I am terribly sorry that it has taken all weekend for me to get this updated. I'm on a new medication and I'm still adjusting to the side effects. Please forgive me.
I don't think I've said this yet for this story, so I don't own anyone in the WWE. I only own my OC's. So, yeah. [:

Kendall's POV

"Did you have to tell them that we were going to cum?" I asked slightly embarrassed, "They don't like me as it is."

"What do you mean they don't like you? Who doesn't like you?"

We were on our way to our house and I was getting nervous. So naturally, word vomit.

"I don't know who they were. I just overheard some women in the bathroom talking about me," I said with a shrug, "It's just like I've always suspected, I'm not good enough for you Johnny."

"I'll be the judge of whether you're good enough when we get inside," he laughed until he saw the seriousness on my face. I quickly wiped it away when I saw his anger getting to him. I didn't want to give him a reason to be angry with me tonight.

We pulled up to the house and he practically dragged me out of the car. When he shut the door behind me, he pinned me against it.

"I think you like to be against this door," he whispered, teasing my shoulders and neck with the tips of his fingers.

"I think you like putting me against the door," I replied, giving him a gentle shove and taking off running through the house.

Our laughs filled the house as he chased me. I ran everywhere as fast as I could, downstairs and back up to the main floor. He finally caught me in the kitchen where he picked me up and place me on the counter, settling between my legs.

I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled it towards me, sighing in content when his lips met mine. My lips parted, allowing him entrance before he even asked for it. Unlike the other times he's kissed me, I didn't hold back a moan as his tongue flicked against mine and his hands traveled my body.

"Johnny," I breathed against his lips, "Take me to bed."

He picked me up again, faster than I could blink and carried me upstairs to our room. When we got there and he set me on my feet, I gasped my hand going to my mouth in shock. The floor was covered with rose petals and there were candles lit all throughout the room. It was so romantic.

"When did you do this?" I whispered.

"After you left for your appointment this morning. Randy got mad at me because I disappeared for almost an hour," he told me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I turned in his arms, my hands making their way to his chest and finding the buttons to his shirt. I hadn't even realized he'd taken off his jacket until just now. Slowly sliding the shirt off his shoulders, I looked up to his eyes.

"The ceremony was beautiful, Johnny," I said, "Thank you."

He didn't respond, only leaned down to capture my lips in his. He pulled away from me and turned me around, taking the pins in my hair out. As my hair slowly fell on my back he swiped it over a shoulder to unzip my dress. I shivered as his knuckles grazed my skin and felt goosebumps forming. His nose nuzzled the crook of my neck and I leaned into his chest as he slid the straps down my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Immersed in the feel of his skin against mine, I rubbed my back against his chest and heard him groan before he pushed me towards the bed, unclasping my bra in the process.

Once more, he picked me up and set me gently in the middle of our bed. He stood before me in his dress pants while I propped myself up, wearing only a pair of white panties. John eased himself on the bed, hovering over me being careful not to put any of his weight on me as he kissed down my body. I gasped loudly when he took one nipple into his mouth alternately sucking and biting it gently while molding the other with his hand. He switched nipples after he was satisfied with the amount of pleasure he'd shown the one before his lips began their assault down the rest of my body. His fingers hooked around either side of my panties and pulled them down my legs slowly before kissing back up. His mouth was close to my heat when he stopped suddenly.

"What is that?" he asked, his voice filled with venom.

"What is what?" I asked breathlessly.

"You have a bite mark bruise on your thigh," he growled.

My heart stopped in realization. Hunter bruised me. I hadn't realized that, I hadn't known that.

"You've cheated on me already?" he yelled, "You've been here for barely a week and we've been married for less than 24 hours and you cheated on me."

I shook my head furiously and tried to sit up, only to have John push me back down on the bed.

"Johnny, no! Please listen," I begged, but he cut me off with a sharp slap to the face.

"It's no wonder Randy regrets being with you. He probably wasn't even your first. You probably just lied to him, too didn't you," he taunted, "That's why you didn't want to have sex with me. You were sexing someone else. Who is it? Who are you sleeping with?"

"I'm not sleeping with anyone, Johnny-"

"Don't lie to me, Kendall. You have the proof on your damn body," he yelled again, getting off the bed and pulling me with him, "Was it in my bed?"

I didn't answer, just looked down at the floor. Apparently that was all the answer he needed though because he shoved me down to the rose covered floor and walked out of the room. Jumping up, I followed him, making sure to grab his discarded dress shirt and slip it over my naked body.

