrie's hair whipped around, venting out "It doesn't matter! Doesn't matter if they did give you some kind of light of the injury. it's the fact you didn't tell me! After everything that happened last night! You didn't tell me! You left me in the dark! Me!"

"Oh yeah! Trust me I remember. The match you came out nowhere. I haven't even mentioned that with you, let it slide….you could have been in some real trouble Torrie!"

Torrie's lashes lifted up, hearing his voice rise. "So you think I care? All I care and love is you! You're the one thing that matters!"

"So why are you yelling at me for?"

"Because you didn't tell me! You pushed me out! Being your stupid, proud self!"

John shook his head in confusion. "No…I didn't. Goodness sake Torrie!"

"If I didn't ask you where you were, you wouldn't have told me!"

"That's because there was no point! God sake you're making it sound like I ordered a plane ticket behind your back, set you back home! No…I'm letting you come to the arena tonight!" John shouted back.

He tried not to start a argument with Torrie, but the tension rose on. The silence just made it worse and worse as the time ticked by.

"You didn't tell me! Anything could have happened. You just don't get it. You have no a single idea what it feels like! I've been worried sick about you!"

"How I am supposed to help you, if you don't tell me things!"

"You make it hard to stand by you"

"You think I want this? You think this isn't tearing me apart. I'm happy you're here Torrie" John paused to lower his gaze to the floor.

"But part of me wishes you wasn't" John snapped.

Torrie glanced at John, her eyes were full of tears. She and John haven't had a single argument in 12 years they have known each other. Not even a single issue, now due to John's injury…they were in an argument now.

Torrie caught her breath, "Well if I'm so much of a burden I won't even be here!" Torrie screamed, she ran out of the room.

"Tor…rie I didn't mean…." John's pleas were drowned out, when the door slammed shut after the crying blonde ran out after their fight.

John's hands covered his mouth, blinking down thinking of what just happened. He should have worded the last sentence differently. He wishes Torrie wasn't here, because he wasn't completely himself.

"Damn it" Cena muttered.

He knew Torrie was angry, but he tried to avoid the argument. It didn't work.

John did go near the door, to go after Torrie but he then thought she may need time to cool off. John walked into the bedroom, he collapsed his back lying on the bed.

Breathing in softly, his eyes flickered to the ceiling fan. He wasn't angry, John started to feel concern when a similar feeling started to rise within him.

As he lied there, his chest rose through the black t shirt he had on.

John remembered this feeling oh so well, he was worried. His life with Torrie would suffer same fate….. as his marriage to his high school sweetheart. Liz.

They were very much in love, found happiness creating a future together but the time went by issues, spats happened, then the fights, the arguments. The secrets, the lies….the betrayal. It all just in the end fell to pieces.

There was no way back, can't recover from. It had come to the end of the line. John's separation with his wife, then went wildfire on the media. He may have made progress in his divorce, the papers hadn't been filed yet.

But there wasn't any chance of him getting back with Elizabeth. John Cena stated his marriage was "irretrievable broken"

If anything, his fallen pieces of marriage bought him a new light in form of Torrie Wilson. She had been the friend he leaned on, then they found love in each other. The path had lead them to each other.

John had always felt something special for Torrie, but things seem to get in the way. Marriages, engagements, boyfriends, retirements, never felt a good time. Once they got close, he began to feel fear of being with another woman, after being hurt before.

To a point where it tears you deep inside to the out, until there's nothing left. Torrie had given him a break. His heart a break, she didn't break his heart.

At the time, John felt scared, may be wrong that he may just make a mistake but Torrie had shown him exactly the right path. Some things he couldn't smile away, worries he couldn't disguise.

Torrie and John had found love, taking the risk. She had nursed the break, he felt happy. They had already shared so many lovely memories. Torrie understood John's dedication to wwe, not once has she complained to him.

John couldn't be happier. He may love her more than he's ever loved anyone. He really doesn't want the relationship to suffer the same fate.

That is very last thing, John Cena would want.

Lose the heart of Torrie.

….

Torrie kept her head down, tears were lying behind her eyes. She didn't even know where she was going. After the argument with John, she just kept walking on. Keeping her head down, she ended up bumping into a black haired woman.

Torrie's hands covered her mouth, when the woman's belongings strewed across the floor. "God I'm so sorry" Torrie kneeled, helped her with her things.

"It's okay," she noticed the tears risen in the blonde's eyes.

