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Chapter Nine: Revelation

(Isabella POV)

As I walked into the hotel, I sullenly looked down at the dusty carpeted floor. Suddenly, I bumped into someone, that person being Alicia Fox. "Watch where you're going, slutface."

"Sorry, Alicia. I've been having somewhat of a rough day." I murmured.

"And that concerns me how, exactly?"

"Listen, if you're being bitchy, just so you can impress Shannon, go right ahead. He's single. Also, don't think of me as any sort of competition. I hate him."

This brought a smile to her face. "Really?"

"Yeah, really, now get out of my way." I demanded as she let me pass. Shaking my head, I looked at the ground again as my duffel dragged on the ground. Turning a corner as I started going up the stairs, I looked up in time to see Kelly, Maryse, and Alicia. How Alicia got there without me seeing was beyond me. All three hated me, so I new something bad was up, especially with the menacing way they approached. "What in the world could you three possibly want?"

"We're going to take you for a little ride." Kelly smirked. Now, I knew I could take on Kelly easily, and Alicia. Maryse possibly a little bit longer of a match, but that's in one-on-one action. Here it was most definitely three-on-one. Kelly glared as Alicia grabbed one of my wrists and Maryse grabbed the other one. Looking around, I saw that the lobby was empty. The clerk was gone, they must've gotten a third person to distract him as they dragged me to the elevator. "You hate elevators, don't you? Hmm, then this should get interesting."

The doors opened and they shoved me in, causing me to slam backwards into the person inside the elevator. Instantly, I recognized the tattooed arm that wrapped around my waist and the other, which was gripping the silver rail for support. The three laughed as they stepped inside before they pressed all the buttons and as the elevator began to move, I curled in tighter to the man's chest, even though I knew who it was. He looked even more surprised than I did. His green eyes narrowed as he put his other hand on my hair, stroking softly. "Stop the elevator." He hissed. Three more figures moved out of the shadow, and I heard him growl at them. "DiBiase, Rhodes, Swagger, please do something."

They ignored him and Jack whispered something into Alicia's ear. She stared evilly at me.

"What? Press more buttons? Why, Shanny, all you had to do was ask." Alicia cackled as she proceeded to press even more levels before the elevator stopped completely and shook a bit. Shannon, with me in his arms slid back to a corner. A voice came over the intercom.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, the elevator seems to be experiencing technical difficulties, so please use the stairs. To anybody who is inside the elevator, please remain calm and we will have you out as soon as possible."

"Now look what you did. Did any of you plan for this to happen, cause I swear I will either kick your ass, or get Isabella's female friends to kick your ass." Shannon stated through gritted teeth. His face softened as he whispered into my ear. "It'll be okay, Isabella." Slowly, he let go and turned me to face him. I was still breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath. "Isabella?" He asked softly as I slid down to the ground, arms wrapped around my legs which I had drawn in to my chest.

"Is she okay?" Cody asked.

"She's probably faking to get attention. She's skanky and fake like that." Jack rolled his eyes, but jumped when Shannon charged at him, gripping his shirt by the caller and pressing him against the nearest wall. With one arm shaking, he pointed at me.

"Does that look like faking to you?" He asked the younger blond, who in a state of shock from the outburst of the usually quiet man, shook his head. "Listen, Hager. I don't particularly like you, but for her sake, I'm not going to push this any farther. She has enough to worry about." He glanced at me, green eyes softened from their hardened state as he sent a small, reassuring smile in my direction.

I had no idea what had gotten into him lately. It seemed as though he was becoming a different person. A kinder, sweeter, respectful person towards me. In fact, he was treating me as he would treat a good friend or a girlfriend. I can't be thinking about that right now. Looking around at the average elevator atmosphere, I began to panic again. Heavy, sharp breaths and an overwhelming feeling of distress washed over me.

"I'm going to die." I whispered. Maryse looked guilty and she sat beside me. "I-I-I'm going t-to die."

