It's taken me a long time to get this chapter out. I'm sorry it's taken so long! I received 11 reviews for Chapter 28. Guys, without your reviews, I have no inspiration to update. It's really been slacking lately, but trust me the ideas are going to get more dramatic! I'm not going to put a review quota for when I'll update, but I'd LOVE to get at least 15 reviews for this chapter, then I'll update faster :) Thanks to those who reviewed! And as always, if you guys really like this story, feedback is the best way to let me know. The more you give, the sooner I update! Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena or Randy Orton (Damnit) Or anything affiliated with the WWE. Vince owns all, superstars own themselves. I own the OC's and the ideas. Sue me and you will get negative dollar amounts in the form of a Student Line of Credit. Song Credits: -Firework by Katy Perry and Monster by Skillet ENJOY!
-Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin.. like a house of cards, one blow from caving in-
"I can't do this right now, John"
"Please, Ley, just don't make this decision so fast."
John stared her down as she backed toward the door. The indecision in her eyes brought him some comfort. He knew she loved being here, but the fact that her contemplating thoughts were blatant in her expression, giving him the sense she missed him just as much as he did her.
"I have to go."
John jumped as she bolted through the door and down the hall.
"You wanna run again? FINE! Fucking run away!" He yelled after her. Sighing, he clenched his fists and walked back into his locker room, his head hanging.
"See if I care.." he muttered.
"Seems like you care a hell of a lot, Cena."
John's eyes shot up and he shook his head.
"What do you know, Jericho."
Chris chuckled and shook his head, "John, you are so in love with that girl and apparently everyone knows it but you."
Ever since John could remember, Chris had been a mentor of his. Hell, one of his first major feuds that established his name was with Chris. Just like his character, Chris was the type of person who was going to call it as he saw it no matter what anyone else thought.
"She's my best-"
"-friend," Chris finished, "I know, that's all you say she is."
"I don't need this right now." John moved to the other end of the room and repacked his bag. Chris pursed his lips and shrugged standing up.
"Fine, I came to tell you we have a meeting with creative in twenty minutes," Chris said quietly. He made his way to the door, then stopped and turned around.
"John.."
John lifted his head slightly and frowned as Chris was smirking.
"Just to let you know, when it comes to her, you don't have as good of a poker face as you assume you do."
The muscle in his jaw twitched as he watched Chris walk out the door. He zipped his bag roughly, and tossed it onto the couch. As he continued to replay Chris' words in his head, feelings began to resurface. Leaning back against the wall, he chuckled to himself.
"When you assume, you make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'."
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-So stay away from me, the beast is ugly.. I feel the rage and I just can't hold it-
Her chest heaved, from her fatigue from running but also fear. She didn't want to be in this place again, vulnerable to his charm and persuasion. She knew if she stayed in that locker room any longer, she'd be on a plane back to the USA in mere hours. Leaning against the wall in a hidden hallway, she shook out her foot and shook her head.
"These boots were not made for running.."
Laleia pushed off the wall and began to leisurely strut down the corridor she was in. She knew exactly who would be down here: the heads of every department. If they weren't in the production truck, they were in the most secluded hallway. She never could understand the significance to the hallway choice since they were never blocked off, but who was she to question the almighty Vincent K. McMahon?
"Have we not been over this before, Ashley.."
"Well speak of the devil.." Laleia muttered after hearing her former boss' voice booming down the hall.
"Yes, Vince, we have."
Tip-toeing towards the small light emitting from a crack in the door way, Laleia snarled at the condescending tone Ashley used. How was she not fired on the spot just then?
"I'm warning you Ashley, you know you're not to go near Hunter specifically."
"It has been over a year, it's not going to happen again and you know that.."
Arching an eye brow, Laleia leaned back against the wall and crouched down. What had she really missed in the last two and a half years? She was never one to read the dirt sheets, so any conflict backstage was news to her, no matter how long ago it had happened.
"Please Ashley, for your sister's sake and the sake of this company. It was hard enough when the affair itself came out.."
What in God's name was Vince talking about and why did he care so much about the reaction of Ashley's sister? Laleia continued to get more and more confused the more she listened. She knew she should leave, but at this point, she couldn't.
"When are you going to trust me again, Dad.."
"..dad?" Laleia mouthed to herself. Then her eyes widened and things began to come together. Vince's concern about Ashley's sister now made sense. Sitting on the floor, her head was spinning with all this new information. Vince McMahon was Ashley's father. Ashley was Stephanie McMahon's sister. Stephanie was Hunter's wife. Ashley was a McMahon.
"How did they manage to hide.."
In the midst of her thought of how incredible it was that this secret had been kept for so long, another thought hit her. Vince had mentioned an affair, an affair that Ashley confirmed happened over a year ago. As all the connections began to click, Laleia's blood began to boil. Ashley had an affair with her sister's husband, while she was still with John. She disregarded everything John had sacrificed for her, even his nearly two decade long friendship with Laleia, for an easy fuck.
Laleia's whole body began to tremble with anger. She clenched her fists so hard, her nails almost broke the skin of her palms. She stood up and stared at the door. The conversation went on for another fifteen minutes, Laleia deaf to it but stewing in her anger. Tears seeped from her eyes as she snarled. She had waited for the day she could release all her frustration. Her mind taunted the door, pleading for it to just open already.
"That bitch is a dead woman.."
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