And the next chapter…:)
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Help
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Hunting me
down with a smile
of depression.
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John Cena's feet are killing him.
He's thirsty. He's hungry. He's tired. He's just exhausted as he takes another step towards the gas station, grinning that he'd find at least one sign of life as he runs towards the gas station, noting how much his legs actually ached and how heavy his eyelids feel as he goes inside the gas station.
"Hello," he says to the guy behind the counter. "What's the nearest police station?"
"100 miles from here, kid," John looks down at the clock. He barely knows how to drag himself out of here, and he sees as a bunch of men shove him aside, talking to the guy in the counter and he notices how big and bulky they are and the sign at the back of one of their shirts and grins. They're bikers.
John knows that it's stupid of him but he needs to get there fast. "Yo," he starts, watching as their 'leader' he presumes, stares right at him with hard brown eyes and he swears he suddenly remembers Chris Jericho from the hair color and the skin tone but he doesn't say anything else before he notices that the guy's telling him to spill the beans. "You ride on bikes?"
"Yeah," one of them pipes it. "What's it of your business?"
"J.J, I'm the one who talks," the leader spits out. "He's right anyways. What is it of your business?"
"What could I do to get one of them?" John smirks, suddenly feeling as if he's in an action movie all over again as they let a laugh slip off their tongues, which makes John's blood boils deeply.
"He'd do anything, right?" J.J says.
"Drinking contest." The leader decides.
John's eyes widen as he nods his head anyways. A drinking contest? Why does it sound just so wrong? John can't handle two glasses of alcohol and from the look of these men, they look like all they ever breathe is alcohol.
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Breathing me
because I'm so unforgettable.
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"Hello, Dusty Rhodes?"
Ted sits down onto a chair, feeling his heart pound steadily in his chest, and he hopes, just hopes that someone will answer him. He doesn't think he has the courage to dial the numbers again. Even for a moment. It just rips a piece of Ted's heart every time he pushes a number.
Knowing what he'll say.
It'll just plain hurt both of them.
"Theodore DiBiase?"
"Yes. It-it's me." Ted stutters and he remembers how much Cody's looked up at his father and now, he's going to crush every piece of that into nothing, simply nothing, onto the floor and he'll crush it all in one conversation. "You see. I'm calling about Cody…"
"Is he hurt?"
"Yes." He can't lie.
"How badly?" It's the concern that's lapped up in Dusty's voice that makes Ted swallow a lump in his throat and takes another breath.
"It's Dustin and him. Since the day that Cody had been born, Dustin had been doing…things to him…really horrible things…and now, he's gotten us into trouble with Edge…and-and-he tried to kill himself so many times just so he can get away from Dustin. Dustin made Cody…hate…the world…"
Silence.
"You're joking, aren't you?!"
Ted jumps up. His heart's racing more than ever.
"No! I swear! You didn't notice? The bruises on his face, him drinking at ten, him getting hurt too many times? The extra pain…? You h-haven't noticed?" Ted stutters and stammers, finding that the words slipping out of his mouth are weighing him down as he takes another breath.
"What did you do to him? I swear if you're trying to pin the blame on Dustin—"
Ted's heart jump starts, racing at even the thoughts of him hurting Cody, "no, it's just that—"
"Is that it, Theodore? Do you want to pin the blame on my Dustin? He'd never do anything to hurt Cody!"
Tears leak out of Ted's eyes. "I didn't do anything!"
He doesn't even like thinking about it. He doesn't want to think that he'd hurt Cody in any way as he clutches onto his shirt and leans down to the pavement, sobbing recklessly, "I-didn't-do—anything…"
He hears that wrecked dial tone and he runs his hand through his hair, trying to collect the pieces of him on the floor but he can't and with a shaky hand, he calls his father now, trying to stop his sobs from escaping his throat. You're already broken, Ted. You want to break even more? You're pathetic…
Ted ignores his own thoughts.
"D-Dad?"
"Theodore?"
