A/N: Chapter 5! Thanks for your reviews everyone! Yea, so anything that happened to Sara is all true. I may exaggerate a few things, for the effect, but it's all happened, to ME! Enjoy y'all

Car Ride:

John's POV:

I got to Sara's house around eight. We had to get to North Carolina, because there was a show tomorrow. It would be a good eight-hour trip. I couldn't wait for the ride. I would be able to find out some more about Sara. I was really into this chick! I knocked on her front door, and her buddy, Chris, answered it.

"She's in the shower. Come on in. We can have a chat!"

"Uh, thanks man. You stay here last night?"

"Yea, on the couch. It's not comfortable."

"I guess not. So, you're in the Marines?"

"Uh huh, Infantry."

"That's cool. I went over to Iraq to visit with some troops. It was an awesome experience."

"I'm sure it was. Ok, listen. I love Sara with all my heart, she is one of the most important people in my life. I can tell you are into her, so we need to get a few things straight."

"Ok, I'm listening." I cautiously answered. This guy was pretty intimidating, even if he was a few inches shorter than me.

"Sara is one hell of a girl, she deserves the best. She has been through some pretty rough things, and has been hurt way too much. She doesn't trust many people, in fact, I still don't know if she full trusts me. Now I know she told you that she didn't want to date any co-workers, but the truth is, she just doesn't want to get hurt again."

"What happened to her? Who hurt her so bad?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm not going to tell you everything, because she should tell you on her own. She dated a real creep all through middle school and part of high school. He was a sick bastard, who enjoyed messing with her head. I met her right after she had wised up and broken up with him. She was so screwed up, and she was only going into 10th grade. She used to go to this church in Michigan, but the creep's sister decided to spread some rumors about her, when she brought a "Bad Kid," to church. All of her friends turned on her, and she was now known as the slut of the church. Her parents decided that it wasn't a good place to be anymore, so they found a new church. I went with them a few times, and was going to move in with them, cause I have a psycho mom. When we were in high school, I had a crush on her, and she liked me, but I was an idiot and never acted on my feelings. Sara also stopped liking me when I enlisted. In fact, I probably hurt her back then. Any ways, Sara is an awesome singer and is a great dancer. She has been doing it all her life. She's even won a few state competitions! Sara has inherited her family's depression. She struggles with it a lot, and doesn't like to take her medicine. She thinks it makes her a weak person or something like that. There is more I could tell you about that, but I think that she should be the one to tell you. It's personal stuff. Did you get all that?" Chris asked me.

"Yea. Why would anyone want to mess with her like that? She seems like a sweet person. That really ticks me off. Now why did you tell me all this?"

"Well, I'm getting sent over to Iraq in about a month. I'm telling Sara before you guys' leave. I need to know that someone will be there to look out for her, and you seem to be up for the job. Now tell me one thing, what do you want from Sara? If it's sex, you won't be getting it anytime soon."

"I already know about that. I just want to get to know her. I already asked her out, and she said no. I think I understand why she did now. I don't know, there's just something about her, it draws me in. Don't worry, she'll be in good hands while you're gone. Thanks for filling me in."

"No problem, you seem like a decent guy. By the way, Sara could care less about age differences. She goes for the older guys! Oh, and if you hurt her, in ANY way, I will kill you. I'm dead serious, even if I get thrown in jail, you will not be around to bug her. I'm a Marine. We have access to guns, and I'm not afraid to use one of them. Remember, I'm a trained killer." Chris told me, with a dead serious tone.

"I won't hurt her man, calm down. It sounds like she's had enough hurt for her life. Thanks man! By the way, did she happen to say anything about me to you? Do I have a chance dawg?"

"Hmm, I'd say you have a pretty good chance with you. She seems to be a little interested in you."

"Are you sure?" I asked Chris, my mood getting better.

"Yea. She didn't want me to talk to you, so she must be into you. She thinks I scare off anyone she likes." Chris said, with a smile on his face.

"I can see why. Do you use the death threat on everyone?"

"Basically. I mean, she's like family to me. Take care of her man."

"I will."

That was certainly an interesting talk. This dude was certainly protective of her. I hope he'll be all right in Iraq. Sara seems to really care about him.
"Hey John! You ready?"

