Disclaimer: Anyone famous I don't own, although I do wish I owned
John Cena. I do own Tiffany and the 'man'.
A/N: Sorry about the long delay. I've been busy with school, and I just lost my job last week so I've been busy looking for another one. I'm trying to get at least 2-3 chapter written before I type them up. I have this wrote up through chapter 10. I'll be able to do some more writing this weekend so I'll be posting through the weekend and early next week.
Chapter 7
When we got down to Brocks room, I wasn't too sure what to expect. I just kept hoping that Adam and John would be right, that Brock wouldn't hate me for letting that man buy me that doll, and for actually leaving with him. I finally got up enough courage to knock on the door, but it still scared me when he answered. "Hey Tiff, John. What are you guys doing here?" Brock asked, surprised to see us. "We need to talk to you. Actually, I have to talk to you." I whispered, causing Brock to look at me funny. "Well come on in." Brock said, stepping aside to let us in.
While John and I were getting comfortable, Brock kept looking at me funny. "Brock. I have something I need to tell you, I'm just not sure how you'll react." I said, finally looking him in the eye. "Tiff, it can't be that bad. I mean, unless you're an ax murderer or something like that, I don't think I'll react in a bad way." Brock said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Alright, but please don't interrupt. It's going to take everything in me to say this." I said, hoping I wouldn't chicken out. "Okay. I promise not to interrupt." He said, while John kissed my forehead, in a way that said he was there for me.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you. The night we went out to dinner with you and me Nicole, you said I look like someone you used to know, I should have told you then but I chickened out." I said, my voice getting shaky. "Tiff, what are you saying?" Brock asked. "Brock, I know you're going to be mad and think I'm lying." I said, before saying the next part. "Brock. I'm your sister." I blurted out, as I got up off the couch. I started literally running for the door, I didn't want to face him. When I made it to the hallway, I felt someone wrap their arms around me. "He hates me doesn't he?" I asked, thinking it was John. "Why would I hate you?" I heard Brock ask me. "I ruined everyone's lives. I let that man kidnap me and I couldn't stop him." I cried, as I shoved Brock away and dropped to my knees in tears. "Tiff, listen to me. You were only seven years old. You didn't know that, that no good sorry ass son of a bitch was going to kidnap you. Yeah, our family was devastated, but you're alive and okay that's all that matters." Brock finished, hugging me to him.
Once Brock helped me back into his room, I went and washed my face off and came back out to hear this. "If you hurt my sister Cena. I'll kill you." Brock warned. For some reason, I found it extremely funny. "Honey, what are you laughing at?" John asked, noticing me for the first time since I came out of the restroom. "You and Brock. I mean this is too damn funny. My big tough brother threatening to kick your ass if you hurt me." I answered, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. "I mean come on Brock, John is a wrestler too. He'd give you one helluva fight." I finished, sitting on the bed next to Brock. "Tiff, when do you want to let everyone else know that you're alive?" Brock asked, as I laid my head on his shoulder. "As soon as possible. I've been away from my family for too long." I said, although the though of having to tell my family what really happened made me sick to my stomach. Somehow, Brock sensed my nervousness and was quick to calm me down. "They're not going to hate you either. Everyone is going to be thrilled." Brock said. "Even Kyle?" "Yes, even Kyle, T-Bird." When I heard that name, it brought tears to my eyes. I can't believe he remembered. "You know Tiff, you don't need to be surprised I remembered. I mean I was the only one who called you that." Brock said, as he kissed my cheek. "Tiff sweetie, why don't I call the airport and see if they have anymore seats on Brocks flight in the morning?" John offered. "Will you go with me?" I asked, looking up at my boyfriend. "There's no place else I'd rather be." He answered, before calling the airport.
The flight back to Minneapolis did little to calm my nerves. I think I actually became more terrified of seeing all my family again than I was last night. "Tiff, the plane is getting ready to land." John said quietly, snapping me out of my daze. "Brock's waiting for us at the gate?" I asked, hoping I remembered right. We managed to get on his flight, but we had to fly coach and Brock had first class. "Yeah he said he was going to wait off to the side." John answered, as he grabbed our carry-ons from the overhead compartment. When we finally met up with Brock, I was ready to throw up. John just squeezed my hand, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn't calm me down. "Are you ready Tiff?" Brock asked, wrapping an arm around me. "As ready as I'll ever be." I said, my voice shaking as we left to see the family I lost all those years ago.
When we pulled into our parents driveway, I finally felt the feeling of being home. As we got out of the car, Brock hugged me to him as we walked into the house. When we went into the living room, I came face to face with Kyle, and I knew as soon as he saw me he knew who I was. "Tiffany?" Kyle asked, as he stood there in shock.
