A/N: once again, I don't own any wrestlers although I'm in the market and looking! Hehe, ok sorry if I got y'all mad with that last chapter! This one should be interesting, that is if my creative streak decides to strike! Oh yea, I'm in a really crappy mood today, and I'm sick, AGAIN!!!! Darn immune system! Enough with my worthless babbling, and on with the story! Enjoy everyone!

Hell Breaks Loose

Ashley's POV:

I had been driving for a good six hours when I decided to get off the road and take a break. I had made it to Rochester New York, and felt pretty damn good about it! I had decided to go all the way across the country, to try and locate an old friend in San Francisco California! I haven't seen Tonya in like twelve years, but the last I had heard, her family had moved to San Francisco. Man, it's been 12 years, that's a long time! Her family moved when I was 11, but we used to be pretty good friends! I wonder if she even lives there anymore, or if she'd remember me? Anyways, after I took a short break, I was going to attempt to drive to Toledo Ohio. I left our house around 1 A.M. and it was now 7 in the morning. I should get to Toledo at noon, maybe an hour or two later! I wonder if John has gotten up yet with the kids? I hope I haven't hurt him too bad. I know that he's going to freak out, but I just have to do this for myself!

John's POV:

I heard the babies start crying around 7:30, and rolled out of bed to take care of them. Ash must've really been asleep, cause she usually gets up with them. On my way to their room, I ran smack dab into a wall, ouch! That was definitely going to leave a mark! I finally got to the twins room, and changed and fed them. Josh went back to sleep, but Winsor decided to stay up and chew on her stuffed animal, since she was teething. Winsor seemed content just lying in her crib, so I went back to my room to try and get some more sleep. I walked back into the bedroom, and saw that Ashley wasn't in bed. Hmm, she must've gotten up or something while I was with the twins. The bathroom door wasn't shut though, that's weird. I went and checked the downstairs, but Ashley wasn't there. I started to get worried, and went back upstairs to our room, just in case she was in there. I got up there, and the bed was still empty. God, where is she? I sat down, and stared at the wall, until I noticed a folded piece of paper on my nightstand. I slowly picked up the paper, and then opened it and saw Ash's handwriting. Oh God, she left me didn't she? I finally got it together and started reading the note.

''John, don't take this the wrong way. I've tried telling you my problem, but ya fell asleep. I've figured out that I just need to get away from the house, the kids, and you most of all. I find myself feeling that I'm not in love with you anymore, and that the only reason that we're still together is because of the kids. I haven't just started feeling this way, it's been running through my mind for a few months now, and I've pushed it aside. Well, I can't push it aside anymore because it's tearing me apart, and is starting to hurt you. A marriage isn't built just on sex and kids alone. I just need to get out in the real world to prove myself wrong, and prove that I really do love you for more reasons than those that I just wrote. I know full well that I'm being selfish, but I've just got to do this! Just tell the kids that I had to go out of town for a while. I'll be in touch.

Ashley.'

Holy shit, she did leave me! I didn't mean to fall asleep on her, it just happened. She thinks that she might not love me anymore, what the fuck? Oh yea, I won't take this the wrong way! I just got the brush off from my wife who has to get away from me! Oh no, this is A-ok with me! What the hell was she thinking? We could've worked this out face-to-face, she didn't have to go and leave in the middle of the night. What about the kids? Did she even think about them? How am I going to tell Sydney that mommy had to get away from all of us for a little while? I knew that Ashley wasn't too happy the past week, but come on, she didn't have to go to this extreme length! To top it all off, she's pregnant with MY kid! I can't believe that she just got up in the middle of the night and left. Ash, why did you do this to me? This is the 2nd time the woman's broken my heart, this will also be the last. I'm John Cena, I could have any chick that I wanted! But no, I went and chose Ashley years ago. Ash can't just up and leave and not expect me to get upset. You cannot just drop your family, at least not your kids. Man, this is definitely one of her all time lows. I stood up, read the note over again, and then crumpled it up in my hand. I chucked it as hard as I could at the wall. I watched as it bounced off and rolled around on the floor. I took a deep breath, and then smashed my hand right through the wall! Surprisingly, it didn't hurt much. I ground my teeth together, and then made another hole in the wall. After my third punch, I felt my skin get ripped open. Great, I'm probably going to need stitches now. I wasn't quite finished with the wall though, so I took my foot and kicked a hole in the wall. I finally got control of myself, right as Sydney came wandering into my room.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" She asked, looking up at me.

"Daddy is really mad right now Sydney, why don't you go downstairs and watch TV!" I told my daughter.

"Ok Daddy! Where's mommy?" Sydney asked before she left the room.

"Mommy went on a vacation." I answered.

"Where, when's she coming back?"

"I don't know Sydney. I honestly don't know when she's coming back." I replied, holding back tears.

"But she didn't even say goodbye." Sydney whined.

"I know Syd, I know. Now go call grandma and tell her to come get you guys." I said, getting angry again. Sydney nodded her head, and quickly left. I slammed the door shut, and then looked for my next victim in the room. I saw a dresser, and went over and pulled out the drawers. I saw that Ashley had taken some of her clothes, and then I hurled each drawer against the wall. I watched as they smashed to pieces, sending chunks of wood and clothes everywhere. I felt a small smile creep across my face, and then I took the nightstand and flung it against the door. I felt my chest heaving, and fell back onto the bed. I jumped up again, and tore all the covers, sheets and blankets off. I heard a knock on the door, and opened it. Shawn and Sydney were standing outside, with terrified looks on their faces.

