Author's Corner: Vera once told me that nothing in this story was thrown in for shock value. And that is true; I don't know how this story is going to end by God each day a new idea pops into my head and I run with it. However there is a problem that must be dealt with if this story is to progress the way the voices are telling me too. That being said, this chapter contains adult themes and graphic content, reader discretion is seriously advised!

Torque

John Sr. sat before his good friend as he sat up in his bed, "How is she John?"

"She's in bad shape Chyren, I can't lie to you."

"Bad shape how?" Chyren's heart sunk. It was going to be a long journey yet as he tried to become the man he once was.

"I don't know quite how to tell you this," John paused. How was he going to explain to this man that his betrothed daughter was pregnant by another man? And while neither Kalista nor David actually confirmed John's suspicions he knew that Kalista was carrying the next generation of Batista's in her womb.

"Chyren,"

"Yes John?"

"Well a lot has happened since your accident,"

"I don't doubt that," Chyren pushed himself deeper into the bed, "Tell me about it."

John contemplated that. He really, really wished he Chyren hadn't said that. Now he felt obligated to do just that.

"John, you look a little hesitant. What's going on?"

"Well Chyren, that's because I am a little hesitant,"

Chyren watched the indecisive expressions going over John's face. He knew what he was trying to tell him and knew the reason behind his apprehension. He also understood why John hadn't told. He knew his daughter and if she wanted to keep a secret she would move heaven, earth and hell to keep it.

"And why is that?"

"Because I am almost certain that you're not going to like this," John wiped his brow with his handkerchief, "You know I consider Lissa a daughter."

"John, John, relax." Chyren sniggled a bit, "I think I know what you're going to tell me."

"You couldn't possibly,"

Chyren raised his eyebrow, his dark eyes dancing mischievously, "Want to bet?"

Even in these circumstances John couldn't help but let a grin form on his lips. Chyren turned everything into an opportunity to make money. It was one of the things that Chyren had taught John, time was money and since time kept ticking, your money had better do the same.

"As a matter of fact," John pulled out a fresh one hundred dollar bill, "I do."

Chyren shrugged a bit as he took the bill from John's hand, "Well, I already know she's pregnant,"

John looked as if someone had cut off his air supply. His eyes bulged out, his skin turned red. "How could you have known that?"

"John," Chyren wiggled his eyebrows, "You'd be surprised at what I know."

John looked his friend in the eye. He'd be willing to put more money on that.

-

John stepped out of the room ushering his older brother with him, "What the hell else could possibly be going on right now?!"

"John, calm down and listen to me,"

"I'm listening Daniel, make it quick our sister is in deep shit."

"I know but we have business to handle that's a little bit more important,"

John narrowed his eyes on his brother. He knew that Daniel could be down right emotionless toward certain situations but as far as John was concerned this just took the damn cake and ran with it. "Daniel,"

"John do you remember Lita?"

"I know good and hell well you didn't just drag me out when our sister is in pre-term labor to tell me about some slut, did you?"

Daniel took a deep breath knowing what his brother was preparing to say, he knew that this wasn't the best of times to have to bring up anything related to business but this had to be said, "John I need you to listen,"

"To what?" John was nearly screaming then. "I don't have time for this shit."

"John, just tell me if you remember her."

"I remember, isn't she the redhead?"

"That's her." Daniel ran his hands through his hair.

"Yeah so, what about her?"

"She's the problem." Daniel cringed when he heard Lissa scream against the pain. She was screaming for pain medicine and there was nothing anyone could do.

John shook his head turning toward the door, "Daniel man now is not the time."

Daniel grabbed his arm, "Trust me, there isn't another time."

"Why is Lita so important all of a fuckin' sudden Daniel?"

Daniel didn't understand, he was shocked, "Daddy didn't tell you?"

John was exasperated, "Tell me what?!"

"John, I'm going to send Sean in there with Lissa, we need to talk."

"Talk about what?!" John was ready to pull his hair out by the seams. "Daniel, we don't have time for business right now."

"John," Daniel breathed slowly, "trust me. Sean will do fine with Lissa; we'll send Matty and Stevey too. You and I have work that can not wait.

-

"Where is he?" Kalista cried, "I need him."

Sean bathed her brow with a cool cloth, "We don't know baby. We're still looking for him."

"God!" Kalista screamed out as more pain hit. One of the side effects of Nifedipine was muscle cramps and Kalista was getting them on more places than people could rub. She was also short of breath and nauseous.

Dr. Michael checked her pulse, "Kalista your pulse is low, I need you breath steadily."

A loud beep from the fetal monitors stopped everyone in their respective tracks. All the doctors looked in Chris' direction; Chris looked at Kalista, "Relax Kalista," Chris came over to Kalista to check her progress, he nodded to his colleagues.

"What's wrong with her Irvine?" Steve asked.

"Gregory, stop administering the Nifedipine," Chris instructed.

"Dr. Chris what's wrong. Tell me what's wrong with my babies."

"Kalista, I want you to just take a few deep breaths." Chris told her gently, "That's it."

"Chris, what's the matter with her?" Matthew asked.

Chris ignored them, "Michael, Gregory, prep Kalista to head to the hospital." He pulled the Cena boys to the side, "Sean, Matthew, Steve, I would seriously suggest initiating some kind of LoJack to find David. I don't want to scare Kalista because the more hyped she is the worse it is for those babies. Find him, this is serious."

-

Adam stared at the sight in front of him and for the first time in his life he knew how Kalista felt.

"No" he kept chanting to himself. The more he chanted it the less true it would be. This wasn't happening. He fell to his knees, "No."

"Now what Copeland?" Randy watched the blonde on his knees. Randy blew out a breath. He had gotten tired of being neglected by this man. It was time he started taking responsibility for this thing they were in together. "Get up."

Adam felt a hostile choke threatening to cut off the vital air to his lungs. He didn't think any human being was capable of this. Don't get him wrong, he was no choir boy, doing his fair share of fucked up shit but this, this was just morbid.

"Randy," Adam's voice was barely above a whisper, "what have you done?"

"You know Copeland; I'm getting awfully sick of hearing you ask that question. All I have done is what we've planned."

Adam stood turning on him with blazing grey eyes, "We didn't discuss this! You have a fucking agenda of your own and it isn't at all what we 'planned'," Adam looked down at Randy's latest "masterpiece" as he referred them, "You're sick, do you know that?"

Randy feigned innocence, "Why thank you so much for noticing."

"Randy, this isn't a joke." Adam began to pace, "You have no fuckin' idea of the shit you just put us in."

"Do you think I'm a fuckin' rookie Adam?" he looked at his lover, "Give me more credit than that baby."

Adam put an arm around his waist, "I just wish I knew the method to your madness that's all."

"Don't worry," Randy took the last drag from his cigarette, "There is."

"That's the problem, I am worried." Adam sighed looking down at the corpse, "What are we going to do with this body?"

"Adam," he exhaled, "give me a fuckin' break will you?" Randy plucked his cigarette toward the body watching it catch a blaze.

"She was carrying my baby," Adam shook his head.

Randy kissed his lover, "Hers isn't the kid you have to worry about."