"No, Isabella, you're not. You're going to be okay. Don't think about death. We'll be out soon." The blond reassured me, patting my back, Cody sat on the other side, also reassuring my safety. Kelly and Alicia looked down in disgust. Jack had totally grown distant from the entire situation, standing in the opposite corner from me, staring into the distance. Shannon had finally let him go and had taken a seat in front of me, Ted had also sat down near me

"Sweetheart, did you hear about the movie, Ice Age 3?"

I nodded.

"How about, later on, we'll go see it, okay?" Shannon smiled and brushed a lock of hair from my face. Maryse and Cody stood, tapped his shoulder and took him to talk across the small space.

What are you doing?" The French-Canadian asked lowly.

"She's having a panic attack. The best thing we can do to help her is to distract her." He replied.

"So, Isabella, do you wanna know the death ratio in elevators?" Kelly asked.

"Shut up, Kelly! You too, Alicia. How would you like it if someone was making you sit through your worst fear. Hmm? I bet for you it would be getting your hair shaved off. I can't wait for that hair match, don't think everyone doesn't know about it. Back off, an stay off." Cody barked at the two, skinny Divas, who shied away and stood by Jack. The trio then moved back to me, comforting me until the doors opened, revealing a small crowd of Superstars and Divas.

Shannon backed up as I shakily walked out first, he trailed close behind me, his hands barely brushing my hips, as if preparing for a fall, With the way I was shaking, it could've happened. The crowd must've realized what had happened. Seeing as though I was nowhere to be found and neither was my 'enemies', they put two and two together and realized I was taken hostage in the elevator. The sad thing was that they were probably blaming Shannon.

Sure enough, John had pushed his way to the front of the crowd, a scowl crossed his face as he neared me. "Go away, Shannon. I'll take it from here. Isabella, come on, I have an autograph signing, so you'll have to come with me."

"H-he di-didn't do anything. He helped me, John. B-besides, I-I wanna stay here, with S-Shannon." I stammered, slightly shaking as he nodded and let me go, but he grabbed Shannon's arm.

"Remember, I'll tear you apart." He growled as he released his grip and let us go. Slowly, I walked to the stairs and started my way up.

"You're still shaking like a leaf. I had no idea it was that bad, Isabella, are you sure you're okay?" Shannon asked, still holding my waist. His voice was soft and sincere as he stopped me on the third step. "We're on the seventeenth floor, no way are you going to be able to walk that." He sighed and moved so that he was in front of me, his back towards me. "C'mon."

"What?"

"Get on, I promise I won't drop you." He turned his head over his shoulder and smiled. I smiled back before obeying him. My arms draped over his shoulders as he hooked his arms under my knees. "See, now you can relax and enjoy the ride."

I smiled against his shoulder as he continued up the stairs. "Is this why you have such great legs, because you always take the stairs? Hmm, I'll take that into mind." I laughed as he said this. We were halfway up and he had broken the comfortable silence. "Isabella, um, can I ask you a personal question when we get back to the room?"

"Sure." I closed my eyes as his steps leveled out. I had expected him to drop me when we got to our level, but instead, he kept me up and slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out the key. "Thank you, Shannon, for everything."

"No problem." He cleared his throat as he pushed the door open and kicked it shut behind him.

"I'm pretty sure I can walk now, Shannon." I smiled as I slid off his back and he turned to face me. I hugged him tightly, my arms around his neck again as his slid around me, cautiously. Leaning up, I kissed his cheek. "Seriously, thank you, Shannon." I went to go sit on the bed and he sat next to me.

"About that question, why do you hate elevators so much?" He looked me in the eye. "Did something happen?"

"Yeah." I lowered my head. "Well, it started when I was about six. My mom, dad, my grandparents on both sides, my uncle and aunt, and my cousin and I were in my dad's office building and he worked on the top floor. We were having a surprise party for him there, that's why everyone was there. It was on our way home, everyone but me got on the elevator. I was scared and asked if I could walk down the stairs. Of course I couldn't go alone, so my mother went with me. They had urged me to go on the elevator, but I couldn't. I was afraid because of this feeling I had, you know the one where you just know when something bad was going to happen?"