"Are you okay Torrie?"

Hearing her name, she lifted her head to see WWE Diva, Layla El kneeling with her.

"I'm Layla, I don't know if you remember me?" The English rose asked.

Torrie helped with the very few things. "Layla, of course I remember you"

Layla smiled. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Torrie lied, the tears in her eyes was telling a different story.

"Do you want to get a coffee in the lobby?" Layla asked.

A soft grin surfaced on Torrie's face. "Id love too"

The New Diva's Champion sensed, Torrie needed someone to talk too.

Layla bought a tray to the small table, two hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows.

"Thanks Layla" Torrie smiled taking one of the cups.

Torrie kept her head lowered, she put a spoonful of cream in her mouth.

"So call me crazy, but you seem upset about something?" Layla asked.

Torrie deeply breathed, eating a small marshmellow. "Yeah, I had a fight with John"

"John?"

"Yeah, stupid silly fight" Torrie sighed, with her elbow on the table. Her fingers was massaging her forehead.

"I never knew you and Laurinaitis were a….couple?"

Torrie looked up from her hot chocolate, she scoffed a slight giggle in shock.

"What? No"

Layla looked confused.

"John….Cena, my boyfriend" Torrie explained.

Layla blinked "You and John are dating"

"Yes, we've been dating for 5 months"

"Oh! I never knew that! God I probably gonna feel like I've been living under a rock!"

Torrie giggled softly "Yeah we are dating, I still think we are together…" The Belle looked to the table.

"So why did you fight?"

Torrie sighed trying to think of what had happened. "Let's just say, his injury just arose issues. I'm trying to be the devoting girlfriend, and he just making it difficult"

Layla slowly nodded her head. "Oh I've been there"

"Really?"

"Well I haven't been in your shoes, kind of John's shoes. I had a very bad knee injury"

"Oh well at least you made it" Torrie smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, but I lost my love along the way."

"What do you mean?"

Layla murmured her lips together. "I was with Cody Rhodes for 3 years, and we were happy until I got struck down with an injury. He was trying to be there for me, but I just fell in a deep hole…and In the end. He couldn't take anymore…"

"Oh I'm sorry…"

Layla smiled softly "Thanks but, the worst thing is being struck with the injury. You're worried that this could be it. Having someone you love worry about you…and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You can't take the concern away…no matter how you try"

Torrie looked at Layla. "Well John doesn't know if he's injured yet."

"That's what makes it worse, you don't know which way its going to turn"

"I know, I'm so worried about him. I'll be happy if he does come home….but I know it will tear him apart and I'm trying to keep on smiling but its so hard to pretend"

"I know my advice is small, but Torrie. You may be worried but its worse for John. Not only is he worried about the injury, frustrated he's worried for you too"

Torrie listened to Layla, she gulped down the rest of her hot chocolate. "Thank you Layla"

She stood up on her heels, and went back to the hotel room. She wanted to resolve this now! She had to find John.

Torrie opened the door, she brushed in the room. Closing the door using the back of her hand.

Torrie flickered her blonde hair, as her head moved. "John!" she called. She walked into the centre of the room. He wasn't in the living room.

"John" Torrie called again.

"Baby I'm so sorry…." Torrie spoke, aloud searching for him.

Torrie let out a soft breath, with her heart beating a little faster in her chest. She continued to search for John, but he wasn't there.

Torrie opened the bedroom door, her heart fluttered softly when she saw John lying down on the bed. "John" she spoke gently, but he didn't move or reply.

Torrie stepped closer, she saw John's chest rise up and down. Along with his stomach through his black t shirt. His eyes were closed. John had fallen back asleep.

Torrie sat down on the bed, she gazed at him watching the gentle breath pass through his frame. Torrie smiled sadly, feeling upset about their fight.

Torrie gazed at his sleeping frame. She saw his arm was draped across his midsection. His other hand was lying on the bed.

She gently touched his cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm…just so sorry" Torrie emotionally muttered.

This new batch of feelings, already made an effect. Torrie felt like she was losing control of her emotions.

Torrie lowered her head, looking at the sleeping John Cena. Her fingertips brushed on his left arm. "I just love you so much, more than anything. I don't know why…I snapped…I…" Torrie paused, not knowing the reasons of her actions.

Her touch, stirred John. His arm moved from his midsection lying beside his body still breathing. She stood back up from the bed.

John's eyes flickered open, sitting up he saw Torrie standing there.

