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Chapter 13- Strength to Find Home
Randy ran rapidly through the streets of Seattle. He saw 3 or 4 men running quickly behind him. He had to ditch them fast. He quickly cut down an empty alley and saw the men run past him, continuing down the street. He breathed a quick sigh of relief and held his leg... it was killing him. He took another peek around the corner and saw no one there.
He stepped out into the street and felt someone ram into him. He fell to the floor and felt someone jump on top of him. He got a look at the man... someone working for Moore.
"Gotcha!" The man said evilly.
Randy rammed his fist into the man's jaw and the man fell off Randy holding his mouth. Randy slowly stood up and kicked the man in the face. The man fell to the ground and Randy was about to run off when he spotted the man's cell phone on his hip. Randy grabbed it and ran off.
Randy opened the cell phone and dialed the first number he thought of.
Wade drove the taxi cab they were passengers in before. After they knocked those two guys out, they paid the driver off to take the car. John sat in the passengers seat drowning in worry about this whole situation. A lot of people might have thought he was crazy to hop on a plane and follow those guys here to get Randy back, even Wade might have thought he was nuts, but John couldn't help himself and he didn't care how insane he looked. He wasn't going back unless Randy was sitting in the seat next to him.
John's thought process what interrupted when his cell started ringing. He looked at the ID... didn't recognize it. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now.
It rang again. Wade looked at the phone.
"You gonna get that?" Wade asked.
John flipped open his phone.
"Hello?" John answered.
"John! John it's me!" Randy practically yelled into the phone, clearly out of breath.
John could have swore his heart stopped beating for a moment at the sound of Randy's voice at the other end. He practically started crying at the sound of his voice.
"Randy! Oh my God, man, are you okay? What's going on? Wade and I are in Seattle!"
"You're here? I'm... I escaped out of the car I was in and I'm running on 17th street... John I can't... I can't run anymore. My leg is killing me and I hurt my shoulder." Randy said, clearly starting to tear up. John wasn't sure why he was, because he was happy? Because he was scared? Hurt? Relieved?
"Okay... We're on 32nd street. Just stay on the phone... we're on the way. You gotta hold on, man. I know you can... we're coming!".
"Okay I'll keep coming towar-" Randy suddenly stopped talking and John heard a grunt on the other end.
"RANDY! RANDY ANSWER ME!"
Seconds before...
Randy kept running while holding the phone, he couldn't take the pain anymore.
"Okay, I'll keep coming towar-" Randy was interrupted by something smacking him in the head. He fell to the floor and held his head, looking up at the man responsible.
Randy's heart started beating a mile a minute. It was Jeff. Randy was still grasping the phone and Jeff took note of it. Jeff grabbed the phone and Randy went to react and quickly stand up but Jeff slammed his knee into Randy's throat. Randy desperately tried to get it off, but his shoulder prevented him from using both his arms to do so. Jeff smirked and the put the phone to his ear.
"Oh, hello!" Jeff said sarcastically.
"Who the hell is this?" John replied.
"Wow, John, your boy really screwed up this time."
"Where is he?"
"Well he's right here if you'd like to talk to him." Jeff said humorously.
Jeff put the phone near Randy but Randy wasn't focusing on anything other than getting his breathing under control, so all John heard over the phone was ragged breathing and grunts.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?" John yelled over the phone, furious.
"He's just a little choked up right now." Jeff said, snickering to himself.
"You son of a bitch... I'm gonna kill you I swear." John said, not meaning anything and much as he meant that.
Jeff laughed into the phone and then hung up. He broke the phone in half and threw the pieces to the floor. He looked down at Randy and saw he was beat red. He released his knee and Randy immediately burst into a coughing fit. Jeff grabbed Randy's shirt and pulled him close.
"I should kill you for what you did to my son!" Jeff yelled into his face.
4 men ran down the alley and saw that Jeff had Randy and they all put smiles on their faces. Jeff looked down at Randy again.
"I don't care what Moore says... I'm gonna make what's left of your life a living hell." Jeff finished and let go of Randy's shirt.
Randy felt like he was about to bust into tears again... he was so close. Jeff stood up and looked to the men.
"Get him in the car and let's go." Jeff said walking into the car he came out of.
Two of the men picked up Randy and started toward the car. When they tugged on his shoulder he felt it crack and heard a pop. He let out a yelp. Jeff turned around and saw Randy's shoulder as he was grasping it for dear life.
"Let him go." Jeff said. The four men let go of Randy and Randy fell back against a wall in the alley, gripping his shoulder.
"Looks like your shoulder's dislocated." Jeff said amused.
