Author's Note: I haven't written a fic in the longest time ever! This doesn't fit in with the WWE storylines as much as some fics. It's pretty much in its own little world. I do not own any of the WWE or its wrestlers but, Jeremiah Valance, Dakota and the rest of the Bianchini family are fictional characters coming from my mind. Enjoy!
Dakota and John had been worrying about Isabella all night. John spent the night comforting Dakota and hadn't gotten much sleep. It was around eight in the morning and John had his arm around Dakota, as she slept. The two of them had fallen asleep at around five, worrying. John Cena's cell phone rang. The sound woke both of them up and he pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Hello?" He said, his voice groggy.
"CENA! Where the hell are you? I checked your hotel room and you're not there! You're booked for today's card, you know that! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE HOTEL!" Stephanie McMahon's booming voice screamed.
"Fuck! I forgot about that! I'll be there in fifteen, Steph. Sorry!" He said, hanging up.
"Who's voice was that? It almost broke my ears." John laughed and answered,
"That's Stephanie McMahon. She's sort of my boss. The General Manager of the brand I'm on. I've got a show. Do you still want those tickets I told you about yesterday?" Dakota shook her head.
"Thanks but, I think I'll stay home and wait for any calls or something. You go and do your thing. Get some sleep too." She told him.
"You too. I'll let myself out. Bye Dakota." He said to her, kissing her on the forehead.
"Bye John." Dakota said, laying down on the couch. She smiled as John left the living room and left the house.
Later that day, Dakota was still thinking about Isabella when the phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?"
"If you want your child back, meet me at 9754 Trevi Rd. tomorrow at ten. Come alone. Or you shall die too, along with your daughter." It was the same voice from the night before.
"Who are you?!" Dakota questioned but all she got was the tone because the kidnapper had hung up. Dakota slammed the phone down, her eyes filling up with tears again. She leaned her back against the off-white wall of her kitchen and cried. Dakota Bianchini fell to the floor, wrecked because she had nobody there at the moment and her daughter had been kidnapped. Her fists began hitting the ground, pounding them in rage. She wanted Isabella back. At first, she had thought it was all Jeremiah's doing but now that she knew it was a woman's voice, she was confused. Ideas began running through her mind of who it could be. Could it be Adriana? The girl that Jeremiah went out with after he had dumped Dakota? Or could it be somebody else? Somebody else from the past that had come back to haunt her? She was so mixed up inside. There was nobody to lean on. During the time that John Cena had stayed with her, they had contacted her family but, they all had things to get too. She looked over at the clock on the wall. It was about three o'clock and she knew that John was just beginning his show. She sighed. Dakota rose from the floor, wiping away her tears. But, still...they flowed. The tears ran down like a mouse running from a cat. It didn't feel the same when she wiped away her own tears. When John had wiped them away and held her, the tears stopped. Dakota felt so much comfort in being with him.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She walked over and opened it. Standing there was her mother Maria and her youngest brother Dan. Maria was in tears, as Dan put his arm around his mother. "Hey Dakota. Sorry that we've been busy. Sucks about Isabella. Mama's been crying forever." He explained to her as Maria nodded, sobbing.
"Come in, both of you. It might not be safe outside." She told them, as they walked into the house. Maria continued to sob as she walked over to Dakota.
"My little Isabella! What maniac could have done this?!" Cried Maria, as the trio headed to the living room. Dan grabbed a box of tissues on his way as Dakota sat down with her mother, patting her on the back.
"I don't know, Mama. It was a woman's voice. So, it's not Jeremiah. My mind has been so crazy, thinking about it all. I didn't get much sleep. Only a little bit while I was with John."
"John Cena?" Maria asked, choking back her tears for a mere second. Dakota nodded.
"Oh yeah! Isabella told us about him yesterday." Dan brought up, handing his mother another tissue as she bawled like a baby.
"Oh, Daniel! Dakota! What if she's going to get killed?" Maria asked, as Dakota now saw that her mother was an even bigger wreck than her. She pulled herself together, keeping her tears in.
"Mom, don't worry. The kidnapper called earlier today and said that I have to meet them at Trevi Rd. at ten tomorrow. At night. They told me not to bring anybody. I'll get her back."
"Want me to come with you, Dakota?" Asked Dan, as he played with the lining of the couch pillow. Dakota shook her head.
"They told me not to bring anybody. And I'm not going to bring a soul. If anybody is with me, both Isabella and I could die. And well..." Dakota looked over at her mother, and instantly Maria began to break down into even bigger tears. Both children consoled their mother with hugs. Maria squeezed onto Dan tightly, crying on his shoulder. He gasped for air as Dakota began to loosen Maria's grip for him. Dan took a deep breath as Maria cried and cried.