"Torrie…"

"John…I…" she paused, as he was sitting up on the bed. His sapphire blue eyes were gazing at her. The moment rose the magic surrounding the room.

"I didn't mean…" John uttered, he saw the clock on the wall. He had to be at the arena in less than an hour. He had to be there to get more tests, medical appointment.

"I've got to get to the arena," John bluntly spoke.

"Now?" she simply asked.

"Yes, I've got to get more tests. Have to be there early" John spoke, he must have dozed off asleep when he was full of mindful thoughts.

He and Torrie were so close to making up, but something came in the way.

"Okay" Torrie looked to the floor.

John walked out of the bed room, Torrie followed him a little behind. John slipped his black jacket. Torrie watched on, fiddling with her golden locks. They weren't arguing, or in silence. It was the typical, very few words between the two.

"John…"

John turned to Torrie, no grin or warmth in his expression. "I Haven't got time for this, I'm sorry I upset you…"

"John, I…" Torrie stepped forward.

John just turned his head away before making his way towards the door. "Are you coming or staying here?"

Torrie bit her lip gently, before her fingertips massaged together. A sad grin on her face "Coming with you"

"Okay" John just walked out, not even waiting for her.

Torrie stepped closer, she turned back to her purse. With John out of the room, she zipped her purse. She took the full unopened mini bottles, put them back in the fridge. Torrie grabbed her black jacket, slipped it on as she left the room.

Torrie ran a few steps, catching up with Cena.

The silence just killed them both.

…..

Feeling the breeze of the wind blow in her face, she and John walked out to the parking lot, they weren't holding hands or John didn't have his arm around her shoulder.

Not a single embrace. Torrie looked like she was a stalker, following John.

Tucking a clump of her hair behind her ear. "Shall we get a chauffeur?" Torrie asked. Attempting to get a chuckle from John.

He didn't even look at her. "Catch" Torrie felt shocked, John actually let her drive.

Cena wasn't caring enough. He was going to let her drive.

Torrie clicked the button on the car, John just got in the passenger seat. Torrie lowered her head slightly, "Okay"

Torrie opened the car door, as she went to get in the car. She hit her head on the car. "Oww!" Torrie yelped.

John glanced over "Are you alright?"

Torrie rubbed her head. "Yeah…not concussed," a tiny smile was on her face, after John's concern, but it didn't have it resolve. His eyes just turned away.

Torrie gazed at John briefly before she turned the key in the engine, Torrie flickered through the radio stations. She stopped on Lana Del Rey song "Blue Jeans"

I will love you till the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise you'll remember that you're mineBaby can you see through the tears?Love you moreThan those bitches beforeSay you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll rememberI will love you till the end of time

As Torrie drove the arena, the distance between her and John just got worse. They both seem to want the same thing. Torrie would glance over, then back to the road. John would turn too, as she's looking at the road.

Torrie turned the steering wheel, listening to the next song on the radio. Her mind was like it was sitting in the back seat of the car.

"Come on, say something. Anything! Say you're sorry. Listen To Your Heart like you've done before…."

Torrie's eyes flickered to the side, looking at John. She took a breath to speak, but where would she start? Sorry for having a mini meltdown…make a joke about his car….what would she say?

Torrie sighed turning back to the road, driving up the road to the arena where Monday Night Raw would be held.

Torrie & John wanted to make this right, But neither of them, spoke to settle through this storm. Words they both wanted to say.

"Love You" "I'm sorry"

These words were left unspoken.

…...

Torrie and John were in his locker room, Torrie was flicking through her book. She only reads if she was bored. Since they weren't speaking, her fingertips were on the bottom of the book.

She had been listening to her ipod, while John was getting ready for the show.

John opened his locker door, behind Torrie as she sat on the bench. The sound of locker annoyed her. She swirled her tongue on her lip, continuing to read.

"So are we going to talk? Or am I going to keep reading?" Torrie asked.

John placed his green cap on his head. "Keep reading" he bluntly told.

Torrie sighed, she just hated the silence. She'd give anything for her and John to keep smiling, and kissing right now. She'd even make love to him now if it meant they weren't fighting "John…"

"I haven't got time, I have to get to the trainers room"

"What are they going to do?" Torrie asked interested.

"Tests" he spoke, opening a locker room door behind her putting his silver watch in it.

"Well…what kind of tests?" she asked.

