Logan International Airport-Boston, MA-7:35 P.M

My plane ride was long. And boring. And full of people who didn't want to give me any space.

Luckily, I happened to bump up to first class (I had Vince pay for that too. Oh well.). So walking in the airport trying not to be noticed was hard. It's amazing what baseball caps can do for you. So about an hour or so later I finally got to board the airplane. To my luck, the person that sat next to me had a Randy Orton shirt on. I closed my eyes as I hoped the pain from missing him would go away. But sadly I didn't get by unnoticed.

"Oh…my…god! You're Sarah Cena!" The guy yelled.

Of course, a mob of people tried to get into first class trying to get a look of me. I slid down in my seat and groaned, knowing this was going to be a long flight. Flight attendants pushed everyone back and even had to get a security guard on the plane to block the first class entrance. The whole time on the plane this guy would not stop asking questions!

"Are you planning on going back to the WWE anytime soon? Have you talked to your dad? You were close to Randy right? Is he a nicer person then he is on TV? Does Mickie look better then she looks on TV? How close of a relationship did you have with Randy? Were you like brother-sister? Are you going to Boston to visit your dad? God, I love John Cena! Has he taught you the STFU yet?" The man rambled on about.

Those were only a select few of what he asked. Eventually I pretended that I fell asleep just so I could get him to shut up for the rest of the trip. As we got off he continued to talk to me.

"Wow, you must have been tired back there! I hope you go back on TV soon. RAW isn't the same without you! Man, I bet hanging out backstage was a BLAST! You think you could get me a backstage pass?" The man dared to ask.

I didn't answer him. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I was in Boston for one reason: get my shit and get out. I walked into the airport off my flight and looked around. So far, there was no sight of John's dad. I started to walk to baggage claim thinking that he would meet me there. Thankfully, I lost the annoying man who sat next to me. I swear I was about ready to jump off the airplane. I got onto the escalator and saw the baggage claim. By one of the carousels someone held up a piece of cardboard. 'S.C' was written on the cardboard in black sharpie. John's dad stood there with my bags already by his side. A smile spread out on my face as I ran down the escalator. I ran up to John's dad and gave him a big hug. He laughed as he hugged me back.

"I missed ya little one." He told me.

"I'm not that little anymore." I answered with a laugh.

"Anyone twenty years younger then me and lower are little ones." John's dad told me.
I laughed as I let go of him. I picked up my bags and followed him to the car. I tipped my hat farther down to hide my face more. We passed through the doors and the chilly Boston air instantly hit me. I wrapped my green Minnesota Wild zip-up around me as I tried to stay warm. John's dad looked back at me and laughed.

"It gets a bit cold around here this time of year." John's dad informed me.

"Thanks for the news flash." I added sarcastically.

John's dad laughed as we walked into the parking lot. He pressed the unlock button and opened up the trunk for me. I stuffed my bags in there and ran to the passenger side. I threw the door open and slid into the seat. John's dad got into the car and turned it on. He turned the heat on full blast to try and heat the car up. He pulled onto the parking lot and got onto the highway.

"What have you been up to since you left the company?" John's dad asked.

"My friends all ditched me and my ex turned everyone against me." I told him.

"That's not good." John's dad said concerned.

"Nope. So I decided that I needed to get a few things straightened out. I needed to come back here so I could pack up my things and ship them out somewhere." I told him.

"Mmhmm. Oh! I almost forgot!" John's dad exclaimed.

He reached over me and opened up the glove compartment. He grabbed a set of keys and dropped them in my hand.

"Your keys to your car. I kept in the garage so it wouldn't get damaged through the winter. I figured you would want that when you came back." John's dad said.

I missed my car SO much. I hated taking a cab or having someone from the hotel give me a ride around. I squealed as the grip on my keys tightened. John's dad laughed as he looked back to the road. He took a left onto their street. I was starting to get excited to be back in Boston. I hadn't been in their house in months. I wanted to see how my room was there. Did they keep it the way it was when I left?

"Your kidding me…" John's dad muttered as he pulled into the driveway.

I looked straight ahead, and realized what he meant. Parked in front of him was a familiar 1970 GTO.

John had come home early.

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"I had no idea he was going to be home early…Sarah I'm sorry." John's dad apologized.

My heart sank as I continued to look at his car. He wasn't supposed to be in town yet. He was supposed to be gone while I was here. It was the only reason I came here: because he wasn't there. And yet his car was staring me in the face. I took in a shaky breath and looked away. John's dad looked at me and squeezed my arm.

"I'm sorry hun." He apologized.

"You didn't know." I told him.

"If you still want to come inside…" He said before breaking off his sentence.

No. I didn't want to go in. I had no intentions of talking to John. He would probably try to come up with some B.S story about the Royal Rumble to make everything better. I wouldn't fall for it. I was a strong person. I didn't need him.

But I did. Part of me wanted to rush into that house and cry out his name. He would come running to the door and I would give him a big hug and cry into his shoulder. He would embrace me with open arms and tell me everything was okay. I would apologize to him for making his life a living hell and leaving the business and not talking to him. He would tell me it didn't matter and he would apologize for the Royal Rumble and give me his reasoning. I wouldn't care what it was; I would accept it and everything would be great.

But I wasn't ready for that kind of homecoming.

"I'll think about it. Give me time." I told John's dad.

John's dad nodded as he got out of the car. He walked up to the front door slowly and went into the house. I could see his shadow walk into the kitchen through the window. That's when my mind kicked into full gear. I got out of the car and popped the trunk from the inside. I ran around to the back and grabbed my bags. I slammed the trunk shut and looked around the cars. Only one part of the garage wasn't blocked. I shuffled up the slippery driveway, trying to be careful that I wouldn't slip. I opened up the keypad on the side of the garage and punched in the code. The garage door slowly started to open. I slid under it having no patience. There, my baby was waiting for me. She was under a black cover for protection. I pulled it off and smiled. She looked brand new. I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and hopped into the driver's seat. I turned on the car and smiled at the purr of the car. I put the car in reverse and sped out of the driveway. I stopped at the end of the driveway and looked into the window. The side window into the kitchen was open. I saw John's dad talking to John. John's expression was shock and confusion. Not able to wait any longer, I sped out of the driveway and onto the main street.

Slowing down a bit I looked out of my back window. John ran out of his front door and down the stairs to the driveway. He ran into the middle of the street and looked straight at my car. He started to run after it but Matt ran after him and caught up with him. He pulled him back and stopped him from going any further. John tried to get around him but Matt wouldn't move. John stopped fighting him and slowly moved around him. He ran his hand down his face and crossed his arms over his chest. Matt tried to console John, but he just pushed him away. He continued to stare at my car. I noticed that I was almost at a complete stop. I pressed my foot down on the gas and sped down the street. I wiped the tears forming in my eyes away as I turned the corner. Driving down the street I had realized one thing.

Brit was right. I was running away from everything. But I had no intention of stopping.

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Guess she just couldn't stay to talk to him. What to do now? Please review!

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