"First Isabella is gone and now they want to kill you too! Why, God...Why?!" She shouted dramatically as Dan held his ears.
Meanwhile, John Cena was warming up backstage of the arena he was at when he kept on thinking about Dakota and Isabella's kidnapping. He had an intense look on his face. Edge, also known as Adam Copeland was also in the locker room, getting ready for his match. Edge saw the intensity in John's face, and approached him. "Whoa, man! None of these rivalries are serious. It's not like you really hate Eddie Guerreo. He's actually a pretty nice guy." Edge said to him, as John looked up at the blonde man, who had a small smile on his face.
"It's not about my match with Eddie. I'm not intense about that. It's just that Dakota..."
"Wait. Who's Dakota?" Adam Copeland questioned.
"This woman I met yesterday. We've only known each other for a day and I'm falling in love with her already. I don't know what it is. She's just so beautiful, inside and out."
"Italian hottie?"
"Yeah but, she's way more than that. She's smart and funny. Well anyways, she has a 5 year old daughter named Isabella."
"She's married?!" Edge cut in once again. John gritted his teeth a tiny bit.
"Let me finish! She has a 5 year old daughter named Isabella. And no, she is not married. Isabella's father left her once he found out that Dakota was pregnant. But, anyways...Isabella's been kidnapped. And I stayed with her last night and we got a call. It was from the kidnapper but, it was a woman's voice. So, it can't be Jeremiah. Jeremiah is Isabella's father." John explained, as Edge took in the news.
"Wow. That's a mouthful. I'm sorry, man. That must suck ass. Well, I've got to get my match over with. Later!" Edge called out as he walked out of the locker room.
"Later!" John Cena said, sitting back onto a steel chair. He took his water bottle out from his bag and was going to open the lid when he noticed a small piece of white paper attached to the bottle. He took it off, and read the fancy handwriting. The note read,
"You want to get involved, son? Don't you dare. Or you shall die too." John gulped and folded the note. He placed it into his bag and took a drink of his water. It was all so much. This kidnapper knew that he was helping out Dakota through her rough time. So, the kidnapper had to be someone that knew who he was too.
Author's Note2: Sorry it took so long! I got major writer's block and at first I thought this chapter was going to turn out like crap. I hope it didn't! Review!
Dakota and John had been worrying about Isabella all night. John spent the night comforting Dakota and hadn't gotten much sleep. It was around eight in the morning and John had his arm around Dakota, as she slept. The two of them had fallen asleep at around five, worrying. John Cena's cell phone rang. The sound woke both of them up and he pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Hello?" He said, his voice groggy.
"CENA! Where the hell are you? I checked your hotel room and you're not there! You're booked for today's card, you know that! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE HOTEL!" Stephanie McMahon's booming voice screamed.
"Fuck! I forgot about that! I'll be there in fifteen, Steph. Sorry!" He said, hanging up.
"Who's voice was that? It almost broke my ears." John laughed and answered,
"That's Stephanie McMahon. She's sort of my boss. The General Manager of the brand I'm on. I've got a show. Do you still want those tickets I told you about yesterday?" Dakota shook her head.
"Thanks but, I think I'll stay home and wait for any calls or something. You go and do your thing. Get some sleep too." She told him.
"You too. I'll let myself out. Bye Dakota." He said to her, kissing her on the forehead.
"Bye John." Dakota said, laying down on the couch. She smiled as John left the living room and left the house.
Later that day, Dakota was still thinking about Isabella when the phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?"
"If you want your child back, meet me at 9754 Trevi Rd. tomorrow at ten. Come alone. Or you shall die too, along with your daughter." It was the same voice from the night before.
"Who are you?!" Dakota questioned but all she got was the tone because the kidnapper had hung up. Dakota slammed the phone down, her eyes filling up with tears again. She leaned her back against the off-white wall of her kitchen and cried. Dakota Bianchini fell to the floor, wrecked because she had nobody there at the moment and her daughter had been kidnapped. Her fists began hitting the ground, pounding them in rage. She wanted Isabella back. At first, she had thought it was all Jeremiah's doing but now that she knew it was a woman's voice, she was confused. Ideas began running through her mind of who it could be. Could it be Adriana? The girl that Jeremiah went out with after he had dumped Dakota? Or could it be somebody else? Somebody else from the past that had come back to haunt her? She was so mixed up inside. There was nobody to lean on. During the time that John Cena had stayed with her, they had contacted her family but, they all had things to get too. She looked over at the clock on the wall. It was about three o'clock and she knew that John was just beginning his show. She sighed. Dakota rose from the floor, wiping away her tears. But, still...they flowed. The tears ran down like a mouse running from a cat. It didn't feel the same when she wiped away her own tears. When John had wiped them away and held her, the tears stopped. Dakota felt so much comfort in being with him.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She walked over and opened it. Standing there was her mother Maria and her youngest brother Dan. Maria was in tears, as Dan put his arm around his mother. "Hey Dakota. Sorry that we've been busy. Sucks about Isabella. Mama's been crying forever." He explained to her as Maria nodded, sobbing.