"I don't know, see you later"

Due to his icy reception towards her, Torrie started to feel the frustration again. She closed her book, standing on her heels.

John turned back to look at her, "Are you going to be okay?"

Torrie just gazed through him, as he stood in his wrestling green attire. Consisting his blue knee length jeans, green "Rise Above Hate" shirt. 4 wristbands, two on each wrist, armband, his green baseball cap on his head. His dog tag chain was visible under his shirt, at his back of his neck.

"Do you care?" folding her arms.

John just looked, rolling his eyes to the side "Fine" he didn't want or need this. So he chose to leave.

"John…"

The door just closed, leaving Torrie alone in the locker room. The blonde just groaned out loud, burying her head in her hands sitting on the bench.

The storm was still distancing Torrie & John. Can the light that bought them together settle, stop the storm of destroying it all?

Deep in heart, Torrie truly hoped so.

….

After some medical tests, John Cena had found out that his arm wasn't broken or torn. Every muscle from his shoulder down to his arm had been strained. It was still a painful injury to have but he wasn't being sent home.

There was no structural damage, at least that was some good.

Chris, WWE Doctor looked at the Superstar as he climbed off the bench after the tests. He had finally got his result.

"Well I thought you would be happy" Chris said.

"I can send you home if you like?"

John shook his head, sighing. He had a black swing nursing his left arm "No, I am happy. I get to do what I love to do….thanks doc" he left

Cena walked down the corridor not smiling, he took a breath opening his locker room door. He saw Torrie sitting on the bench. He closed the door.

Feeling his presence, Torrie turned her head. Her heart sank when she saw the black sling carrying his left injured arm, wrapped around the back of his neck.

Torrie bit her lip gently, looking at John "Oh Gosh…" her heart just wanted to run over, and hug him.

"You wanna know or yell at me?" John asked, bluntly.

Torrie looked at him. "I wanna know"

"It's strained, every muscle got to wear this thing for few weeks" John told, barely making glancing at Torrie.

Torrie stood up from the bench, she hands rested on her elbows. Sadness lying behind her eyes. She softly let her head nod "Oh"

John sat down on the bench, his movement made the sling come lose. He tried to do himself but John was having trouble.

Torrie gazed at John, while he tried to tighten the sling. Her heels clicked "Here let me" Torrie sat beside him, John let his other arm rest aside. Torrie re tighten the sling helping John.

Brushing her fingers on the black sling, John's eyes lowered feeling the gentle touch from the blonde.

"There we go" she clipped the inside button, keeping the sling up so it can nurse his arm.

Torrie let her fingers collide with his, she leaned closer. "John. I'm sorry…" she muttered tears in her eyes.

John just touched her cheek with his hand, he and Torrie's lips pressed together.

"Me too" John softly told. "I don't want to fight with you Torrie"

Torrie shook her head, gazing in his beautiful blue eyes. "No me neither,"

John gently smiled, kissing Torrie.

"I just want to look after you, I felt like you were….pushing me away….silly I know…"

John chuckled softly "Whoa, whoa you said that. Not me"

Torrie smiled, hugging John wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

John shook his head. "No," he and Torrie stood up.

"For what its worth," John gently held her cheek with his the palm of his hand. Her eyelashes blinked down, smiling beautiful dimples.

"I won't ever push you away. Tor, I love you too much to do that" he told gazing in her eyes.

Torrie twinkled her smile. She and John kissed, the door knocked disturbing the kiss.

John groaned "I swear I am going to get a bolt lock"

Torrie giggled, while John walked over and answered the door. Torrie waited to see who it was, she saw John stand there talking to someone, greeting with a grin.

Her smile faded slowly when she saw the suited man, COO Triple H standing there.

Maybe the storm was not over.

…...

End Of Chapter 4, Hope you all enjoyed it! Well at least Torrie/John made up in the end! :P Thank You for all the sweet reviews! Keep them coming!

Raw Note-I just love John Cena, he is going through personal hell with his divorce and how he can still put on a show is amazing! He still had me giggling all the way through at the end.

John Laurainatis is going to get his ass kicked this Sunday, so far back in time! Cant wait for the match, I hope John beats the holy hell out of the GM. Laurinatis deserves it! After what he did to Big Show! So unfair.

Anyways enough Reaction from me.

Bye-Bye. Xoxo

Chapter 5-Triple H asks Torrie/John if they will become a couple on TV. John pours his heart out to Torrie, after he was concerned about their fight.