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A/N: Here is Chapter 12. I'm working on Chapter 13 right now it may not be up until Sunday night possibly, as I'm leaving to go back home for Christmas tomorrow so I'll be able to finish writing it on the plane.
Chapter 12
'The flight home to Minneapolis was spent of me trying to convince Brock not to tell our parents about what happened. He wouldn't hear of it though, he said they deserved to know that the low life bastard was in jail now. John and I talked a little bit, I was surprised that with everything I said to him, that he still wanted to protect me. I did tell him however, that I would call him over the break so we could talk. Maybe I did make a mistake by telling him I wanted him to see other people.' I finished writing, as Brock pulled into our parents driveway to drop me off. "Okay munchkin, I'll be back later tonight with Nicole and Mya for dinner, we'll tell mom and dad then." Brock said, as he got my bags out of the trunk. "Fine. There's nothing I can say to stop you is there?" I replied, looking up at him. "No, not really. They need to know Tiff." Brock said, giving me a hug. "Alright, see you tonight." I told him, as I started towards the house.
After I got settled in my room, someone knocked on my door. "Tiff, can I come in?" Brandi asked. "Yeah." I answered back, wondering when she got here. "What's going on with you? Brock calls me and tells me that you broke up with John and now the two of you are miserable." Brandi asked, sitting at the foot of my bed. "Well when we got to San Antonio, I realized that John is a guy and that eventually he'll want to do something that I'm not ready to do. So I told him he should see other people." I said, feeling the tears come to my eyes. "Do you still feel that way?" She asked, looking me in the eye. "No, I miss him so much. I'm just scared that I've lost him for good. He was so patient and gentle with me through everything, even last night in Houston." I said, not realizing what I had just said. "What happened last night?" Brandi asked quietly. "Don't worry about it, okay?" I asked, getting up and putting the rest of my stuff away.
When Brock, Nicole, and Mya got to the house that night for dinner, I was too busy playing with my niece and talking to Nicole to notice that Brandi was talking quietly with Brock. "Can you get me John's phone number?" Brandi asked, as soon as she and Brock were out of ear shot. "Well it's good to see you too, sis." Brock said, jokingly. "Yeah yeah, glad your home for a couple of weeks. Can you get me the number?" She asked again. "Yeah, I can. Why do you want his number though?" Brock asked, wondering just what his sister was up too. "I just spent an hour watching our sister get upset over this stupid decision she made, so you and I are going to help her fix it." Brandi told him, as he stood in shock learning he was going to be a part of this. "Now what's his number?" Brandi asked again, as Brock grabbed his cell phone and wrote the number down for her.
The next morning, dad, Kyle, Ryan, and Brock went out Christmas tree hunting, while mom, Nicole, Brandi, and I got the decorations ready. When they finally go home, mom and Nicole had fixed lunch for everyone and Brandi said something about calling her boyfriend. It was then that I realized Brock didn't make me tell our parents last night about what happened in Texas. "Tiff, I think you need to tell mom and dad something." Brock said. 'Damn, thought that one too soon.' I said to myself, as everyone turned to look at me. "Fine, since Brock is so hell bent on everybody knowing, I guess I have to tell you. After I was kidnapped I was living in Texas. I found out right before Thanksgiving that we'd be doing the last few shows of the year in Texas. I told Brock and John and they both agreed that they wouldn't leave my side. When we arrived in Houston, I guess I let my guard down since I hadn't seen him yet. While Brock and John were out for their match, he showed up as I was coming back to my locker room he shoved me into a janitors closet, but Mark saw him and I guess that's when he went to get Adam to help him. Next thing I know, the door is being kicked in and Mark pulled him off me and Adam carried me back to the locker room." I said, looking up and seeing my mom in tears just made me start crying. "Is he in jail now?" Ryan asked, knowing everyone wanted to know the answer. "Yes, he's in jail. I'll have to go back to Texas in a couple of months for his trial, but he's definitely rotting in jail." I said, finally sitting down to eat my lunch.