"Wait. Please! If you'll just listen-"

He turned around quickly just as he reached the stairs and grabbed my arms. For a second he just stared at me as if trying to find the answer in my eyes but his anger took over and I felt myself being thrown down the stairs. I groaned as I hit the bottom, holding onto my now sore side and regretted not telling him about it in the first place. I watched as he walked down towards me, seemingly in slow motion.

"It was Hunter," I gasped, "but I didn't sleep with him, I swear. I didn't want him to touch me."

His icy blue eyes thawed slightly as he took in my words. "Why didn't you tell me?" he growled as he finally reached me.

He didn't give me a chance to answer, however, because as soon as I opened my mouth he slapped me and repeated his question.

"John, please stop," I begged after he hit me a few more times. I scooted away from him to create some distance. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to react like this. I'm sorry!"

"When did it happen?" his anger wasn't fading and I was growing more and more fearful of him.

"Wednesday, while you and Tiny were at work," I all but whispered.

He nodded once and walked back upstairs. I didn't move from the floor, my body too sore and just wanting to rest. Though I new I needed to get ice, I couldn't let anyone suspect anything again. I didn't want to give John anymore reason to hurt me.

After a few minutes, I think, I pushed myself up off the floor and made my way to the kitchen to retrieve some ice. Just as I walked through the opening, the garage door opened and I froze. Tasha walked through the door quietly, jumping a foot in the air when she turned around and saw me standing there.

"Kenny, what are you doing down here?" she asked.

"Shh," I shushed before whispering, "It's a long story. John's kind of mad at me right now. So just go down to your room and stay there until I get you tomorrow or call Eve and ask to stay there."

"Is everything alright? Your cheek is really red," she mentioned.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and started to plead with her, "Tasha go to your room. Please."

She must have seen the panic in my eyes because she nodded quickly and hightailed it out of the kitchen towards the basement door. I breathed a sigh of relief when she was out of reach, I didn't want her to get in the way of John's rage. When we were still living in Mississippi, if she was in my room when one of the boys were angry with me, they'd end up punishing her as well. I didn't want to go through that here, she is too young to be hit by a man twice her age.

I walked to the freezer with the help of the counters, pausing only to get a plastic bag, and filled it with ice. I almost screamed when the bag was taken from my hands. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and met John's blue eyes, but I quickly looked to the floor.

"Please don't hurt me anymore tonight," I whispered.

John's POV

When those words left her mouth, my heart nearly broke. Nearly.

Should I have thrown her down the stairs? Probably not.

Should I have listened to her when I first asked her why the hell she had a damn bite mark on her leg? Probably.

But the stupid bitch also should have told me that Hunter touched her. She should have told me that he broke into our house and put his hands on her. But she didn't and she had to face the consequences of me finding out. On our wedding night. Again, stupid bitch.

I set the bag of ice on the island and took her face in my hands, making sure I didn't squeeze too tightly. Kissing her lightly I slipped my dress shirt off her shoulders, but she pulled away before it could fall to the floor.

"Tiny's home."

"What does that matter?" I asked.

She looked up at me and narrowed her eyes, "John, she's a 17 year old girl."

"Yes, and from what your brother said it wouldn't be her first time being around sex. She'd probably even like to join," I joked.

Without saying a word, she walked around me, snatched up the bag of ice and limped towards the stairs. I counted to ten before following after her, knowing she wouldn't make it up the stairs by herself and that I needed to keep my anger in check at least a little bit in order to help her up them. Sneaking one arm under her knees and the other catching her head just before it hit the floor, I picked her up, smirking when she screamed. I carried her back up to our bedroom and, not so gently, dropped her on the bed. She grunted at the movement.

"Well, I was going to apologize for throwing you down the stairs, but you being a bitch in the kitchen made me decide against it," I told her.

"Tiny is a child," she said in a hushed voice, "What my brothers did to her is illegal. What you mentioned doing is illegal. I asked for her to be here so that I could protect her, but if you are only going to threaten to hurt her the same way they did then I will not hesitate to turn you into the police John Felix Anthony Cena."

I looked her in the eyes and could see that she was deadly serious, "Priceless, I was only joking-"

"No. Don't you dare call me Priceless," she argued.

I'd had enough by then. I joined her on the bed and covered her mouth with my hand. This was our wedding night. This was suppose to be a good night, but because she felt the need to keep secrets it was ruined.

"Wives don't keep secrets from their husbands," I chastised, "Wives don't argue with their husbands. Wives don't tell their husbands they are wrong. You are my wife, you do what I say, and you tell me when another man touches you. Understand?"

She nodded and I moved my hand away from her mouth.

"Good girl. Now, tell me who you belong to," I said as my hands began to wander her body. When she didn't say anything, I pinched the skin where I was touching. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You," she gasped, "I belong to you."

