A/N: Alright, I don't own anyone famous. I'm having SERIOUS writer's block, so this chapter will be a crappy one. I think that I've written myself into a corner, so I would GREATLY appreciate ideas from y'all. I just need to get the creative juices flowing again, so PLEASE give me some ideas! I have no idea where to go now, ahhhhhhhhh! Ok, on with my pathetically short chapter…

Dad lays down the Law:

John's POV:

It was about 2 a.m. when my dad finally got to the jail. He was already ticked off at me, but he still paid my $500 fine for me, saying that I was paying him back in the morning. The police officer gave my dad all the paper work I needed, and then they led me out to my dad's car. I got into the backseat, and sprawled out. I was ending up in the back seats of cars a lot tonight. My dad talked to the officer for a little bit, and then got in the car grumbling and left the police station.

"You really outdid yourself tonight John. What the heck made you start acting like a crazed college kid?"

"Ashley." I muttered. I was still drunk, but it was turning into a dull buzz.

"Ashley, what? Why didn't you call her to come get you out of jail? What were you doing in Boston anyways? And why did you trash your place?" my dad questioned me.

"I told you that I trashed my house?"

"Yea, on the phone. By the way, you owe me $500. I want it tomorrow, and I know that you have it."

"Okey dokey smokey! $500 ain't that big a deal. Ashley left me, and I told her that I wanted a divorce when she called today. She wrote me some bullshit note about how she needed to get away from the kids and me. She needs to find herself or something. She doesn't know if she even loves me anymore. Whoa pops, can you stop going in circles?"

"I'm driving on the expressway John, we're not going in circles. So you trashed your house and then ran off to Boston to get drunk? Where are the kids?"

"With Stacy and Randy. I didn't trash the house, just my room. Could you turn some tunes on?"

"No, now sit up and shut up. You are going to listen to me and not say a WORD, got it?" my dad sternly told me.

"Do I have a choice?" I mouthed back.

"No you don't son. You didn't do the right thing tonight. Getting drunk is never the answer. I can't believe that you were dumb enough to think that you could drive home. Your BAC was .18! That's double the legal limit! You could've killed someone, or worse, you could've killed yourself! I understand that Ashley left you, but you still have you responsibilities as a father. Just because she's neglecting her responsibilities doesn't mean that you can too. John, are you even listening to me?" my dad rambled. He looked back at me, and saw me making hand puppets, and that's when the real fun began.

"John Felix Anthony Cena this is not a joking matter. You are 27 years old, now act your age!" my dad yelled. He pulled off to the side of the road, and then turned so that he was facing me.

"I know that I shouldn't have done that, but it was fun." I replied.

"Yea the drinking part always is fun. It's the afterwards part that isn't fun. You now have a court apperance to make, you've lost your licsense for 4 months, you are now on probation for the next year, you have to go to some kind of safe driving class totaling 12 hours, and you have to go to counseling a total of 10-12 hours. What do you think about that?" my dad said, staring at me.

"Yikes, that's a lot of stuff to be doing. Where's my car?"

"Oh yea, your car has been impounded. We can get it in a month." My dad said as he pulled back onto the road.

Suddenly my buzz was gone, or at least I began to process what my dad was telling me.

"I'm sorry dad, I really am." I said.

"I know you are. I called Randy and Stacy on my way to the jail, they will keep the kids till tomorrow night. You're going to be staying at our house for the night, and we will talk more in the morning." My dad replied. We drove home in silence, and then we were home. I walked inside, and plopped on the couch and fell asleep.

Ashley's POV:

I can't believe that John told me that he wants a divorce! I knew that he'd be really mad, but a divorce? That really threw me a curveball. I made it to Indianapolis but I just can't go any farther. I keep finding myself getting off the highway, and turning around. I just can't go home either though.
Sighing, I pulled off the road and found a Best Western Hotel. I got a room, and then crashed on the bed. I grabbed my phone, and dialed John's cell phone number, not caring that it was almost 4 in the morning. It rang for a minute, and then his dad answered the phone.

"Ashley, is that you?" he asked me.

"Yea, hi Mr. John. Why did you answer John's phone?" I questioned.

"Well, John trashed part of your house, and then he took off to Boston. I just got his butt out of Jail a couple of hours ago. Where are you?"

"I'm in Indianapolis. Why was John in jail? The kids are with Randy and Stacy, right?"

"The kids are ok, Randy and Stacy do have them. John got arrested and charged with a DUI. He is fast asleep on my couch." John's dad informed me.

"A DUI? What the heck was he thinking? He could've gotten seriously hurt, or hurt someone else. I can't believe him!" I exclaimed.

"Yea, I know. Ashley, why did you leave him?" John's dad asked me.

"God, at first I thought I needed to live my life or find who I really was. Now I don't even know why I left. It was a stupid thing to do, and I'm regretting it now." I confessed.

"Have you learned anything from this?" John's dad asked.

"Uh huh. I've learned that my family is my life, and without them I'm miserable. I don't want a divorce, I love John with all my heart, and it isn't a forced issue. I guess that I've loved him for so long, that anything else just doesn't feel right. Screw California, I think I'm going to head home. This was one of the dumbest things I've ever done." I said as I began crying. I kept crying, even though John's dad didn't respond.

"It's ok Ash, I don't want a divorce either." I heard John say over the phone.

"John?" I said in between sobs.

"Yea baby girl. I heard everything you just said." John told me.

"I'm sorry I hurt you so bad. I was just being a selfish bitch. John, are you there? John, hello?" I replied. I looked at my phone, and saw that our call had been ended. Damn it, I needed to hear him say that he forgave me. Damn cell phones. I threw the phone on the floor, and then cried myself to sleep on the hotel bed.

A/N: See, I told you. El Crappo!! I may have gotten out of the corner, but I'm still lost on where to go now. Please review and give me some ideas! Peace out y'all!