When we finally got the Christmas tree and the house decorated Brandi, Nicole, and I went down to the basement to wrap some Christmas presents. While we were wrapping, I had to find out why Brandi never said anything about a boyfriend before. When the only answer she gave me was, you'll meet him Christmas night, it aggravated me even more. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked, as I tied a ribbon on the present I got Brock. "Why do you have to be so nosy?" Brandi asked me back. "You're not going to tell me are you?" I asked, throwing a bow at her.
Christmas morning finally arrived, and since everyone stayed at the house last night, I didn't have to wait to open presents. Of course, Mya running into my room at 6:30 made sure I was awake. "Aunt Tiffy, Aunt Tiffy. Sana Las was here. 'Et up!" My 2 1/2 year old niece yelled, as she tried to climb on my bed by herself. 'Child you must get your energy from your mom, cause your daddy sure isn't this awake in the morning.' I thought. "I'm up Mya. Have you woke Nana and Papa yet?" I asked, pulling her up on the bed with me. "Yeah, yous no up. Daddy say you seepin'. Unca Kyle say wake up." Mya said, with a cute baby laugh. "So Uncle Kyle told you to wake me up, huh?" I asked, grabbing Mya as we headed downstairs.
"Well look who finally decided to join us." Ryan said, as I sat Mya down. "You know Ryan, it's only 6:30 in the morning." I replied, sitting on the floor next to Kyle. "As for you Ky. Sending a 2 year old to wake me up, that's just pathetic." I joked, as mom started passing out our presents. We decided to let Mya open hers first that way we could all watch her. Finally about an hour and a half later, we were all done opening our gifts when Ryan pulled out the present for our parents from all of us. "Mom, Dad. We decided that since this is the first Christmas we've all been together, we'd all chip in and get this for you." He said, handing them the present. When they opened it, mom started crying. It was a picture of all of us including Nicole and Mya. "Kids, this is the best gift we could have ever received." Dad said, while mom was rearranging pictures on the wall to hang her "new favorite"
That night we had more people in our house, than I ever thought could fit in there. It ended up being another reunion of sorts, as my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins all showed up. Dinner was fantastic, but I just couldn't stop missing John. 'Why did I ever tell him that. I must be the dumbest person on the face of the earth to think that I would be happy without him.' I thought as I listened to some story my dad was saying.
Around 9:00 that night the doorbell rang, which didn't surprise me since people seemed to be coming and going from the house, so I didn't pay much attention, although when Nicole mentioned something about Brandi's boyfriend, I did find some interest. When Brandi did walk in with the new guest, it took everything I had not to start crying.
"John!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" I said, giving him a hug. "Is there someplace we can go and talk?" He asked, looking down in my eyes. "Yeah, let me get my coat. Mya is asleep in my room, so we'll have to go outside." I said, as I started putting on my coat. We started walking, neither one of us saying too much, finally John broke the uncomfortable silence. "How are you doing Tiff?" "I'm okay. Knowing he's in jail and he can't hurt me anymore helps." I said, before adding softly. "I miss you though." "I miss you too, Tiff." John replied back. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was just scared, and I did the one thing I never wanted to do and I pushed you away. I figured if I let you go, then you wouldn't feel guilty for just staying with me out of pity." I said, as we walked into the park. "Tiffany. I was never with you because I pitied you, I thought you knew me better than that." John said, pulling me onto his lap on the swing. "I know, but, I don't know." I said, with a small laugh. "Tiff. You have know idea how scared I was when Brock and I came through the curtain and Rey was there telling us you were in trouble and to follow him to the locker room. Then when Adam carried you in, I just wanted to wrap my arms around you and never let go." He said, tightening his grip on me. "John, can we start over?" I asked, turning around on his lap. "Do you even have to ask?" John said, giving me a kiss, almost better than our first. Finally, he broke the kiss and said. "Come on, let's get back to the house. I have a feeling everyone is starting to wonder what happened to us." John said, getting up off the swing with me still in his arms.
