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Chapter 11
"What?" Brandi yelled. "How do you know he's going to ask that?" She finished. "Well Stone Cold." I started, as she just smirked at me. "I said I think. We were on our way back to the hotel a few nights ago, and he asked me if I ever wanted to get married." I told her, with a smile on my face. "What did you tell him?" She asked, as she hung up her sweater. "I told him that I hadn't really thought about it, but if the right guy came along, I'd probably would." "Well what did he say?" My sister asked, sitting down next to me. "That he was going to be the only right guy to come along." "So if he asks you, will you say yes?" "I don't know. I mean part of me knows that he would never hurt me, but a small part of me is scared. I mean, what if I flip out on him again? I've never been with anyone else before, except for that bastard and now John, and John and I haven't done more than just kiss." I told her, as I felt myself on the verge of tears. "Well Tiff. All I can tell you is, if he does ask you, make sure you know how you feel. Only you will know, but if you need anymore advice you know where to find me." Brandi said, as she gave me a hug.
Thanksgiving dinner went really well. Brock never said anything about us heading to Texas, or me being afraid again. A couple of weeks later, after Nicole and Mya dropped us off at the airport is when Brock finally mentioned something about it. "Are you sure you're okay munchkin?" He asked, when we got settled into our seats. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, looking up at him. "You were just so quiet on the way here, it's just not like you." Brock said, almost like he was trying to get me to breakdown or something. "Really Brock, I'm fine. I've just been doing some thinking, and I'm trying to sort it all out." I answered honestly.
"Ladies and gentleman. We're going to be landing at San Antonio International Airport shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your seats to their upright position. Thank you for flying American Airlines." The flight attendants voice said over the speakers. When we got off the plane, John was right there waiting for us. "Hey sweetie." John said, grabbing me up in a hug. "Hi." I whispered back, before I gave him a small kiss on the lips. "Baby, what's wrong?" "John, I think we need to talk." I told him, as I started towards the baggage claim, leaving John and my brother confused while they followed me.
When we got to the SBC Center, John and I went into a locker room to talk. "Honey, what's the matter?" John asked, the concern in his voice matched the concern in his eyes. After my talk with Brandi, I had done nothing but think about how I feel when I'm with him and when I'm without him. I just don't want to hurt him, even though I know that's exactly what I'll be doing. "John, you know I love you right?" I asked, when he nodded his head, I continued. "You have been nothing but supportive to me. Hell, you even let me punch you in the face. The thing is, I'm not sure we should be together right now. I have only been with one person intimately, which wasn't by choice, and you're a guy and eventually you'll want to be that way with me, I'm just not sure if I would ever be ready. You deserve to be happy, and after everything you've done for me that is the one thing I want for you." I said, tears pouring down my face. "Tiffany. You make me happy. You have overcome so much in your life already that you can beat this too." John said, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "I don't want anyone else but you, you're it for me." He finished, grabbing my hands. "How can you say that? Think about it John, we've never done more than just kiss. Why do you think that is? I don't want you to put your life on hold anymore." I said, getting up leaving the locker room and John behind.
Adam found me like an hour later walking around the halls by myself. "Tiffany. What's going on?" He yelled, causing me to turn around. When I did, the fact that I was crying became apparent. "Hey Adam." I answered softly. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" He asked, hugging me. "John and I broke up." I said, trying to stop my new onslaught of tears. "Why would he hurt you? I'll go kick his ass if you want me too." Adam said, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "I broke up with him. I didn't want to keep him from being happy anymore." I said, as we kept on walking. "Why would you think he isn't happy?" Adam asked, as we neared the women's locker room. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, as I walked inside to get ready for the show.
"Hey Cena. Are you with us or not?" Kurt asked, snapping his fingers in front of his face." Yeah guys. Sorry about that." John said, looking at Kurt, Brock, and Chris Benoit. They were sitting in Brock's locker room planning their match. After a few more minutes they had everything set up for how they wanted it to go. When John was getting ready to leave, Brock called him back. "What was that about earlier? You never space out when you're planning a match." Brock said. "I was thinking about that sister of yours." John replied, looking up at Brock. "What about her?" "Well you know how she said me and her needed to talk? She drops this bombshell on me that she thinks we should break up, that I'm a guy and eventually I'll want to do more than just kiss." As soon as John said this, Brock was right in his face. "Have you been pressuring my sister Cena?" Brock yelled. "No man. She said that she wants me to be happy, and she thinks after awhile I wouldn't be happy with her anymore." John said, getting up to leave.
The next couple of days were definitely awkward. I had stayed with Brock instead of John, and I would cry myself to sleep at night not knowing that Brock would hear me. I know what I did was right, at least I'm hoping I did the right thing. I think by the time we got to Houston, I wasn't sure of anything anymore. I do know that we'd been in Texas for three days and I still hadn't seen 'him'. Brock, Adam, and Kurt had been trying to get me to see 'what a mistake' I'd be making. We were at the Compaq Center taping the final Smackdown before the break and I was waiting for Brock to get done with his match. I had already filmed my spot where I was arguing with Kurt and Chris because they wouldn't let me go down to the ring with them. While I was heading back to my locker room, I felt someone grab my arm, I turned around and saw the face of someone I never wanted to see again.
