A/N: Here's another collaboration between myself & Tabs. Twenty reviews in 3 chapters! I'm touched! Thank you so much. Please, please continue to read AND review it. I appreciate feedback of all kinds. Remember that I own nothing but Mollie. There will probably be a few new characters show up later on in the story. Thanks again!
Three months later
Mollie came in to work, just as she had every day for the past three months. She loved her job, and that was the first time she had been able to say that in a long time. Even though, yes, it was just secretarial or receptionist work she did like the schedule, the people she worked with, and the paycheck and benefits didn't hurt either.
She sat down at her desk and checked her email. One particular email caught her eye – a new position opening up. It was for a talent relations coordinator, otherwise known as a personal assistant. She read through the qualifications – travel on the road with the superstars, scheduling their events and signings, coordinating photo shoots, etc.
"What the heck…" she said to herself. "I'll apply." She filled out the application and prepared her resume and emailed it upstairs to the HR department. "What do I have to lose?"
It took nearly the whole afternoon before she heard anything regarding the position. It was an off chance she'd even be asked for consideration, but her boss, the very same lady that found her answering phones on the day of her interview called her up to her office.
"Tomorrow we'll start going over your new procedures and getting your picture taken for different clearance badges," Barbara smiled.
"Thank you," Mollie could have been happier.
As she drove home, her grin proved how elated she was. But that grin soon changed when she looked through her mail. She had found that she was being summonsed to divorce court in three months time.
"Oh no…" Mollie said to herself as she plopped down on her couch. She didn't want to face Ben, but she knew she'd have no other choice. She decided that she would email her lawyer to let him know that she received the paperwork. Then, it dawned on her. How in the world would she be able to take off of work with this new job? She hadn't told anyone about her situation…about why a Mississippi girl ended up in Connecticut. She didn't want to blow the best thing that had happened to her in a long time. She called the only person she could…her mother.
"Hey baby girl," her mother answered the phone.
"Hey…" Mollie said.
"What's wrong?"
"I've gotta come home for court. I just got a notice from the lawyer today," Mollie informed her.
"The sooner this is over the sooner you can get on with your life," her mother said.
"I know that Momma, but I'm afraid to face him."
"He's not going to do anything to you if the SOB knows what's good for him. Plus, we'll be there. We want to see you," her mother said, the sadness in her voice.
"I miss you and Daddy too." Mollie sighed. "Look, Momma, I just don't know what to do. I need help."
"Alright, honey, what's the matter?" Her mother asked.
"Well, you know I found a job and I just got this huge promotion today and…" Mollie started.
"Oh sweetheart, a promotion, so soon? That's great!" Her mother seemed thrilled for her daughter.
"Thanks Momma, but they don't know about Ben or why in the world a girl from Mississippi is doing all the way out in Connecticut. I haven't talked to any one. How in the world am I supposed to handle all this and work too? I can't take time off." Mollie started to cry.
"Well, it's something they're going to have to know. You don't have to go into details with them, but I'm sure someone there will understand," her mother said. "Now, don't cry."
Mollie dried her tears and replied, "Yes ma'am. I'll talk to Barbara, my boss. She'll know what to do."
"That's my girl."
"I'll let you go Momma. I'm going to fix myself some supper, take a bath, and go to bed. I'll let you know what happens."
"Alright...I love you," her mother said.
"I love you, too. Goodnight!"
Mollie hung up the phone and thought for a moment. She thought it would be best to call Barbara instead of email her, so she looked her phone number up online and gave her a call.
"Hello?" Barbara answered.
"Miss Barbara, this is Mollie. I'm so sorry to call you at home...." Mollie started.
"It's alright dear, is everything alright?" Barbara replied.
"Do you have a moment?" Mollie asked.
"Sure..." she replied.
"This is going to be hard for me to say, so I'm just going to have to come right out with it. I've never told anyone at work why I came all the way to Connecticut from Mississippi," Mollie said and then took a deep breath. "I'm in the middle of a divorce right now. My husband was physically abusive with me, so I ran. I ran from Mississippi as fast as I could. I was scared for my life."
