**Hold On**
(Author's Note: This is going to be from John's POV, so please, don't get confused...)
I sighed and looked at the picture of Angel, Mark, and Joie. God, I missed them. Angel and I had been through a lot together, and the kids, Jesus, they were amazing. I hated being away from them so much, but I loved my job, and if Angel's okay with it, then why quit? Right? Tonight was a long one. Autograph sessions, interviews with local radio and television shows, not to mention I just got in this afternoon. God, I was tired. Nothing was going to keep me from a good night's sleep, and I meant nothing.
I had settled in and was about to fall asleep when my cell phone started ringing. I picked it up and looked at the number on the screen, I didn't recognize it, but something told me that I better answer it. I groaned and sat up as I put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" A guy's voice came on the line, and he sounded really serious, "Mr. Cena, this is Officer Moore with the Harris County Police Department." As soon as he said that, I jumped out of bed, "What happened?!" "Mr. Cena, I am very sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife, Angel Leigh Cena, was attacked earlier tonight and is in very critical condition." I didn't know what to say, Angel oh my God, not her! My thoughts then turned to my kids, "Mark and Joie? Are they okay?!" "Yes sir, they're fine. They're staying with your father-in-law." I nodded, "Do you know who did this?" "Yes sir, we have him in our custody." I sighed, somewhat relieved, but my mind went back to Angel, "Where's she at?! What hospital?!" He answered me, very calmly, "Mr. Cena, please calm down." "Calm down?! How can I calm down?! My wife is in the fuckin' hospital! Some sick fuckin' psycho attacked her! How can I fuckin' calm down?!" "Mr. Cena..." "Bullshit! Which fuckin' hospital is she in?!" "Memorial Hermann." I wrote it down on a piece of paper and hung up the phone. I then called the airline to get a flight to Houston as soon as I possibly could.
I was waiting in the airport for my flight when my cell phone rang; I dug it out of my pocket, "Hello?" I smiled weakly when I heard Joie's voice, "Hi Daddy." "Hey baby girl. Are you okay?" She sighed, "Uh huh. Grandpa said we should call you and see what you doin'." "I'm getting ready to get on a plane back to Houston." "You comin' home?" I nodded and smiled slightly, "Yeah." I heard the phone being fought over and smirked, my boy's voice then came over the phone, "Dad?" "Hey Mark." "You're comin' home?" "Yeah, I'm going to stop and see you guys after I go visit Mommy." Mark fell silent and I knew he as upset. The phone was switched again, and this time, Mark, my father-in-law came over the phone, "How you holdin' up?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Alright. You?" He sighed and his voice was shakey, "Ok. I swear to God, a parent should never see their kid like that." I closed my eyes, afraid of what had happened to her, "Who did it?" "That piece of shit, Todd." "How did he find her?!" "I dunno. I don't give a shit either, that son-of-a-bitch..." "Mark, that's not going to solve anything." "You don't want to get your hands on him?" "More than anything, but right now I'm more worried about Angel." I heard my flight announced and sighed, "I gotta go. I'll see you guys later." "Take care." I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket before handing the woman at the gate my ticket.
Author's Note: Damn... DRAMA... AHHH!!!!!! Uh, review and lemme know whatcha think...
(Author's Note: This is going to be from John's POV, so please, don't get confused...)
I sighed and looked at the picture of Angel, Mark, and Joie. God, I missed them. Angel and I had been through a lot together, and the kids, Jesus, they were amazing. I hated being away from them so much, but I loved my job, and if Angel's okay with it, then why quit? Right? Tonight was a long one. Autograph sessions, interviews with local radio and television shows, not to mention I just got in this afternoon. God, I was tired. Nothing was going to keep me from a good night's sleep, and I meant nothing.
I had settled in and was about to fall asleep when my cell phone started ringing. I picked it up and looked at the number on the screen, I didn't recognize it, but something told me that I better answer it. I groaned and sat up as I put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" A guy's voice came on the line, and he sounded really serious, "Mr. Cena, this is Officer Moore with the Harris County Police Department." As soon as he said that, I jumped out of bed, "What happened?!" "Mr. Cena, I am very sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife, Angel Leigh Cena, was attacked earlier tonight and is in very critical condition." I didn't know what to say, Angel oh my God, not her! My thoughts then turned to my kids, "Mark and Joie? Are they okay?!" "Yes sir, they're fine. They're staying with your father-in-law." I nodded, "Do you know who did this?" "Yes sir, we have him in our custody." I sighed, somewhat relieved, but my mind went back to Angel, "Where's she at?! What hospital?!" He answered me, very calmly, "Mr. Cena, please calm down." "Calm down?! How can I calm down?! My wife is in the fuckin' hospital! Some sick fuckin' psycho attacked her! How can I fuckin' calm down?!" "Mr. Cena..." "Bullshit! Which fuckin' hospital is she in?!" "Memorial Hermann." I wrote it down on a piece of paper and hung up the phone. I then called the airline to get a flight to Houston as soon as I possibly could.
I was waiting in the airport for my flight when my cell phone rang; I dug it out of my pocket, "Hello?" I smiled weakly when I heard Joie's voice, "Hi Daddy." "Hey baby girl. Are you okay?" She sighed, "Uh huh. Grandpa said we should call you and see what you doin'." "I'm getting ready to get on a plane back to Houston." "You comin' home?" I nodded and smiled slightly, "Yeah." I heard the phone being fought over and smirked, my boy's voice then came over the phone, "Dad?" "Hey Mark." "You're comin' home?" "Yeah, I'm going to stop and see you guys after I go visit Mommy." Mark fell silent and I knew he as upset. The phone was switched again, and this time, Mark, my father-in-law came over the phone, "How you holdin' up?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Alright. You?" He sighed and his voice was shakey, "Ok. I swear to God, a parent should never see their kid like that." I closed my eyes, afraid of what had happened to her, "Who did it?" "That piece of shit, Todd." "How did he find her?!" "I dunno. I don't give a shit either, that son-of-a-bitch..." "Mark, that's not going to solve anything." "You don't want to get your hands on him?" "More than anything, but right now I'm more worried about Angel." I heard my flight announced and sighed, "I gotta go. I'll see you guys later." "Take care." I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket before handing the woman at the gate my ticket.
Author's Note: Damn... DRAMA... AHHH!!!!!! Uh, review and lemme know whatcha think...