"Daddy, are you ok?" Sydney asked, peering into my destroyed room.

"No, I'm not. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Now go downstairs and take the twins into the living room," I suggested, calming down so that I wouldn't scare the kids much more. They both nodded their heads, and then went running down the hall. I went back to the bed, and sat down, trying to regain my cool. Two minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring, and then heard Sydney answering it. I didn't really care though, because I felt the need to break something again. I grabbed a lamp sitting on Ash's nightstand, and threw it against the wall. Next I flipped the bed over, kicking the box spring under it. I didn't even notice Stacy and Randy standing in the doorway, watching with their mouths wide open.

"John, what the hell is going on?" Stacy gasped.

"Oh, nothing. Why are you two here?" I asked.

"Well, Sydney called us. She sounded really scared, and said that you were mad and breaking things. I just thought she was exaggerating, but I guess not."

"Yea man, what's wrong with you?" Randy asked me. "Where's Ashley?"

"Don't even say that name right now. She's the reason for all of this." I growled as I tossed Randy the crumpled up note from Ashley. He and Stacy both read it, and all they could say was, "Oh my God."

"Randy, I'm going to take the kids over to our house. John is in no condition to take care of them right now." Stacy told Randy.

"Ok, I'll stay here with John. I'll help him get this place cleaned up." Randy replied, walking towards me.

"Stacy, can you take the dogs too?"

"No problem John. Randy, make sure that you get his hand cleaned up." Stacy answered, walking down the hall. I heard her gather up everyone, and shut the door.

"You sure did a good job trashing this place." Randy said, kicking a hunk of the dresser out of his way. "Come on, we're going downstairs."

"Ok, I think I'm alright now." I replied. I walked out into the hall, and then went down the stairs. I realized that Randy wasn't behind me, so I went back up to see what was taking him so long. I walked back into the room, and saw him on my cell phone talking to someone.

"What the hell are you doing? You are messing up your whole life Ash, and you really hurt John. He's destroyed the whole bedroom, and half of the wall has holes in it. I don't get it, but whatever. Oh, I'm going to go, John is right here. No, I think it's best if you don't talk to him."

"Like hell she ain't gonna talk to me!" I said as I grabbed the phone from Randy's hand. "Where the fuck are you Ashley?"

"I'm in New York. Where are the kids?" Ashley asked me.

"Oh so now you think about the kids. What is your problem? Why'd you have to leave so suddenly?" I yelled.

"I knew you'd be mad and not understand. I just have to do this John, I can't fully explain it. I'm sorry I hurt you." Ashley said to me.

"Yea, I'm sure you are. Are you planning on coming back?"

"Of course, I'm just not sure when." Ashley said.

"Fine, you go ahead and do whatever it is that you're doing. Don't expect to find me when you come back. This is the last time I let you hurt me Ash." I responded.

"What are you saying John?" Ashley asked.

"What am I saying? I'll tell you if ya can't take a hint, I want a DIVORCE! Did you understand that?" I yelled into the phone.

"John, you're not serious are you?" Ashley questioned.

"I'm fucking serious. Next time I see your ass, it'll be in court. Remember, you brought this upon yourself bitch." I coldly said as I hung up the phone.

Randy was just standing there with his jaw open. "John, do you know what you just did?"

"Yea, I just told Ashley that I want a divorce."

"Ok, as long as you knew that ya said it. Come on, let's get your hand cleaned up." Randy said shaking his head.

Later that night, John's POV:

I had left my house, and headed down to Boston to hit a club. I needed to get smashed tonight, and I needed to get Ashley off my mind. I don't remember much, but I do remember getting in a fight with some punk and wound up getting thrown out of the club. I was really wasted, but I still decided to drive home. I thought I was doing a good job of driving, but I guess the cop thought that I wasn't. I got pulled over, and got my ass locked up in the drunk tank. Luckily, I had one phone call to use.

"Hello?" My dad grumbled over the phone.

"Hey pops!" I slurred.

"John, where are you? Why are you calling so late?"

"That's the funny thing! I'm locked up, they won't let me out. Can you come bail me out?" I begged in a singsong voice.

"You're in jail? Why?"

"Uh…" I said, trying to concentrate.

"John answer me!" my dad hollered.

"Uh, DUI. I'm in Boston." I finally answered.

"A DUI, John what the heck have you been doing?" My dad shouted.

"Hmm, trashing my place, partying like I was 21, drinking, lots and lots of drinking and, trying to drive." I mumbled.

"I'll be there in an hour, and then you and me are going to have a long talk." My dad reluctantly answered.

"Okey dokey daddy-O! Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere!" I slurred. My dad sighed and hung up, and I got led back to the drunk tank.

A/N: Wow, that was long! There you have it, John's reaction! I may have OVER-exaggerated a bit, but it was fun to write! I also didn't know how to have John talk when he was drunk, because I haven never ever been drunk before! I hope y'all got the point! SmackDown last night annoyed me. I like Carlito, but does he have to keep wearing that chain? It's sac-religious! I hope they film the movie quickly, because I'm going to go crazy without John on TV! Review everyone!