He hates how everyone calls him Theodore. His father. His mother. Dusty. Sometimes, even Randy and Cody when they're angry at him, or daring for that matter. But sometimes, he wants to be Theodore. Because he doesn't know who Theodore is. He just knows Ted DiBiase.
That's one of those times.
"I called Dusty about something…"
"I despise that man and you know it." The words spit out like they're acid and Ted takes it in because he thinks that he hates Dusty, too, now after the words he'd said—about him hurting his Cody. No. He'd never do that. He'd never think about doing that. It just hurts Ted too much.
"C-Cody, John, Randy and I have been in a train as a part of Edge's challenge because he threatened to kill me…Dustin's been abusing Cody and I since I was three and since Cody was born, but he stopped when I was sixteen but he's still hurting Cody and—I don't like to see him that way…"
"You like that Rhodes boy?"
If his father had been standing right beside him, he'd see that Ted would rip his heart out for Cody Rhodes.
"Yes. I like him very much."
"He's gotta you under some sort of spell, the Rhodes boy, Cody," the Million Dollar man says. Then realization hits him. "Wait—he threatened to kill you?"
"Yes! He made us do crazy things like cutting each other, too! He used to get me bottles and bottles of alcohol and makes me drink myself to a black out. He knows that I'll be better when I wrestle that way."
"That sick little piece of…" Ted's father decides not to curse in front of his son before he sinks in the words in. "Did you call the police?"
"John is calling the police. We just need you to be here so we can throw Edge and Dustin in jail—for good." Ted says softly and happiness finally burns inside of him, knowing that there's hope that his father would help him. Even if Dusty isn't. And as his heart mends together by his father's words.
"Why do we need to throw them in jail?"
"Didn't you listen to me? He's hurting Cody right now and we can't let him do that!" Ted exclaims, trying to remind him. "And Edge—Edge was drowning me in alcohol so I can wrestle better…didn't you listen to any of this?"
"I like his method…"
"I hate you!"
Ted stops when he said that. Ted just couldn't believe it.
He shuts his phone and grabs onto the nearest pole, cold and black, thick and he hits his head in it. "No…no! This cannot be happening!"
He had just lost his father and Dusty's respect in one quick phone call.
Why did this have to happen?
Ted's heart thuds once more as he hits his head so hard on the pole that blood tricks from his forehead. "No…"
Everything in front of him.
Just shattered.
Dustin can come back and hurt Cody without his knowledge.
Edge will and can find a way back to them.
They'll never be safe again.
They'll always be scared of what's to come.
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Alcohol
Burns.
+you're an addict
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John Cena had never been straight edge before.
At the age of ten, he used to hook up with boys just for the fun of hooking up. At fifteen, he'd smoked. A lot. At sixteen, he quit smoking. At nineteen, he'd taken a swig of alcohol and he found himself drowning in alcohol. At twenty, he stops drinking and smoking because it's starting to take effect of his body and face.
He doesn't know how Punk does it.
He takes a quick swig of alcohol.
Old memories washing over John.
About two hour later, John's dizzy and nauseous and all he needs is this one cup to get a bike to ride the station after getting more details, and now, as he finishes the cup, the dizziness just reaches a new level and the leader says "I give" before John walks to a motorbike and sits on it, his head still dizzy with alcohol, he starts the bike.
His head's here and there.
All hazy.
He finds himself coming and going into reality.
He stops by the police station and walks inside, drunk with his head spinning and his heart exploding inside of his chest from so much alcohol.
"Get the drunken idiot out of here!"
John's shoved out of the police station before he can even say another word and he finds himself flying back to the motorbike. Hitting his head, and at that moment, John Cena blacks out from excessive alcohol.
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You're not safe anymore.
And you just hope
that God will have mercy on you.
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Edge's eyes slowly flutter open.
Dustin feels a nudge and he opens his eyes.
They see Randy Orton and Cody Rhodes, talking about something and there's a hole in their train and their eyes flash violently.
Dustin stands up. "So Cody, you want to die quick or slow?" he says, taking a knife from his pocket.
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What? I know it's evil.
But I love for evil.
Plus, this chapter just called for it.
;) Sam