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Last night, sitting outside on the picnic table at the hospital, John decided it would be best if he just went on home. He felt that Randy had been put through enough hell to last a lifetime, and that it would be for the best if Randy didn't have to see him again. John felt as if there was no way that Randy would ever forgive him. He just knew in his heart, their marriage could be over.
It was a little past one in the morning when John arrived back at their home. John never realized what time it was, all he knew was that Randy was not with him, and that hurt like hell. After sitting outside in the car for what felt like forever, John finally got up enough strength to go inside. He didn't want to be in their home without Randy.
The only time John and Randy were in their home without each other, was when one of them were in different cities or states. When ever John was at home without Randy. He would place one of Randy's shirts on Randy's pillow, holding it, just so he could fall asleep, imagining that Randy was by his side. On this night though, things were very different. Randy wasn't in another state or city, Randy was laying in a hospital, and by John's own hands.
Unlocking the door, and with a very heavy heart, John made his way into their married home. He laid his car keys and wallet on the table beside the door. Taking a look around, he sighed deeply. God he hated this, hated how empty the house felt. Even when they were in separate towns, it never felt this empty.
John walked slowly up the stairs, to his and Randy's bedroom. He paused, seeing the door was opened, taking a few steps closer he looked in. John backed up to the hallway wall and sank to the floor, bending his knees up to his chest. Looking at their bedroom in horror, he could still see an outline of the chain, a bloody outline.
As plain as day, John could make out link , by link of that chain, every last link that was inside of Randy. He seen Randy's ripped pajama bottoms and the blood stained sheets. He seen the key to the chains that bound Randy's wrist, still lay on the floor, where it had fallen beneath their bed.
John sat in the hallway for what felt like hours. Finally when sleep started to draw him under, he stood up. On shaky legs, John made his way down two flights of stairs to the den. He decided to sleep in one their guest bedrooms. It was not one of John's favorite rooms, but it would do. John felt that room was far enough away, from the room of terror upstairs.
There was no way right now, he could walk back inside of that room. He didn't know if he ever could again. Even though their clothes were in there, he would get new ones, if he had too. Walking over to the bed, John didn't even bother to take off his clothes, or pull back the covers before lying down. John had a hard time falling asleep. He was alone without Randy, and could not find enough courage to go back in that room and get Randy's shirt or pillow.
Sometime later, John woke up in a cold sweat, screaming Randy's name. He jumped up running to the bathroom, he vomited again. This time it was dry heaves, he hadn't eaten in hours. Hell, John couldn't remember when he did eat last. Knowing that he hurt his Baby, he would probably never eat again. In John's nightmare, Randy had left him. That's all it took to wake John up screaming, feeling the reality of the dream. He cried out so loudly, it hurt his own ears.
Finishing up in the bathroom, John went back out to the guest room. Grabbing his cell phone, he laid back down on the blanket covered bed. John opened his cell phone, wanting to call randy so badly, just wanting to hear his voice. Gently the cell phone fell from his hand onto the floor. Somehow, John had fallen asleep again, while he was staring at a picture of his and Randy's wedding day. He could not sleep with the light off. Every time the darkness came, so did those horrid flashbacks.
John woken again, he was startled from a restless sleep. He thought he was dreaming, this time a peaceful dream. John was dreaming he heard 'voices' , Randy's ringtone. Looking around, John began to urgently look for his cell phone, becoming very aware that he was not dreaming. Finally finding what he was looking for, John opened the phone, pushing the send button.
"Hello?" John answered hopefully. "Hey Dimples, are you going to bust me out of here or what?" Randy said softly into the phone. John was floored, he could not believe that Randy was calling him, let alone still calling him by his pet nickname. It took a second for John to respond.
"Dimples? are you there?" Randy asked when John didn't respond. "Yeah Baby I'm here? I'm..I.." John tried to respond to Randy. "It's ok Dimples. Where are you?" Randy asked.
"I'm at home. I'm so sorry Baby." John replied. "I know, Can you come and get me. I don't want to be here anymore. We need to talk about what happened. I want to be in our home when we do that, OK?" Randy asked.
John could not believe his ears, he started to cry. With a quivering voice, "I will be right there baby." John had responded. As fast as he could, John ran all the way upstairs.
This time finding the courage, he went into that room. As fast as he could, running over to the closet, John grabbed Randy some clothes to change into. Running back downstairs to the front door, John grabbed his wallet and car keys. Not even bothering to change the clothes that he had slept in, John ran out the door to his car. With a smile on his face, John drove as fast as he safely could, to get his Randy. His Baby,was coming home.
Somehow, John made it safely to the hospital? He parked the car and ran as fast as he could to Randy's room. This time though, he was careful not to run anyone over. John stopped dead right outside of the door. Knocking softly, he waited for a response. John got that response less than half a second later.
