Author's Note: I don't own anything. If I did, why would this be on the net? It'd be a book! Anyways...I know I haven't updated in a bit. Well, it may not be a bit to some people but, it's a bit for me. I usually update every two days or something. But, yeah. I ran dry of ideas for this one. But, I'm back. Sort of. Did I keep you guys hanging? *dances* YAY! *stops and sees the eyes staring at her* Oh, I didn't. That's right, you don't care about me! *cries but, stops when she sees the eyes again* Enough with the stares! Now, onto the story!
"Dakota!" John Cena screamed, picking her up into his arms. Her body lay lifeless as he held her, tears producing in his eyes. He carried her into the house and laid her on the couch. Pulling out his cell phone, he quickly dialed a number and was soon yelling for an ambulance to come get her. Sure thing, an ambulance rushed over in ten minutes. John accompanied Dakota to the hospital, which she was quickly shipped off to the emergency room. John Cena sat in the waiting room, biting his nails. He pulled out his cell phone again and got a phone number from the desk. Dialing the numbers with nervous fingers, he began to shake. She could be dead. He couldn't believe it. After a few rings, a voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi. My name is John Cena. I'm with Dakota in the hospital right now."
"Dakota's in the hospital?! This is her younger brother, Ryan. What happened?"
"I don't know. They rushed her into the emergency room right now. I went to her house and she fell at my feet. I think she overdosed on something. Anyways, tell the rest of your family and come here as soon as possible."
"Sì." Ryan answered, hanging up the phone. John didn't have to ask for any translations. He already knew what that meant. John Cena put the phone back into his pocket and sat back on his chair. He was a worried wreck. As he was fiddling with his thumbs in the waiting room, his cell phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"John Cena. So, she dropped dead?" The voice asked. It was the voice of the kidnapper again.
"What? Who is this?" He asked, ignoring the kidnapper's question.
"You'll find out tomorrow night."
"You sent that note! What do you want? Just bring Isabella back!" He demanded, as the woman laughed.
"It's not that easy. But, do you want to talk to the little runt? She's been pissing me off all day. All she does is cry."
"I don't blame her! If I was being kidnapped too, I'd be crying. Now, let me talk to her." John said, stomping his foot on the ground. Isabella was handed the phone.
"John! Is my Mommy all right?" She asked, as he could also hear the sobbing coming from the young girl.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know Isabella. I hope she'll be fine. Where are you?"
"I'm not allowed to tell. If I tell you, they'll kill me!" Isabella cried, as John tried to calm her down.
"Ok, Isabella. Calm down. You'll be home soon. I hope your mom will be home soon too."
"Give me that!" The woman's voice yelled, as she pushed Isabella away and grabbed the phone from her.
"You can't catch me, Cena! I'm too good for you." were the last words the kidnapper told him before hanging up. He closed his phone in anger, but stood up as he saw Dakota's family hurrying into the waiting room. Sergio was in the lead, followed by Dan, Ryan and then Maria.
"Cena! Is my daughter okay?" Sergio asked, coming face to face with the wrestler. John took a deep breath.
"I don't know, sir. They haven't talked to me yet."
"My God! How could this happen?!" Maria asked, with so much worry in her voice that everybody in the waiting room had stopped to stare. Ryan and Dan began to console their mother.
"I hope the doctors can say something soon." Sergio muttered, taking a seat in the waiting room.
Five minutes later, a doctor walked out.
"Dakota!" John Cena screamed, picking her up into his arms. Her body lay lifeless as he held her, tears producing in his eyes. He carried her into the house and laid her on the couch. Pulling out his cell phone, he quickly dialed a number and was soon yelling for an ambulance to come get her. Sure thing, an ambulance rushed over in ten minutes. John accompanied Dakota to the hospital, which she was quickly shipped off to the emergency room. John Cena sat in the waiting room, biting his nails. He pulled out his cell phone again and got a phone number from the desk. Dialing the numbers with nervous fingers, he began to shake. She could be dead. He couldn't believe it. After a few rings, a voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi. My name is John Cena. I'm with Dakota in the hospital right now."
"Dakota's in the hospital?! This is her younger brother, Ryan. What happened?"
"I don't know. They rushed her into the emergency room right now. I went to her house and she fell at my feet. I think she overdosed on something. Anyways, tell the rest of your family and come here as soon as possible."
"Sì." Ryan answered, hanging up the phone. John didn't have to ask for any translations. He already knew what that meant. John Cena put the phone back into his pocket and sat back on his chair. He was a worried wreck. As he was fiddling with his thumbs in the waiting room, his cell phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"John Cena. So, she dropped dead?" The voice asked. It was the voice of the kidnapper again.
"What? Who is this?" He asked, ignoring the kidnapper's question.
"You'll find out tomorrow night."
"You sent that note! What do you want? Just bring Isabella back!" He demanded, as the woman laughed.
"It's not that easy. But, do you want to talk to the little runt? She's been pissing me off all day. All she does is cry."
"I don't blame her! If I was being kidnapped too, I'd be crying. Now, let me talk to her." John said, stomping his foot on the ground. Isabella was handed the phone.
"John! Is my Mommy all right?" She asked, as he could also hear the sobbing coming from the young girl.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know Isabella. I hope she'll be fine. Where are you?"
"I'm not allowed to tell. If I tell you, they'll kill me!" Isabella cried, as John tried to calm her down.
"Ok, Isabella. Calm down. You'll be home soon. I hope your mom will be home soon too."
"Give me that!" The woman's voice yelled, as she pushed Isabella away and grabbed the phone from her.
"You can't catch me, Cena! I'm too good for you." were the last words the kidnapper told him before hanging up. He closed his phone in anger, but stood up as he saw Dakota's family hurrying into the waiting room. Sergio was in the lead, followed by Dan, Ryan and then Maria.
"Cena! Is my daughter okay?" Sergio asked, coming face to face with the wrestler. John took a deep breath.
"I don't know, sir. They haven't talked to me yet."
"My God! How could this happen?!" Maria asked, with so much worry in her voice that everybody in the waiting room had stopped to stare. Ryan and Dan began to console their mother.
"I hope the doctors can say something soon." Sergio muttered, taking a seat in the waiting room.
Five minutes later, a doctor walked out.