"Miss me bitch?" The man growled, as I started to scream. "Shut the fuck up." He yelled, as he slapped me across the face. I did as I was told, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark watching as this all went down. 'Please God. Let Mark help me. I don't want to lose my family again.' I thought, as 'he' shoved me into a janitors closet. After he made sure the door was locked, he turned around and gave me an evil grin. "Now we're going to have some fun." He said, as he ripped my shirt down the middle. "Please don't hurt me. You already ruined twelve years of my life, that should be enough." I cried, hoping someone would hear us in there.
"Adam. I need your help." Mark said, as he ran into the locker room. "What's going on?" Adam asked, wondering what Mark could possibly need his help for. "You're friends with Tiffany right?" Mark asked, when Adam nodded he continued. "She's in trouble. Rey, when Brocks match ends get him and Cena down here." Mark finished, as he and Adam ran in the direction of my cries, while Rey went to wait for Brock and John.
"Let me go!" I yelled, as I started kicking my legs, hoping I could keep him off me. "Stop kicking me you little bitch." He growled, slapping me in the face, making me scream again. After I screamed, I saw the door burst open as Mark and Adam rushed in. Mark pulled him off of me and started punching him, while Adam hugged me. After a few minutes Mark decided to stop punching him before he killed him. It was then that Adam noticed my ripped shirt and took his off and handed it to me. "Here, you need this more than I do." Adam said, as I pulled it over my head. "I want my brother." I said, wiping the tears off my face. "Okay Tiff. Rey Rey went to meet him after his match." Mark told me, as he walked back in with a couple police officers. 'Funny.' I thought. 'I never even saw him leave.' Adam picked me up like a baby and carried me down to their locker room. When we got in there the first person I saw was Brock, and he looked angry, scared, and relieved all in one. "What the hell happened?" He demanded, as he saw Adam carrying me in. "That son of a bitch got to her." He answered, sitting me on the couch. It was then I noticed he set me next to John. "Tiff. Are you okay?" John asked, trying to get me to open up to him. "Yeah John. I'm fine." I said, getting up and going towards my bag. "Are you sure Tiff?" Brock asked, walking up behind me. "Yes I'm sure." I yelled, hoping I could believe myself.
A/N: The Mark in this story is the Undertaker, just for those who didn't know. Please leave a review, I like knowing what you guys think of this story. I have Chapter 12 wrote up now, I just don't feel like typing it tonight, it will either be up tomorrow or Wednesday. I still have some last minute Christmas shopping to do.
Chapter 11
"What?" Brandi yelled. "How do you know he's going to ask that?" She finished. "Well Stone Cold." I started, as she just smirked at me. "I said I think. We were on our way back to the hotel a few nights ago, and he asked me if I ever wanted to get married." I told her, with a smile on my face. "What did you tell him?" She asked, as she hung up her sweater. "I told him that I hadn't really thought about it, but if the right guy came along, I'd probably would." "Well what did he say?" My sister asked, sitting down next to me. "That he was going to be the only right guy to come along." "So if he asks you, will you say yes?" "I don't know. I mean part of me knows that he would never hurt me, but a small part of me is scared. I mean, what if I flip out on him again? I've never been with anyone else before, except for that bastard and now John, and John and I haven't done more than just kiss." I told her, as I felt myself on the verge of tears. "Well Tiff. All I can tell you is, if he does ask you, make sure you know how you feel. Only you will know, but if you need anymore advice you know where to find me." Brandi said, as she gave me a hug.
Thanksgiving dinner went really well. Brock never said anything about us heading to Texas, or me being afraid again. A couple of weeks later, after Nicole and Mya dropped us off at the airport is when Brock finally mentioned something about it. "Are you sure you're okay munchkin?" He asked, when we got settled into our seats. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, looking up at him. "You were just so quiet on the way here, it's just not like you." Brock said, almost like he was trying to get me to breakdown or something. "Really Brock, I'm fine. I've just been doing some thinking, and I'm trying to sort it all out." I answered honestly.
"Ladies and gentleman. We're going to be landing at San Antonio International Airport shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your seats to their upright position. Thank you for flying American Airlines." The flight attendants voice said over the speakers. When we got off the plane, John was right there waiting for us. "Hey sweetie." John said, grabbing me up in a hug. "Hi." I whispered back, before I gave him a small kiss on the lips. "Baby, what's wrong?" "John, I think we need to talk." I told him, as I started towards the baggage claim, leaving John and my brother confused while they followed me.
When we got to the SBC Center, John and I went into a locker room to talk. "Honey, what's the matter?" John asked, the concern in his voice matched the concern in his eyes. After my talk with Brandi, I had done nothing but think about how I feel when I'm with him and when I'm without him. I just don't want to hurt him, even though I know that's exactly what I'll be doing. "John, you know I love you right?" I asked, when he nodded his head, I continued. "You have been nothing but supportive to me. Hell, you even let me punch you in the face. The thing is, I'm not sure we should be together right now. I have only been with one person intimately, which wasn't by choice, and you're a guy and eventually you'll want to be that way with me, I'm just not sure if I would ever be ready. You deserve to be happy, and after everything you've done for me that is the one thing I want for you." I said, tears pouring down my face. "Tiffany. You make me happy. You have overcome so much in your life already that you can beat this too." John said, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "I don't want anyone else but you, you're it for me." He finished, grabbing my hands. "How can you say that? Think about it John, we've never done more than just kiss. Why do you think that is? I don't want you to put your life on hold anymore." I said, getting up leaving the locker room and John behind.
