Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own the wrestlers or spouses. I only
own Tiffany.
A/N: Here's Chapter 6. It's going to probably be the shortest chapter of this story. I just didn't want to add too much into this chapter cause chapter 7 is going to be the major chapter this is just the build up for it.
Chapter 6
After John's match with Zack, I met him down in his locker room to tell him everything. I really don't want him to treat me differently, but I'm afraid more of how he'll react to it. "Hey honey. Your match was great." I said, as I walked into his locker room. "Thanks baby. Now let's start talking, cause whatever this nightmare was about, it obviously isn't going away." John said, while he motioned for me to sit next to him. "Can we talk back at the hotel? It's not something I want everyone to know about." I asked. "Sure sweetie. Let's go." John said, grabbing his bag and my hand.
When we got back to the hotel, John was actually very patient and let me take my time. By the time I even said the first word, I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. "My nightmare I had the other night, is a flashback to my childhood. When I was seven I was kidnapped. My older brother Kyle was supposed to be watching me, but he found his comic books much more interesting. This man noticed me looking at a babydoll and offered to buy it for me. He told me to go with him while he paid for it, and after that he kidnapped me." I said, as the tears I was holding back spilled over. John just sat there in shock. "There's more though. After awhile, he would start beating me because I wouldn't do something, and when I got older he started raping me. The night after he raped me the last time, is when I was finally able to leave. He got so drunk that he forgot to lock the door after he left." I finished, by now John looked like he wanted to kill someone. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. That no good bastard better make sure that I never see him, cause if I do I'll kill him. Have you been able to find your family?" John asked, not knowing how close to the answer he truly was. "Yeah, I've found one of my brothers." I told him honestly. "Well did you find out anything about your parents?" "My brother doesn't know I'm me yet." I told him, looking down. "Why don't you call him?" John asked. "It's not that simple John." When he looked at me weird, I finished my explanation. "Brock is my brother."
"Holy shit." John said, shocked. "Yeah I know. I'm just afraid of how he's going to react when I tell him. I mean what if he hates me or he's mad at me for putting our family through hell for 12 years." I said, getting up and for some stupid ass reason, I started pacing the floor. "Tiff, honey. He's not going to hate you. If he should hate anyone, it should be that son of a bitch who kidnapped you." John said, stopping me from my carpet wearing. "I know, but I shouldn't have gone with him to get that doll. I mean I was old enough to know better." I said, as John wrapped his arms around me. "Sweetie, I'll go down there with you. I'll be right there holding your hand. I know Brock, he'll be shocked and then you'll never be able to lose him. Which I think you'll be happy with." John said, hugging me tightly. "You promise you won't leave me?" I asked, almost childlike. "I'll only leave if you want me too." John promised, as he headed down to Brocks' room.
A/N 2: I'm already working on chapter 7. I should probably have it up sometime near Thursday or Friday. Please leave any feedback you may have good or bad.
*Amanda*
A/N: Here's Chapter 6. It's going to probably be the shortest chapter of this story. I just didn't want to add too much into this chapter cause chapter 7 is going to be the major chapter this is just the build up for it.
Chapter 6
After John's match with Zack, I met him down in his locker room to tell him everything. I really don't want him to treat me differently, but I'm afraid more of how he'll react to it. "Hey honey. Your match was great." I said, as I walked into his locker room. "Thanks baby. Now let's start talking, cause whatever this nightmare was about, it obviously isn't going away." John said, while he motioned for me to sit next to him. "Can we talk back at the hotel? It's not something I want everyone to know about." I asked. "Sure sweetie. Let's go." John said, grabbing his bag and my hand.
When we got back to the hotel, John was actually very patient and let me take my time. By the time I even said the first word, I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. "My nightmare I had the other night, is a flashback to my childhood. When I was seven I was kidnapped. My older brother Kyle was supposed to be watching me, but he found his comic books much more interesting. This man noticed me looking at a babydoll and offered to buy it for me. He told me to go with him while he paid for it, and after that he kidnapped me." I said, as the tears I was holding back spilled over. John just sat there in shock. "There's more though. After awhile, he would start beating me because I wouldn't do something, and when I got older he started raping me. The night after he raped me the last time, is when I was finally able to leave. He got so drunk that he forgot to lock the door after he left." I finished, by now John looked like he wanted to kill someone. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. That no good bastard better make sure that I never see him, cause if I do I'll kill him. Have you been able to find your family?" John asked, not knowing how close to the answer he truly was. "Yeah, I've found one of my brothers." I told him honestly. "Well did you find out anything about your parents?" "My brother doesn't know I'm me yet." I told him, looking down. "Why don't you call him?" John asked. "It's not that simple John." When he looked at me weird, I finished my explanation. "Brock is my brother."
"Holy shit." John said, shocked. "Yeah I know. I'm just afraid of how he's going to react when I tell him. I mean what if he hates me or he's mad at me for putting our family through hell for 12 years." I said, getting up and for some stupid ass reason, I started pacing the floor. "Tiff, honey. He's not going to hate you. If he should hate anyone, it should be that son of a bitch who kidnapped you." John said, stopping me from my carpet wearing. "I know, but I shouldn't have gone with him to get that doll. I mean I was old enough to know better." I said, as John wrapped his arms around me. "Sweetie, I'll go down there with you. I'll be right there holding your hand. I know Brock, he'll be shocked and then you'll never be able to lose him. Which I think you'll be happy with." John said, hugging me tightly. "You promise you won't leave me?" I asked, almost childlike. "I'll only leave if you want me too." John promised, as he headed down to Brocks' room.
A/N 2: I'm already working on chapter 7. I should probably have it up sometime near Thursday or Friday. Please leave any feedback you may have good or bad.
*Amanda*