Wade quickly turned the corner on 17th . John kept on looking out the window to see if they saw Randy anywhere. He spotted a van parked outside the entrance of an alley.
"Pull over! He has to be in that alley somewhere." John said, urgently.
Wade swerved the car near the alley. John and Wade took out their guns and carefully walked into the alley.
"Well we can't very well leave you like that." Jeff said.
Randy kept holding his shoulder. He knew he needed to pop it back in but he couldn't do it himself.
"Give me your arm." Jeff demanded. Randy hesitated.
Jeff didn't appreciate the waiting he had to do and just grabbed Randy's arm. He put one hand on the back of his shoulder and the other firmly held Randy's hand. Without any hesitation, Jeff pushed in the back of his shoulder and pulled Randy's arm and POP!
Randy let out a wicked loud yell and fell to the floor.
Wade and John quickly looked at each other at the sound of Randy screaming.
"That's Randy! Let's go!" John said. Wade nodded and they both ran in the direction of the scream.
When they reached where the scream came from, they were horrified. They saw Randy on the floor, Jeff about to grab him, and 4 men standing there. John immediately pointed his gun at Jeff.
"Get away from him."
Randy looked up and saw John and Wade standing there. He let out a sigh of relief as he held is messed up shoulder. Thank God.
Jeff froze in his spot and looked up a John, smirking.
"Well, look who finally showed up." Jeff said. The four men pointed their guns at Cena and Wade, but both of their guns stayed on Jeff, who was way to close to Randy.
"Let him go right now." John said, more serious then he'd ever been before.
"Oh really? What the hell are you gonna do about it? You're not gonna kill me... you don't have it in you." Jeff said, still smirking.
John cocked the gun and aimed it at Jeff again.
"Let him go now, or I swear, I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKIN HEAD OFF!" John yelled.
Jeff jumped and his smile faded.
"I could haver my men blow the both of you away right now..."
"We'll make sure you die before that happens. You sure you wanna die just because you didn't let him go? No one has to get hurt, just walk away." Wade responded.
Jeff knew he couldn't possibly escape with Randy and his life. He wasn't ready to die for this. He looked down at Randy, who was still sitting against the wall. Then, Jeff nodded to his men and the men picked up Randy and were about give him to John. Before they could, however, Jeff whispered at Randy.
"I'll be seeing you again."
Randy cringed as his hair stood up as he felt Jeff's breath on his skin. John caught the gesture and his hand, subconsciously, pressed the trigger just a little harder and his hand started shaking.
The men threw Randy into John's arms, and Randy almost fell off his feet if it weren't for John. Jeff looked at them.
"Don't get to comfortable there, Randy. I'll be back. So will Moore, don't forget about him either."
Jeff got in his van with the men and drove off.
As soon as Jeff drove off, John embraced Randy with all his might and Randy returned the favor.
John felt a tear falling down his cheek. He thought he was never going to see Randy again and here he was. For days, John felt this void inside him that was deep, dark, and twisted. Something in his gut that kept him up at night and, no matter how much he prayed for it to go away, it stayed there, haunting him. It wasn't until just now, in this moment, that the void went away. He had almost lost his best friend, his brother.
"Oh my God, man. I don't know what I would've done if-" John couldn't even say it.
Randy didn't say anything. He simply hugged his best friend, seemingly holding on for dear life. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like he was in the arms of someone who loved him, after he'd been surrounded by all this hate.
Wade stood back and smiled, not wanting to interrupt this moment. He knew they both needed this. He'd never seen John so distraught and, up until now, Randy so broken. They were like brothers.
John finally let go and looked at Randy.
"Are you okay? We heard you scream."
"My shoulder... it was dislocated and Jeff, he, very angrily, popped it back in. It's still really sore, I can't move it that much. My leg too, they shot me and one of my ribs feels broken." Randy said, almost crying after coming to terms with everything that's happened to him.
John started heating up.
"We should go to a hospital." Wade said from the background.
Randy looked at Wade and smiled. Wade smiled back and went to go help Randy up. What he wasn't expecting though was Randy pulling him into a hug as well. Wade gratefully took it and embraced Randy right back. He let go and Randy smiled again.
"I can't thank you guys enough for coming. I don't know anyone else that would do that for me."
John and Wade smiled.
"You don't have to thank us." John said and Wade nodded in agreement.
"Let's go find out where the nearest hospital is so we can get Randy a band-aid." John joked.
Randy laughed for the first time in a while and nodded. Wade and John helped Randy to his feet and into the car and drove off to the nearest hospital.
Okay! A bit of a long one here lol, that's why it took a little long. Look out for the next chapter and hit me up with a review! Thanks!