Thank you for being so patient with me on this story. My computer decided to die on me and I barely had time to update my other story. I have gotten a new computer, so I will be trying to update regularly. Again, thank you for being patient. Let me know what you think!
"AJ, why don't we go for a walk?" Sam asked from behind John.
All's I could do was nod. Talking wasn't an option anymore. It was too hard, I couldn't break down in front of John's family and friends without them asking questions, and I was not about to answer any of them.
"Ash, what is going on?" she asked when we got far enough out of ear shot from everyone else.
"Nothing," I tried, "It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me Ashtyn Joy. I see how you cringe whenever someone calls you Ash. And how you cringe whenever John or Randy comes near you. You held it in pretty well when the other boys got close to you, but I know that something is wrong. Who was that on the phone just now?" she pried.
"Sam, can't you just, I don't know, not pay so close attention to me all the time?" I said, "I know that Randy told you anyway, so you can stop pretending that you don't know."
She smiled guiltily, "He told me not to say anything. But you've always been able to read me like a book. Now was that who I think it was on the phone?"
I nodded, "He wants be back in St. Louis by tomorrow. If I'm not there, he says he's coming here. Funny, but slightly scary, part is that we leave tomorrow. And another funny thing is that he won't be able to find me. I haven't told John and Randy, heck I haven't even told Miz this yet, but I'm not going to be on RAW anymore."
"AJ, what are you talking about? Why aren't you going to be on RAW?" she asked.
I smiled, "Vince gave me a promotion of sorts. He told me that I was doing too much as a Producer's Assistant, so he's made me a Personal Assistant. I'm gonna be in charge of Heath, Pauly, and Stu on SmackDown. Travelling with them, making sure they get to their signings on time, setting up their photo shoots, checking on their hotel, rental cars, and plane bookings. Basically I get to play Mommy to three grown men."
She laughed as we walked to my favorite park in the Cena's neighborhood. I sat down on a swing and she leaned up against the pole. I couldn't help but think about what Kyle would do when he couldn't find me. What am I going to do when I have time off? I could go to Tampa with the boys; there was no way I could go home. I don't even have a home. He'd check my parents' house, try to check Randy's house. Mike is gonna be so upset when he finds out I'm not gonna be around for our races anymore. What the heck am I doing? Should I really take this promotion? I mean, I love what I'm doing on RAW, do I want to give that up?
"AJ, where is your head at? Talk to me, don't keep it all in your mind," Sam said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Kyle is going to flip a fucking lid when he can't find me around the RAW shows. Randy and John are going to freak when they find out that I'm not going to be around them all the time for them to keep tabs on me. Mike is going to be devastated that I'm not around anymore. I mean, we've been together since we got into this business. And where am I going to go on my time off? I don't have anywhere to go in St. Louis. I can't put Mom and Dad in danger. And there's no way in hell I'd go to your house with Lanna bug so close. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she got caught in some sort of crossfire. Sam, what am I going to do?" I said in all but one breath.
"Hey, hey. Slow down, you don't have to make any kind of decision tonight. Let Randy and John deal with Kyle, they get involved it's a guarantee he'll leave you alone. As for getting away from the two boys, well that could potentially turn out well for you. I mean, do you really like having big brother and overprotective asshole always around, knowing everything you do and everyone you're doing it with? Mike will understand, it's going to help your career. And you know you are welcome at our house anytime you need. Your room is waiting for you, I think it actually misses you," she said, trying not to laugh at my sudden freak out.
I just nodded, I knew she was right. She usually always was, it's like she knows us Orton's better than we know ourselves. Randy will never admit it to her face, but she is basically always right whenever they argue. There are times when Randy is right, don't get me wrong, but those times are few and far between.
"Okay, now let's get back to this party that we are missing. I am hungry!" she proclaimed.
I laughed, shaking my head, and stood up from the swing, "Thank you," I said quietly.
"You are always welcome. Just next time, tell someone. I'm serious, he could have hurt you really bad," she insisted.
I nodded again. She didn't know how bad he had actually hurt me. Not just physically, but the emotional aspect as well. Mostly, it had to do with the fact that I didn't know if there was something wrong with me for wanting to wait for sex. I mean, growing up with Randy as my brother, he wasn't exactly the best role model for me. Although, he and John bringing home all those ring rats kinda made me realize that I didn't want to have meaningless sex with random strangers. But, how do I know if I'm actually ready? Is there some kind of light that goes off and says 'hey, look at me? I'm ready to have sex now.' Or do I just know that the guy is the one who is supposed to take my virginity? Everything is such a mess now; I should have listened to Randy and Nate when they told me he looked like bad news. Okay, I will never say that out loud, ever.
"AJ, what are we gonna do tonight? Movie marathon?" Sean, aka Boog, yelled as he saw me crossing the large yard to the Cena house.
"Of course, that is what we usually do when I come over," I yelled back.
I looked at John and gave him a slight smile, silently telling him that I was going to be alright. He nodded back and I had a feeling that things were going to look up from here.
"Well, little sister. I just got a phone call from Vince," Randy said as he joined Sam at my side.
"And? What is your point Randall? If it isn't important, then please let me enjoy the party," I joked.
"Well, it looks like at the next draft, I'm gonna be leaving you. I'm going over to SmackDown," he announced with a smirk.
I groaned as Sam laughed. Why does he have to follow me everywhere?