A/N: Sorry about the long delay. I've been busy with school, and I just lost my job last week so I've been busy looking for another one. I'm trying to get at least 2-3 chapter written before I type them up. I have this wrote up through chapter 10. I'll be able to do some more writing this weekend so I'll be posting through the weekend and early next week.
Chapter 7
When we got down to Brocks room, I wasn't too sure what to expect. I just kept hoping that Adam and John would be right, that Brock wouldn't hate me for letting that man buy me that doll, and for actually leaving with him. I finally got up enough courage to knock on the door, but it still scared me when he answered. "Hey Tiff, John. What are you guys doing here?" Brock asked, surprised to see us. "We need to talk to you. Actually, I have to talk to you." I whispered, causing Brock to look at me funny. "Well come on in." Brock said, stepping aside to let us in.
While John and I were getting comfortable, Brock kept looking at me funny. "Brock. I have something I need to tell you, I'm just not sure how you'll react." I said, finally looking him in the eye. "Tiff, it can't be that bad. I mean, unless you're an ax murderer or something like that, I don't think I'll react in a bad way." Brock said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Alright, but please don't interrupt. It's going to take everything in me to say this." I said, hoping I wouldn't chicken out. "Okay. I promise not to interrupt." He said, while John kissed my forehead, in a way that said he was there for me.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you. The night we went out to dinner with you and me Nicole, you said I look like someone you used to know, I should have told you then but I chickened out." I said, my voice getting shaky. "Tiff, what are you saying?" Brock asked. "Brock, I know you're going to be mad and think I'm lying." I said, before saying the next part. "Brock. I'm your sister." I blurted out, as I got up off the couch. I started literally running for the door, I didn't want to face him. When I made it to the hallway, I felt someone wrap their arms around me. "He hates me doesn't he?" I asked, thinking it was John. "Why would I hate you?" I heard Brock ask me. "I ruined everyone's lives. I let that man kidnap me and I couldn't stop him." I cried, as I shoved Brock away and dropped to my knees in tears. "Tiff, listen to me. You were only seven years old. You didn't know that, that no good sorry ass son of a bitch was going to kidnap you. Yeah, our family was devastated, but you're alive and okay that's all that matters." Brock finished, hugging me to him.
Once Brock helped me back into his room, I went and washed my face off and came back out to hear this. "If you hurt my sister Cena. I'll kill you." Brock warned. For some reason, I found it extremely funny. "Honey, what are you laughing at?" John asked, noticing me for the first time since I came out of the restroom. "You and Brock. I mean this is too damn funny. My big tough brother threatening to kick your ass if you hurt me." I answered, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. "I mean come on Brock, John is a wrestler too. He'd give you one helluva fight." I finished, sitting on the bed next to Brock. "Tiff, when do you want to let everyone else know that you're alive?" Brock asked, as I laid my head on his shoulder. "As soon as possible. I've been away from my family for too long." I said, although the though of having to tell my family what really happened made me sick to my stomach. Somehow, Brock sensed my nervousness and was quick to calm me down. "They're not going to hate you either. Everyone is going to be thrilled." Brock said. "Even Kyle?" "Yes, even Kyle, T-Bird." When I heard that name, it brought tears to my eyes. I can't believe he remembered. "You know Tiff, you don't need to be surprised I remembered. I mean I was the only one who called you that." Brock said, as he kissed my cheek. "Tiff sweetie, why don't I call the airport and see if they have anymore seats on Brocks flight in the morning?" John offered. "Will you go with me?" I asked, looking up at my boyfriend. "There's no place else I'd rather be." He answered, before calling the airport.
The flight back to Minneapolis did little to calm my nerves. I think I actually became more terrified of seeing all my family again than I was last night. "Tiff, the plane is getting ready to land." John said quietly, snapping me out of my daze. "Brock's waiting for us at the gate?" I asked, hoping I remembered right. We managed to get on his flight, but we had to fly coach and Brock had first class. "Yeah he said he was going to wait off to the side." John answered, as he grabbed our carry-ons from the overhead compartment. When we finally met up with Brock, I was ready to throw up. John just squeezed my hand, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn't calm me down. "Are you ready Tiff?" Brock asked, wrapping an arm around me. "As ready as I'll ever be." I said, my voice shaking as we left to see the family I lost all those years ago.
When we pulled into our parents driveway, I finally felt the feeling of being home. As we got out of the car, Brock hugged me to him as we walked into the house. When we went into the living room, I came face to face with Kyle, and I knew as soon as he saw me he knew who I was. "Tiffany?" Kyle asked, as he stood there in shock.