The man who stood a few feet from me was definetly not the man who had saved me a few months ago. No, this man didn't give a shit about anyone around him or about how much pain he good enflict on someone in the squared circle.

This man was Jon Moxley. I had gotten to know and understand more of Jon Moxley as time went on but no one ever really properly got to know his story, Yeah he'd cut a few breathtaken promos about the obstacles and struggles he over came as a child but even I felt like I didn't know this man.

However I did know Jonathan Good, I had gotten to know him very well infact. What people had to understand was that Jonathan Good and Jon Moxley may be the same person but they were both extremely different.

I still wasn't 100% comfortable with watching Moxley dig forks into opponents skulls , Still that never stopped me from going to his matches infact in all honesty I got a sick satisfaction watching him end guys careers in the ring.

Usually after his match we meet back at his locker room, I don't even bother to stick around to watch anyone elses match, Like I said I'm here for Jon and only Jon.

Like always I'll walk to his locker room and wait outside until him and his stank Lexi are done doing their business, The thing that amuses me most is knowing Jon only wants one thing from her, a quick fuck. Do I find myself having feelings for Jon? Well I'm not entirely sure. I've never been in love nor have I ever been loved.

Finally after what felt life an hour the stank eventually left his locker room, Her hair a mess, makeup smudged and a ripped Mox top ...classy. I walked into his locker room and was immediately met with those sparkling blue eyes of his and his famous smirk that just about made any girl drop their panties.

"Get the job done?" I asked referring to his casual fuck with Lexi.

"As always Kiddo" He replied with that smirk of his, God he was a cocky son of bitch.

"Any plans for tonight?"

There really was no need for me to ask him that because our nights consisted of getting shit faced drunk or me sneaking out to work the corner, Yeah that's right ...I still work the corner and Jon has no clue about it. He still hasn't to this day asked me about that night him and Sami approached me at the corner.

"Me and a few of the guys are gonna head out tonight, If that's ok with you?" He replied inhailing a smoke.

"Yeah no bother..I'll uh just phone in some food maybe watch a few chick flix movies" In all honesty I wouldn't be doing any of that stuff, I would be standing at a corner wearing fish nets and knee high boots.

"You're such a girl" I swear that smirk of his was killing me more and more.

It was a bit harder to sneak out tonight as Jon just wouldn't leave, He had changed his mind about going out and was going to join in on my 'Movie night' luckly I had talked him out of it and he eventually went out.

My hair was in a slicked back pony tail, A leather jacket and a short black skirt with stockings attached was my attire for the night. I was able to purchase it with my last earnings although it was hard to hide it from Jon when it came to laundry day.


Jon's POV

Telling Willow that I was going out with the guys tonight when really I'd be walking about with bags of cocaine dishing it out to all the scummy junkies that walk the streets was definetely a lie I didn't want to tell her.

I hated lying to her, I hated feeling bad about lying to her. I couldn't understand why I felt like that towards her. I mean I don't even give a shit about Lexi yet I've laid her for the past year. That night I seen her standing at that corner I knew my feelings towards her got even stronger , I just couldn't let her turn out like my mother.

My hands balled up into a fist as Levon approached me.

"You got my shit!?" His Newyork accent was strong.

"Here take it, I'm done with your shit." I through him the money and marched off ignoring the abuse he was shouting.


Willow's POV

New bruise added to the collection. I got my money and left the motel room with my head hanging. A $20 Dollar bill was stuffed down my ripped tank top, and the heel of my boot was snapped meaning I was walking the rest of the journey home barefoot. Oh how I would love to end my life right here, right now. I really had no clue where I was? To be honest I'm pretty sure I had been drugged.

The street lights were swirling around, Was the ground crumbling away? There was a man, the street light was shinning on him. He didn't look like every other person around me? He wasn't staggering her looked decent and sober.

There he was running towards me as I collapsed to the ground.

There was those blue eyes.

That smirk.

My Jon.


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