A/N: Here is Chapter 12. I'm working on Chapter 13 right now it may not be up until Sunday night possibly, as I'm leaving to go back home for Christmas tomorrow so I'll be able to finish writing it on the plane.
Chapter 12
'The flight home to Minneapolis was spent of me trying to convince Brock not to tell our parents about what happened. He wouldn't hear of it though, he said they deserved to know that the low life bastard was in jail now. John and I talked a little bit, I was surprised that with everything I said to him, that he still wanted to protect me. I did tell him however, that I would call him over the break so we could talk. Maybe I did make a mistake by telling him I wanted him to see other people.' I finished writing, as Brock pulled into our parents driveway to drop me off. "Okay munchkin, I'll be back later tonight with Nicole and Mya for dinner, we'll tell mom and dad then." Brock said, as he got my bags out of the trunk. "Fine. There's nothing I can say to stop you is there?" I replied, looking up at him. "No, not really. They need to know Tiff." Brock said, giving me a hug. "Alright, see you tonight." I told him, as I started towards the house.
After I got settled in my room, someone knocked on my door. "Tiff, can I come in?" Brandi asked. "Yeah." I answered back, wondering when she got here. "What's going on with you? Brock calls me and tells me that you broke up with John and now the two of you are miserable." Brandi asked, sitting at the foot of my bed. "Well when we got to San Antonio, I realized that John is a guy and that eventually he'll want to do something that I'm not ready to do. So I told him he should see other people." I said, feeling the tears come to my eyes. "Do you still feel that way?" She asked, looking me in the eye. "No, I miss him so much. I'm just scared that I've lost him for good. He was so patient and gentle with me through everything, even last night in Houston." I said, not realizing what I had just said. "What happened last night?" Brandi asked quietly. "Don't worry about it, okay?" I asked, getting up and putting the rest of my stuff away.
When Brock, Nicole, and Mya got to the house that night for dinner, I was too busy playing with my niece and talking to Nicole to notice that Brandi was talking quietly with Brock. "Can you get me John's phone number?" Brandi asked, as soon as she and Brock were out of ear shot. "Well it's good to see you too, sis." Brock said, jokingly. "Yeah yeah, glad your home for a couple of weeks. Can you get me the number?" She asked again. "Yeah, I can. Why do you want his number though?" Brock asked, wondering just what his sister was up too. "I just spent an hour watching our sister get upset over this stupid decision she made, so you and I are going to help her fix it." Brandi told him, as he stood in shock learning he was going to be a part of this. "Now what's his number?" Brandi asked again, as Brock grabbed his cell phone and wrote the number down for her.
The next morning, dad, Kyle, Ryan, and Brock went out Christmas tree hunting, while mom, Nicole, Brandi, and I got the decorations ready. When they finally go home, mom and Nicole had fixed lunch for everyone and Brandi said something about calling her boyfriend. It was then that I realized Brock didn't make me tell our parents last night about what happened in Texas. "Tiff, I think you need to tell mom and dad something." Brock said. 'Damn, thought that one too soon.' I said to myself, as everyone turned to look at me. "Fine, since Brock is so hell bent on everybody knowing, I guess I have to tell you. After I was kidnapped I was living in Texas. I found out right before Thanksgiving that we'd be doing the last few shows of the year in Texas. I told Brock and John and they both agreed that they wouldn't leave my side. When we arrived in Houston, I guess I let my guard down since I hadn't seen him yet. While Brock and John were out for their match, he showed up as I was coming back to my locker room he shoved me into a janitors closet, but Mark saw him and I guess that's when he went to get Adam to help him. Next thing I know, the door is being kicked in and Mark pulled him off me and Adam carried me back to the locker room." I said, looking up and seeing my mom in tears just made me start crying. "Is he in jail now?" Ryan asked, knowing everyone wanted to know the answer. "Yes, he's in jail. I'll have to go back to Texas in a couple of months for his trial, but he's definitely rotting in jail." I said, finally sitting down to eat my lunch.