Adam found me like an hour later walking around the halls by myself. "Tiffany. What's going on?" He yelled, causing me to turn around. When I did, the fact that I was crying became apparent. "Hey Adam." I answered softly. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" He asked, hugging me. "John and I broke up." I said, trying to stop my new onslaught of tears. "Why would he hurt you? I'll go kick his ass if you want me too." Adam said, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "I broke up with him. I didn't want to keep him from being happy anymore." I said, as we kept on walking. "Why would you think he isn't happy?" Adam asked, as we neared the women's locker room. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, as I walked inside to get ready for the show.
"Hey Cena. Are you with us or not?" Kurt asked, snapping his fingers in front of his face." Yeah guys. Sorry about that." John said, looking at Kurt, Brock, and Chris Benoit. They were sitting in Brock's locker room planning their match. After a few more minutes they had everything set up for how they wanted it to go. When John was getting ready to leave, Brock called him back. "What was that about earlier? You never space out when you're planning a match." Brock said. "I was thinking about that sister of yours." John replied, looking up at Brock. "What about her?" "Well you know how she said me and her needed to talk? She drops this bombshell on me that she thinks we should break up, that I'm a guy and eventually I'll want to do more than just kiss." As soon as John said this, Brock was right in his face. "Have you been pressuring my sister Cena?" Brock yelled. "No man. She said that she wants me to be happy, and she thinks after awhile I wouldn't be happy with her anymore." John said, getting up to leave.
The next couple of days were definitely awkward. I had stayed with Brock instead of John, and I would cry myself to sleep at night not knowing that Brock would hear me. I know what I did was right, at least I'm hoping I did the right thing. I think by the time we got to Houston, I wasn't sure of anything anymore. I do know that we'd been in Texas for three days and I still hadn't seen 'him'. Brock, Adam, and Kurt had been trying to get me to see 'what a mistake' I'd be making. We were at the Compaq Center taping the final Smackdown before the break and I was waiting for Brock to get done with his match. I had already filmed my spot where I was arguing with Kurt and Chris because they wouldn't let me go down to the ring with them. While I was heading back to my locker room, I felt someone grab my arm, I turned around and saw the face of someone I never wanted to see again.
"Miss me bitch?" The man growled, as I started to scream. "Shut the fuck up." He yelled, as he slapped me across the face. I did as I was told, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark watching as this all went down. 'Please God. Let Mark help me. I don't want to lose my family again.' I thought, as 'he' shoved me into a janitors closet. After he made sure the door was locked, he turned around and gave me an evil grin. "Now we're going to have some fun." He said, as he ripped my shirt down the middle. "Please don't hurt me. You already ruined twelve years of my life, that should be enough." I cried, hoping someone would hear us in there.
"Adam. I need your help." Mark said, as he ran into the locker room. "What's going on?" Adam asked, wondering what Mark could possibly need his help for. "You're friends with Tiffany right?" Mark asked, when Adam nodded he continued. "She's in trouble. Rey, when Brocks match ends get him and Cena down here." Mark finished, as he and Adam ran in the direction of my cries, while Rey went to wait for Brock and John.
"Let me go!" I yelled, as I started kicking my legs, hoping I could keep him off me. "Stop kicking me you little bitch." He growled, slapping me in the face, making me scream again. After I screamed, I saw the door burst open as Mark and Adam rushed in. Mark pulled him off of me and started punching him, while Adam hugged me. After a few minutes Mark decided to stop punching him before he killed him. It was then that Adam noticed my ripped shirt and took his off and handed it to me. "Here, you need this more than I do." Adam said, as I pulled it over my head. "I want my brother." I said, wiping the tears off my face. "Okay Tiff. Rey Rey went to meet him after his match." Mark told me, as he walked back in with a couple police officers. 'Funny.' I thought. 'I never even saw him leave.' Adam picked me up like a baby and carried me down to their locker room. When we got in there the first person I saw was Brock, and he looked angry, scared, and relieved all in one. "What the hell happened?" He demanded, as he saw Adam carrying me in. "That son of a bitch got to her." He answered, sitting me on the couch. It was then I noticed he set me next to John. "Tiff. Are you okay?" John asked, trying to get me to open up to him. "Yeah John. I'm fine." I said, getting up and going towards my bag. "Are you sure Tiff?" Brock asked, walking up behind me. "Yes I'm sure." I yelled, hoping I could believe myself.
A/N: The Mark in this story is the Undertaker, just for those who didn't know. Please leave a review, I like knowing what you guys think of this story. I have Chapter 12 wrote up now, I just don't feel like typing it tonight, it will either be up tomorrow or Wednesday. I still have some last minute Christmas shopping to do.