He nodded, entranced in my story.

"Anyway, I wouldn't budge, so my mom had gone down with me. When we got down into the lobby, we expected to see them there. They weren't, so my mother asked the receptionist if they had come down. I was sitting on a couch when she came back, tears in her eyes. Being the little kid I was, I asked where daddy was and where everyone else went. If this was a mean joke.

"Then she told me that the elevator cord was broken and it had snapped almost as soon as the elevator had started, so they had fallen over 20 floors and crashed in the basement. Well, she put it into little kid vocab and said that daddy and the rest where in a better place. I asked if we all go to a better place, she replied that sooner or later, we all go to a better place. Only, they needed daddy and the others more than we did and that they were happier with God because nothing was bad where they were." I explained, sullenly looking away from him.

"Six? It's sort of like Matt and Jeff reversed, and of course different circumstances. I'm sorry, Isabella. You're still scared, after all these years?" He put a hand on my knee, and it didn't bother me. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I didn't want to be another person who lost a parent in a tragic circumstance. It just wasn't fair anyway. By the time I felt like I was ready to tell you, your dad died and I didn't want to seem to change the subject to me. It wouldn't have been fair to you." I sniffled unexpectedly, shocked that I was crying. "Can we keep this between us? My whole story?"

"Whatever makes you feel more comfortable." He whispered as he hugged me.

(Shannon POV)

I pulled back. "Um, do you still want to go see that movie?"

She shook her head. "No, I just want to stay here. Wanna order a pizza?"

"Your choice." I replied. "Don't you want to go with John?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about him. Hmm, he would've called when he got off. Might be hanging with the boys." She murmured and I shook my head. John had been spending barely enough time with her to keep her interested. Isabella always says 'he's a bigger Superstar than I am, he'll usually be busy'. Yeah, but too busy to hang out with your girlfriend. I spend more time with her in one day than John usually does in a week. Yet, she idolizes him like he's a god.

Isabella put her hand on her cell phone, waiting for a call or a text, or anything to prove she was still his. Okay, that was cheesy. She sighs as she stands and takes off her shirt. I then notice she's wearing a lime green bra.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Changing." She replies as she pulls a tank top on before removing her pants and pulling a pair of shorts on. "Why?"

"Nothing. It's just that, well, um, you didn't leave, or anything." I quickly looked away, avoiding her sparkling green eyes.

"Nothing you haven't seen before, and I know you're not a virgin."

"What would possibly make you think that I'm not a virgin?" I spit out, trying to avoid the subject.

"You were married, have had numerous girlfriends, and you kiss and tell." She stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes at her as she climbed into the only bed. Quickly, I changed, stripping of my shirt and pants before sliding under the covers. "God, Shannon, you could've put on pants." She whispered.

"It's how I sleep."

"I thought we said that you would wear pants whenever you slept with me."

"Wow, Izzyabell, re-think that last line there." I chuckled as I tried to go to sleep. The main word in that sentence is tried. I tried desperately and failed miserably. It had been hours since Isabella had fallen asleep and I pushed myself up onto my elbow with my face resting in my palm.

She looked so serene. Her hair tousled and spread out over the pillow, one arm draped over her stomach while the other had somehow gotten itself underneath my back. Suddenly and without warning, she turned in and curled in close to my chest. My heart skipped a beat and I could've sworn she felt it as her nose twitched. The scent of her body moisturizer wafted into my nose. Some kind of berry, although I couldn't pinpoint exactly which berry.

The room was silent. "Isabella." I whispered, hoping she was awake and that she was messing with my head. No answer. Cautiously, I slid an arm around her waist and rolled over so that I was on my back and she ended up on my side, her arm under my waist while the other draped over my stomach. Oh God, butterflies fluttered in my stomach at her closeness. Again, my heart skipped several beats before matching the rhythm of hers. Her head was inches away from mine, beckoning me to kiss her. Softly, on the lips, I did.

And John Cena couldn't to a thing about it.

Damn, Isabella, if only you knew the effects you can have on a guy.


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