"John, Is that you?" Randy asked. "please be you" Randy thought to himself. He needed to see John so bad, even though he was still kind of afraid, Randy still needed his Dimples. Silently praying, Randy prayed the man that walked through that door, was still his John.
Randy's prayers were answered, when John walked into the room. Walking slowly over to Randy, John took one look at him and started to cry. Randy seen those tears falling down John's face. "Hey Dimples." Randy went to say something more. Before he could though, John dropped to his knees.
"Please Baby forgive me? I swear before God, I do not remember doing what I did to you while I was doing it!" John begged. "PLEASE! I am so fucking sorry!" John cried out loudly. John sobbed so hard, there was no way he could go on speaking.
Tenderly, Randy touched the top of John's head. Feeling that touch, John moved away from Randy. John felt as if he did not deserve Randy's touch. Randy sensed this and gently he reached out to John. "Dimples...John?" Randy asked. Randy was trying so hard to get John's attention. "Look at me, John, please?" Randy begged.
Several moments later, John looked up into those gray blue eyes. Randy melted, seeing the empathy, the hurt, the love in those eyes that looked back at him. Randy knew in that little blip in time, he was right, something, or someone was fucking with their lives.
John finally trusted himself to touch Randy. John, so confused and bewildered about what caused him to hurt his husband, gently touched Randy's hand. It was in that touch, John realized, he and Randy would make it through this hell.
"I know that...Damn it!" Randy said loudly. John had jumped at the tone of Randy's voice. "I know that something is not right here." Randy said softer. "I can never forget what you did to me, but I know, somehow, it was not you. John, I feel it in my heart that you love me, that you would never hurt me like this, not on purpose. I forgive you Dimples. Please, Dimples, let's go home?"
It was sometime later, after breakfast, they still waiting for Randy to be released. John was sitting in a chair by Randy's bed. John could not believe that Randy forgave him. He was so thankful, every once in a while a happy tear would run down his face. Of course this would concern Randy and he would ask John if he was alright. Then John would only cry harder.
John couldn't believe that Randy was worried about him, it should be the other way around. Randy and John were holding hands looking into each others eyes. The next knock they heard, was about to change their lives even more.
Dr. Sabin and two policeman came into the room. The policeman were dressed in street clothes. They showed Randy and John their badges. "John Cena?" one of the officers asked. Randy sat up in his bed, as best as he could. Randy's body still hurt badly, but he still tried to be John's protector.
"John, I have the results of your blood test back. The test came back negative. That leads me to believe, you knew what you were doing when you assaulted your husband." Dr. Sabin said straight forwardly. "John Cena, by the request of your employer Vince McMahon, we are not going to handcuff you, but you need to come with us." one of the policemen said.
Randy and John both, gasped at the same time. This was something Randy did not see coming, even though John knew it was a possibility. Randy had told the doctor's and police from the very beginning, he didn't want to press charges against John. It became very clear to Randy they were not listening.
"Wait! Stop! I told the doctors and police I was not going to press charges." Randy cried out. John could see the vein on the side of Randy's neck start to bulge out, he knew Randy was about to go off. Wanting to try to calm Randy down, John tried to reason with him.
"Baby? It's alright. I will go with them, I hurt you baby. I deserve to rot for what I did to you." John cried as he said it. "NO JOHN! you didn't know what you were doing! We both know that!" Randy yelled out. He did not want John going to jail. "Please don't arrest him." Randy begged the police. "John really did not know what he was doing, please? One night alone without him was enough." Randy cried. He starting to break down.
"I'm sorry Mr. Orton but we have a job to do." the policeman said. Taking John by the arm, they lead him over to the door. Randy was not going to let them take his husband without a fight. Forgetting the pain he was in, Randy jumped up out of bed. He ripped the IV out of his arm, and the monitor wires off. Taking the IV and monitor stand, Randy threw it across the room.
"I..said..I..do not..want him..arrested!" Randy screamed out trying to get to John. He was still weak from loss of blood and almost fell on his way to John. Doctor Sabin caught Randy before he could hit the floor. John could not believe his eyes. Randy was about to go full blown viper on the police.
"Baby? please calm down. I will be ok?" John asked fearing that Randy would be arrested. Dr. Sabin feared this also, doing the only thing he could think of, he pulled out a syringe. He injected the sedative into Randy's upper arm.
The policeman that was not holding onto John, helped Dr. Sabin get Randy back into the bed. "Randy!" John cried out again. "It's time to go down to the station. John Cena, you are under arrest for the rape and assault of Randy Orton." the officer said, then read John his rights.
John took one last look at Randy. Tears were falling silently down John's face, as he followed the police down the hall.
What John and Randy didn't know was that Cody heard the whole thing. Cody was smiling widely. He was so happy, with John finally out-of-the-way, it would be easier to get to Randy.
Cody knew that Randy forgave John, but he was about to change all of that...
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