Take My Hand

By: The Reba Stangs


Thank you to everyone who replied to the first chapter. Well, sorry it took awhile to get Chapter Two to ya. I have been working on it to make it perfect! Well, I hope it is perfect enough for ya. Lets find out if John finds Jackie in time!


Chapter Two

"I told her nine, what is taking her so long," John Cena muttered as he stared at his watch. He leaned his head against the driver's seat in his Crossfire.

He honked the horn again, trying to get Jackie out of her house. "She just had to throw the idea of me taking her out for breakfast out the window," John murmured as he slammed the car door.

John cursed under his breath as he walked up to Jackie's front door. He knocked on it once then the door creaked open.

"Jackie?" John said as he stepped into the house. He gasped at the sight he saw. A broken mirror on the wall to his right; a rug on the floor flipped over and pushed together; and a huge hole on the wall in front of him.

Suddenly, his blood went cold as he stepped closer to the room he believed was her living room. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck go up as he turned into the room. It was worse then the doorway.

All the furniture was either turned over or broken. John felt his stomach fall as he eyed something. It was a blood stain.

"Jackie? Jackie!" John yelled as he started to search the room. He came up to a turned-over sofa and his breathing stopped. There, on the side of the sofa, was a pair pink and white stripped PJ shorts – torn, ripped, and blood drops on them. Then, he heard a soft cry.

John rushed over to the other side of the sofa and froze. There she was – Jackie, laying on the floor, curled up into a ball, crying her eyes out softly. Her clothes were torn up and blood covered, like the shorts he had found.

"Dear God . . . Jackie . . ." John could barely speak. How could anyone do this to someone? He knelt down next to Jackie.

Jackie moved from John when he knelt down. "Please . . . No, no more . . ." She muttered. Jackie must have thought it was the person who attacked her.

John felt so bad. He quickly hushed her as he went to pick her up. "Jackie, shhh. It's me, John. I'm here and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

She opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, so she wasn't sure if it was truly John. "How . . How do I know . . . you're not lying again?"

John looked down at the broken diva as his mind raced, trying to think of something that would make her believe it was him. But, why didn't she believe he was who he said. He said the first thing that came to his mind.

"My cell-phone number, it's 555-872-4267. I gave you the number yesterday when I dropped you off." He said softly, loud enough that Jackie heard him.

Jackie's eyes widened, knowing it was John. She started crying harder, but John carefully picked her up and cradled her to him like a child. He stood up and walked up the stairs and laid her in her bed.


John sighed as he wiped his tired eyes. He yawned then kept his eyes on the sleeping diva. He wondered what she went through.

He looked at his watch. It was noon, almost three hours since he found the massacre. That is the only way you could describe that. He took his hat off as he rubbed his head.

John recalled his phone call he made to Theodore Long. He told the GM that he and Jackie would not be able to make it to Smackdown that night and when Theodore asked why, John told him he'd get back to him with it. Theodore agreed and told him to take as much time off he wanted.

He leaned his head on his arms as he closed his eyes for a bit. He has done nothing but watch Jackie for the three hours. But John wanted to make sure she was okay, make sure she knew she was safe.

Suddenly, John shot his eyes open when he heard Jackie start to scream, tossing around in the bed. "NO! DON'T PLEASE! HELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her eyes with squeezed shut. She has have a nightmare – a memory nightmare.

John jumped up of his sit and went over to Jackie. "Jackie! Jackie," He yelled over her crying, grabbing her shoulders, "He's not going to get you. I'm here, I promise I will not let him hurt you again."

Jackie cried as she bit her lip. John felt his heart break allover again. He picked her up and laid down and bed with her. She nestled close to his chest as she cried her eyes out.

"Shhh, it's alright, go back to sleep Jackie. I'm here . . . I'm here," John whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes again.

John felt anger in his heart as he stared at the diva. He wanted to kill the person who did this to her. What did she do to deserve this?

Looking at the sleeping Jackie, John felt like he had to protect her. He never liked her; well, they never got to know each other. They were always had to do their own thing. John looked at Jackie, long and hard, and swore from that moment on, he would protect her.


Day by day, the week past, and John tried to keep care of Jackie. The first two days after he had found her, she did not eat at all. The third day, John finally got her to eat some yogurt and a half a bagel.

By the fourth day she was up and even took a shower and she ate a bit more. Neither of them said or asked anything about what happened. It seemed to be a base that they did not want to touch just yet.

On the fifth day, John found Jackie walking down the hallway to the stairs. "Whoa, Jacks, where are you going," he asked grabbing her arm.

Jackie looked at him with a 'duh' look. "I'm going downstairs; I have been up here for five days."

John kept a stare at her as he kept his grip on her arm. "Jackie, I haven't cleaned it. It's still the same since I found it."

She looked away from his eyes as she took her arm out of his grasp and looked forward. Without words, Jackie walked down the stairs. John sighed as he walked down after her.


When she stepped on the downstairs floor, Jackie's heart started beating faster as she saw the hole in the wall next to her.

Jackie closed her eyes as she remembered Charlie slamming her against that wall right after he set the pizza done. She held her chest as she saw the scene right in front of her. Charlie throwing her from the wall into the living room, then Charlie pulling her up by her hair and yelling at her; she could still smell the alcohol that was on his breath.

That was when she pushed him as hard as she could into the wall; his back slamming into the mirror, causing glass to go everywhere. Charlie howled in pain as she tried to reach the door but he grabbed her before she could reach it.

Then she was thrown back into the living room, with a busted lip and a cut on her arm. She thought about fighting a bit more but Charlie being drunk put him on the upper hand. He stalked into the room as she began sat up.

Her mind was running a million miles a hour against her fast beating heart as she thought of a way to get help. Charlie came over to her and slammed her into her chair, flipping it over. Then he rolled her over on the floor and pinned her shoulders down. "Jackie, Jackie, you have to know you made a mistake not taking me back," Charlie hissed as he started slapping her across the face.

She started to scream and cry, begging him to stop as Charlie beat her like a rag doll. He smirked at her. She feared he would do more and be more ruthless. She looked around the room and saw her cell-phone on the counter. She knew who she could call to help her. "John . . ." his name came across her lips.

Charlie looked at her after she said that. "What the fuck did you say, Bitch!" Charlie yelled grabbing her collar. She heart began to beat faster and she didn't know why but she said his name again. "John," she cried as she stared at the ceiling, "God, please, John help me . . ."

That is when he lost it. He started beating her worse than ever. But she continued to scream for John, hoping someway it would be enough for Charlie to stop, since he was scared of Cena. But it only made Charlie madder.

Jackie gasped as she back to the present, as tears came to her eyes as she backed into the wall. Where was he? Why didn't come in time? What cause Charlie to do that to her. She slid against the wall until she hit the ground.


Well, what do you think? Now you know what happened to Jackie. But what is gonna happen now? Sorry it is shorter than the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you have any ideas and suggestions, tell me! I'm open to everything!

If It Was Up To Me, I Would Never Dare You

The Reba Stangs