Barbara sat in stunned silence as she listened. No one could have guessed that their precious lifesaver Mollie came from such a troubled past.
"I'm so sorry," Barbara apologized.
"That's not all. As appreciative as I am of this new position, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take it now."
Barbara asked, "Why?"
"I must report home to Mississippi in three months for a hearing. It will be the first time I've seen my husband in three months, and I'm afraid."
"Honey, I'm sure that if Mr. McMahon knew of your situation he'd understand. He'd probably even do whatever he could to help...get you a lawyer...whatever!" Barbara said.
"No, no, that's alright. I have an attorney. I just..." Mollie sighed. "As much as I want the job, I can't take it." 'It seems Ben's found a way to ruin my life again without even knowing it.'
Barbara felt for the poor young woman. She sighed on her end. Then it struck her, she quickly looked at her work calendar that she always carried with him. "Mollie, I believe we have a solution."
"Miss Barbara, really..."
"No, now you listen." Barbara said. "It just so happens that in three months, the Raw roster has two house shows and Monday Night Raw from Memphis, TN. That's close to where you're from, right? I can speak with Mr. McMahon about getting your a personal detail for the time you're there. He'll understand after I briefly and mildly explain your situation to him."
Mollie thought for a minute and responded, "Thank you…"
Barbara smiled on her end. She could hear the relief in Mollie's voice. "Now, cheer up. We'll get this fixed. I don't want to lose you."
"Thank you," Mollie answered. "I don't know what to say."
Barbara added, "Get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."
"I will. Bye…"
Mollie hung up the phone and sighed. It still wasn't going to be easy, but she did feel a little better before going home. She decided to call her lawyer in the morning and get everything set up.
Meanwhile
John Cena returned to his now-empty home after another long stint on the road. It had been three months since he came home to find Liz in bed with another man. It was very hard to get that image out of his head. She had been calling and calling him, wanting to talk, but he just couldn't bring himself to talk to her.
Looking through his mail he tossed the junk in the garbage and left the bills for the morning. Too tired to care, he thought. He left his bags in the entry way when he had first entered the house and now brushed past them as he walked down the hall to his room, making a mental note to grab them later.
He flopped on the sheet-less bed and barely closed his eyes as he felt a sickening feeling wash over himself. He still couldn't bring himself to stay in that bed. Sighing, he sat up and headed across the hall to the guest room.
He had been sleeping there for the last three months. It's time to forget about it or sell this place, he thought as he started to formally doze off in the guest bed.
He woke up a few hours later to the harsh sound of someone or something pounding at the window.
"What the hell?" he said to himself as he stirred.
The pounding became more and more incessant. More and more unbearable. He finally woke up and looked outside his window to see Liz looking inside.
John didn't say a word. He immediately ran to the kitchen where sat the control panel for the outside sprinkler system. He flipped the switch to turn on the system, and waited for the inevitable scream.
Liz, still outside, screamed, "JOHN!"
He laughed as he let her fume for a few more minutes before he opened the door to find her out on the doorstep, soaking wet.
"Yeah…real mature," she spewed.
"What are you doing here?" he shot back.
"No, the real question should be what the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled as she pulled the divorce papers from her bag and threw them on the table.
John didn't say a word. He just met her cold eyes with a stare that went straight to her soul.
She asked again, "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious, Elizabeth? I come home and find you in bed with someone else. What did you expect me to do?" he asked.
"At least talk to me…give us a chance to work this out."
"What if I did? What if I did exactly what you wanted…forgive you and let you come running back…and then find you in the same position once again? No…Once a cheater always a cheater. Sign the damn papers and get the hell out of my house."
With a death glare that would put most military leaders to shame, Elizabeth Huberdaeu Cena signed on the dotted line forever releasing herself from the name Cena and all that was entitled to it. That is of course whatever had been decided in their prenuptial agreement.
John took back the papers and placed them in the envelope to be sent to his attorneys. "I'll be sure your attorney gets a copy to you." He snidely stated. "Take care." He smirked with no meaning behind his words whatsoever.
Liz turned on her heel, her blood boiling and marched back to her car, still dripping wet. She peeled out of the driveway, never looking back.