"Come in, both of you. It might not be safe outside." She told them, as they walked into the house. Maria continued to sob as she walked over to Dakota.
"My little Isabella! What maniac could have done this?!" Cried Maria, as the trio headed to the living room. Dan grabbed a box of tissues on his way as Dakota sat down with her mother, patting her on the back.
"I don't know, Mama. It was a woman's voice. So, it's not Jeremiah. My mind has been so crazy, thinking about it all. I didn't get much sleep. Only a little bit while I was with John."
"John Cena?" Maria asked, choking back her tears for a mere second. Dakota nodded.
"Oh yeah! Isabella told us about him yesterday." Dan brought up, handing his mother another tissue as she bawled like a baby.
"Oh, Daniel! Dakota! What if she's going to get killed?" Maria asked, as Dakota now saw that her mother was an even bigger wreck than her. She pulled herself together, keeping her tears in.
"Mom, don't worry. The kidnapper called earlier today and said that I have to meet them at Trevi Rd. at ten tomorrow. At night. They told me not to bring anybody. I'll get her back."
"Want me to come with you, Dakota?" Asked Dan, as he played with the lining of the couch pillow. Dakota shook her head.
"They told me not to bring anybody. And I'm not going to bring a soul. If anybody is with me, both Isabella and I could die. And well..." Dakota looked over at her mother, and instantly Maria began to break down into even bigger tears. Both children consoled their mother with hugs. Maria squeezed onto Dan tightly, crying on his shoulder. He gasped for air as Dakota began to loosen Maria's grip for him. Dan took a deep breath as Maria cried and cried.
"First Isabella is gone and now they want to kill you too! Why, God...Why?!" She shouted dramatically as Dan held his ears.
Meanwhile, John Cena was warming up backstage of the arena he was at when he kept on thinking about Dakota and Isabella's kidnapping. He had an intense look on his face. Edge, also known as Adam Copeland was also in the locker room, getting ready for his match. Edge saw the intensity in John's face, and approached him. "Whoa, man! None of these rivalries are serious. It's not like you really hate Eddie Guerreo. He's actually a pretty nice guy." Edge said to him, as John looked up at the blonde man, who had a small smile on his face.
"It's not about my match with Eddie. I'm not intense about that. It's just that Dakota..."
"Wait. Who's Dakota?" Adam Copeland questioned.
"This woman I met yesterday. We've only known each other for a day and I'm falling in love with her already. I don't know what it is. She's just so beautiful, inside and out."
"Italian hottie?"
"Yeah but, she's way more than that. She's smart and funny. Well anyways, she has a 5 year old daughter named Isabella."
"She's married?!" Edge cut in once again. John gritted his teeth a tiny bit.
"Let me finish! She has a 5 year old daughter named Isabella. And no, she is not married. Isabella's father left her once he found out that Dakota was pregnant. But, anyways...Isabella's been kidnapped. And I stayed with her last night and we got a call. It was from the kidnapper but, it was a woman's voice. So, it can't be Jeremiah. Jeremiah is Isabella's father." John explained, as Edge took in the news.
"Wow. That's a mouthful. I'm sorry, man. That must suck ass. Well, I've got to get my match over with. Later!" Edge called out as he walked out of the locker room.
"Later!" John Cena said, sitting back onto a steel chair. He took his water bottle out from his bag and was going to open the lid when he noticed a small piece of white paper attached to the bottle. He took it off, and read the fancy handwriting. The note read,
"You want to get involved, son? Don't you dare. Or you shall die too." John gulped and folded the note. He placed it into his bag and took a drink of his water. It was all so much. This kidnapper knew that he was helping out Dakota through her rough time. So, the kidnapper had to be someone that knew who he was too.
Author's Note2: Sorry it took so long! I got major writer's block and at first I thought this chapter was going to turn out like crap. I hope it didn't! Review!