When we finally got the Christmas tree and the house decorated Brandi, Nicole, and I went down to the basement to wrap some Christmas presents. While we were wrapping, I had to find out why Brandi never said anything about a boyfriend before. When the only answer she gave me was, you'll meet him Christmas night, it aggravated me even more. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked, as I tied a ribbon on the present I got Brock. "Why do you have to be so nosy?" Brandi asked me back. "You're not going to tell me are you?" I asked, throwing a bow at her.
Christmas morning finally arrived, and since everyone stayed at the house last night, I didn't have to wait to open presents. Of course, Mya running into my room at 6:30 made sure I was awake. "Aunt Tiffy, Aunt Tiffy. Sana Las was here. 'Et up!" My 2 1/2 year old niece yelled, as she tried to climb on my bed by herself. 'Child you must get your energy from your mom, cause your daddy sure isn't this awake in the morning.' I thought. "I'm up Mya. Have you woke Nana and Papa yet?" I asked, pulling her up on the bed with me. "Yeah, yous no up. Daddy say you seepin'. Unca Kyle say wake up." Mya said, with a cute baby laugh. "So Uncle Kyle told you to wake me up, huh?" I asked, grabbing Mya as we headed downstairs.
"Well look who finally decided to join us." Ryan said, as I sat Mya down. "You know Ryan, it's only 6:30 in the morning." I replied, sitting on the floor next to Kyle. "As for you Ky. Sending a 2 year old to wake me up, that's just pathetic." I joked, as mom started passing out our presents. We decided to let Mya open hers first that way we could all watch her. Finally about an hour and a half later, we were all done opening our gifts when Ryan pulled out the present for our parents from all of us. "Mom, Dad. We decided that since this is the first Christmas we've all been together, we'd all chip in and get this for you." He said, handing them the present. When they opened it, mom started crying. It was a picture of all of us including Nicole and Mya. "Kids, this is the best gift we could have ever received." Dad said, while mom was rearranging pictures on the wall to hang her "new favorite"
That night we had more people in our house, than I ever thought could fit in there. It ended up being another reunion of sorts, as my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins all showed up. Dinner was fantastic, but I just couldn't stop missing John. 'Why did I ever tell him that. I must be the dumbest person on the face of the earth to think that I would be happy without him.' I thought as I listened to some story my dad was saying.
Around 9:00 that night the doorbell rang, which didn't surprise me since people seemed to be coming and going from the house, so I didn't pay much attention, although when Nicole mentioned something about Brandi's boyfriend, I did find some interest. When Brandi did walk in with the new guest, it took everything I had not to start crying.
"John!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" I said, giving him a hug. "Is there someplace we can go and talk?" He asked, looking down in my eyes. "Yeah, let me get my coat. Mya is asleep in my room, so we'll have to go outside." I said, as I started putting on my coat. We started walking, neither one of us saying too much, finally John broke the uncomfortable silence. "How are you doing Tiff?" "I'm okay. Knowing he's in jail and he can't hurt me anymore helps." I said, before adding softly. "I miss you though." "I miss you too, Tiff." John replied back. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was just scared, and I did the one thing I never wanted to do and I pushed you away. I figured if I let you go, then you wouldn't feel guilty for just staying with me out of pity." I said, as we walked into the park. "Tiffany. I was never with you because I pitied you, I thought you knew me better than that." John said, pulling me onto his lap on the swing. "I know, but, I don't know." I said, with a small laugh. "Tiff. You have know idea how scared I was when Brock and I came through the curtain and Rey was there telling us you were in trouble and to follow him to the locker room. Then when Adam carried you in, I just wanted to wrap my arms around you and never let go." He said, tightening his grip on me. "John, can we start over?" I asked, turning around on his lap. "Do you even have to ask?" John said, giving me a kiss, almost better than our first. Finally, he broke the kiss and said. "Come on, let's get back to the house. I have a feeling everyone is starting to wonder what happened to us." John said, getting up off the swing with me still in his arms.