"That's right. You catch on quickly, Kendall. Now if only I could get you to stop talking back to me, everything would be just fine," I taunted as my hands ran lower to her wet warmth, "What's this? Do you want to know what I feel like inside you?"

I heard her moan something incoherent and smirked. In less than thirty seconds she'd turned to jello under my touch. It took even less time for me to take my belt off and get my pants undone and off.

Tasha's POV

I heard her scream and wanted nothing more than to run upstairs to help her. But I knew that if I did, then John would be angry at me as well. I don't have a clue as to why he's upset, but I don't think I want to know. He hadn't seemed like the kind of man that would hit either of us. And he'd taken to me so quickly, treating me like I was his own flesh and blood. It had given me hope, even knowing he'd hit Kenny before.

My hope diminished tonight though, when I came home and found her nearly broken in the kitchen. Although, she's been worse, a lot worse. She hadn't been prepared this time. We'd both thought those days were over with. We thought we wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.

I know why she told me to stay downstairs and it broke my heart even more. She didn't want me in harms way. She was protecting me by making me stay down here, but here that scream and then nothing else, it scared me. So I called the only person who I knew would be able to help.

"Tiny, what are you doing awake still? It's close to three in the morning?" she complained groggily when she answered. I'd called her five times before she finally picked up.

"Eve," I pleaded, keeping my voice low.

"Tiny, what's wrong?" she asked, knowing instantly that something wasn't right.

"When I got home, Kenny said he was mad at her. She told me to go downstairs and stay here until she came to get me in the morning. Then we heard footsteps coming down to the kitchen and she practically pushed me from the room," I recounted.

"Babe, maybe she just didn't want you to hear them having sex," she suggested.

"A few minutes after I came down here, I heard a scream. But I haven't heard anything since then. Eve, I'm scared."

"I'm sure that everything is alright Tiny. If anything were wrong, don't you think someone would tell you? I mean, I don't know. It's just, it is their wedding night so maybe their doing some kind of nasty, freaky shit and John hit her spot or something, I don't know," Eve said.

"Ewwwww. That is so gross, I don't want to think about that. Their practically my parents right now. I don't want to hear about them doing the nasty," I groaned.

"That's probably why Kenny asked you to say downstairs then. Who knows how long they'll be at it. Just get some sleep Tiny, okay? Call me in the morning, when you wake up and what not. I'm sure Kenny will be up by then and everything will be just fine and dandy. Alrighty?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah. You're probably right. I'm sorry for waking you up, Evie. Good night," I yawned.

"Don't worry about it, you can call me any time you need me. Especially if you think something is wrong," she assured me, "Good night."

I hung up the phone and laid back in my bed as another yawn took over my body. Eve was probably right, I was just overreacting. After everything Kenny and I had been through, it was normal to be worried, even over the simplest scream. That could just be from pure please, I shuddered at the thought.

The next thing I know, I'm being shaken. I groaned and tried to swat at whoever it was but they just laughed.

"Come on, sleepy head. It's time to wake up. I made breakfast."

I jumped right out of bed when I heard Kenny's voice and hugged her as tight as I could. She tensed up and hissed in pain, causing me to release my hold.

"You're hurt," I stated.

She only nodded and looked at the floor.

"Kenny. I heard you scream last night, just after you sent me downstairs,"i started but stopped when I saw her shaking her head.

"He didn't hurt me then. He only scared me, I swear. I was trying to walk up the stairs but it wasn't working very well. John walked up behind me and picked me up, scaring the hell out of me in the process, although I think that was his plan," she explained.

The look on her face told me that she was being truthful, not that she'd ever actually been able to lie to me. I knew and saw too much.

"Why was he mad?" I asked cautiously.

She looked at the floor again, "He thought I wasn't being faithful." She must have noticed my confused look because she went on to explain what happened between her and Hunter and all of the events that took place before I found her in the kitchen.

I looked her up and down, checking for any visible bruises.

"You wont find any. My face isn't swollen either," she told me, "I learned my lesson last time. I don't want people asking questions. The ones people would see, I covered and had ice on all night, well mostly all night."

"Mostly?' I questioned.

"John didn't think it was fair that I ruined his wedding night. He said that Hunter molesting me wasn't going to stop him from getting to have sex with his new wife on his wedding night," she told me with a sigh, "But no more. It's a new day. He is in a better mood than last night. Please don't say anything and don't act like you know. Okay?"

I nodded in agreement, but my head was screaming to say no. They hadn't even been married for a full day and he was abusing his power as her husband. I could only hope that I wouldn't be on the receiving end of his rage.