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Chapter 7

I had stayed at Jon's for 2 nights. I knew I had to go back home, I had to go back to my corner the only problem was…I didn't want to go back, I didn't want to go back to the harsh reality of my damaged teenage life.

Instantly Me and Jon clicked, We had great chemistry and our life style was quite similar.

Jon had whipped us both up a decent breakfast. Chocolate chip Pancakes and a mug of Hot chocolate. We sat on his torn up Sofa as we ate. There had been one question that I'd wanted to ask Jon since the night he first found me battered in the alley. Why did he care? Why did he want to help me?

As we finished up eating and placed as plates on the floor, I knew this was good timing to ask him.

"Jon…Can I ask you something?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yeah sure, Ask away kiddo!" He smiled.

His smile sent butterflies straight to my tummy. "Why?.. Why do you care so much? Jon, really. Why are you doing this?"

He was a bit taken back by my sudden question.

"I know what it's like to live out on the streets and it's no place for a beautiful young girl like yourself. I know I don't know you that well or anything but friendship starts somewhere…and this is where ours starts…" He nodded as he scratched the back of his neck.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, His words were so powerful. Without fully thinking I threw my arms around his muscular frame. I couldn't help but get my tear stains on his white top. "Thank you Jon…Thank you so much.." I managed to whisper.

I pulled myself away from the embrace and smiled at him. However I could see that there was something on his mind…something he wanted to ask me.

"So now that I answered one of your questions…how about you answer one of mine…" He said as he lit up a cigarette.

"Yeah sure, What do you want to ask?" I smiled.

"What's your story?..." And there it was. The question I dreaded.

My brain rattled to find an answer to his question.

"Well I'm 18, dropped out of school at 15. Raised myself for most my life." I took a deep breath and carried on. "Never met my Father and never want to, My mum left me when I was 15, Bitch ran off and married some Mexican drug dealer and left me here to defend for myself in the big bad world that we live in…."

Saying it all out loud actually made me chuckle at how pathetic my life was.

He nodded and blew the smoke out of his mouth.

"Impressive, Willow Grace."

"Now what's your backstory Jonathan…" I asked smirking as I said his full name.

"Well Miss Grace, I too am 18 years old. Been kicked out of every school in the area. Father got arrested, never met the guy. Mother is a crack head whore who only comes knocking when she wants something. Wrestling is my everything…"

"Impressive, Jonathan –" I tried copying what he had said to me after I told him my story but …I didn't know his second name.

He smirked. "Jonathan Good"

-oOo-

Tonight was Jon's tag team title shot. He grabbed his duffel bag and keys.

Jon walked over to the couch that Willow was resting on.

"Willow, I've got a match tonight so I won't be back till late, Me and a few of the guys are going for drinks afterwards. There's food in the kitchen and if you need anything give me a call, Okay?"

"Thanks Jon, Good luck tonight"! I shouted to him as he approached the door.

"Luck's for losers Kiddo!" I heard him shout back before he left.

While Jon was away out, I knew I had to get back to my corner. Although the thought of having a filthy stranger touch me made me sick, I had to make money for Levon otherwise he'd come find me and kill me….

-oOo-

'MOX' was the name printed on the back of Jon's wrestling trunks.

Jon Moxley, The crazy psychotic lunatic persona portrayed by Jonathan Good.

The Mox in Jon only ever came out when fighting in the ring.

Jon Moxley stood in the middle of a place where he truly felt at home….

A wrestling Ring.

Beside him was his best friend, his partner in crime, his tag team partner…Sami Callihan.

The bell rung and the match started.

-oOo-

Once again I stood at the corner. I wanted to get my shift over with and just go back to Jon's apartment. If knew sooner or later I'd have to go back to my own home. My rent was way overdue and the thought of being completely homeless haunted me.

A few drunks approached me now and then but most of them were way too drunk to know where they even where.

My corner was pretty close to the venue Jon was wrestling at. That's what scared me… I didn't want him to see me like this…I didn't want him to see what I really am…

An hour had passed and I still hadn't had a customer. Things were pretty quiet up until I heard a couple of drunks shouting at the other end of the street.

-oOo-

Jon and Sami staggered along the streets clearly intoxicated. Both men had their new tag titles wrapped around their waists. Their arms were flung around each others shoulders.

"Sami boy! W-We are the champions!" Jon chirped as he began to skip along the street.

"Jonathan Good! This calls for a celebration!" Sami slurred.

"You're damn right Sami boy! I say we pay a visit to that corner over there and see if there's any ladies to pleasure us, If you know what I mean!" Jon winked.

"Oh I know what you mean Jonny! Maybe we'll get a discount for being the champs!" Sami chuckled.

As they approached they noticed a figure standing at the corner wearing revealing clothes.

Both of their visions were pretty blurred making it hard for Jon to realise who the figure was.

The woman had her back to both men not knowing they were behind her.

"Hey Slut! Want to pleasure my boy Jon!" Sami asked tapping the woman's shoulder.

-oOo-

Finally I had a customer. I turned around to face the man.

My eyes widened at the sight of Jon clearly intoxicated and wrapped around the man who just spoke to me.

"J-Jon…" I gasped.

His face dropped.

"Oh you know my boy Jon! I bet you've fucked before eh!" Sami laughed patting Jon on the back.

"W-What the fuck are you doing standing at a corner dressed like that for W-Willow!" Jon spat clearly furious.

Words couldn't form in my mouth. He's seen me like this, He's seen what I really am, Who I really am…

Jon's friend clearly found the situation funny as he wouldn't stop laughing.

"Well shit this is awkward. Jon my boy I'll leave you to deal with your little friend. " Sami chuckled and patted Jon on the back before staggering ahead.

"So this is your little secret…" Jon sighed.