I looked up and had to force my jaw shut. Damn, she looked hott! She had on a pair of really, really, short, shorts on, and a black tank top on, that had Marines written across it. How am I going to survive this car ride?

"John, hello?"

"Huh, oh. Yea, let's get your stuff out to the car." I said, as I managed to stop staring at her.

"Ok! Chris, grab my stuff!"

"Aw, come on, do I have to? You're a wrestler now, you can carry it yourself!" Chris said as he grabbed her bags.

"Just shut up and do it, Chrissy!"

"Enough with the Chrissy! Gosh, what do you have in here? Bricks?"

"Clothes, and makeup. Hurry it up slow poke!"

Man, they act just like brother and sister, except for the kissing part. Chris put her stuff in the back of the Explorer that I had rented, and then I hopped in the car, when I heard her tell Sara that they had to talk. I saw her get really upset, and then start crying. Chris wrapped his arms around her, and led her to the car.

"Bye Sara, go kick some ass!"

"I will. Please come see me before you leave. God, if I don't see you before, be safe. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt, or, well, you know. I love you Chris!" Sara said in between sobs.

"You know I'll be fine. I get to kick some Arab butts! Have a good trip, and work hard. I love you too! Bye John, take care of her for me!" Chris said as he winked at me.

"Ya know I will man! Bye, it was nice talking to you."
"Bye Chris, I'll call you later. Wait, could you come to the show tomorrow? It's in North Carolina."

"No, I have to go back up to Michigan and visit mom, and everyone else. I'll watch it on TV though! Now get in the car, and stop crying. See ya later!" Chris said as he shut the door. He waved once more, and went over to his car, and got in. We both watched as he pulled out of the parking lot, and took off.

"You ok?" I asked as I realized that she was still crying.

"I'll be fine. I just worry about him. He is going to get killed over there."

"Naw, he'll be fine. You gotta be positive about these things. Now, let's hit the road!

"I guess you're right. So did Chris threaten you while I was in the shower?"

"Well, he did use the 'I'm a Marine, we're trained killers' thing. He can be pretty scary, especially since he's telling the truth. That dude cares a lot about you."

"Yea, he does. He has been there for me through a whole heck of a lot. Did he tell you about the creep in Michigan?"

"Only a little. What exactly happened?" I asked, hoping she would tell me.

"Well, he never actually admitted that we were together. He'd ignore me in front of most people, but then when we were alone, it was different. He was good at manipulating, and mind games. I was third string to him. When one girl wasn't interested in him, and another wasn't, I was there. The worst thing was that I knew it. I watched him play me like a fool, and I let it happen. I was an idiot. I shouldn't have put up with that for so many years. Then everyone turned on me, and yea. The sad thing is, that I still love him. If I saw him, I would roll over and do it all over again. I guess I'm just a weak person."

"No, you're not. I'm sorry that he did that to you. How long did it go on?"

"Well, I had liked him since 4th grade. When I got into 7th grade, it all started. I finally wised up in 9th grade. I guess it was about 4 or 5 years. I'm still kind of messed up from it too."

"Chris mentioned that. What about his sister?"

Sara suddenly got a look on her face of pure hatred. "She is a sick little witch. I hope that she is miserable for her whole life. Next time I see her, I am going to hurt her. She will regret what she did to me."

Whoa, I had just hit a nerve.
"Did Chris also tell you about my depression?"

"He just said that you had it. Nothing much."

"Yea, after everyone turned on me, I was pretty messed up. In 10th grade, I almost killed myself. My mom was in the basement, and I opened up the shelf, and pulled out the pills. I had them in my hand, but I put them back. That's when I got my depression meds. I don't take them though, it just proves that I'm weak. Yea, my mom didn't know what to do. I finally convinced her to let me move to Tennessee. I stayed with one of her friends for about a year. It helped a little bit, but I still get hit with depression. I'm not suicidal anymore, it's only crossed my mind once since I got back from Tennessee. I am a screwed up person, still want to go out with me John?"

"Yes. You seem like a great person. I'd just like to get to know you now. Ok with you? I mean, I'd love to go out with you, but it seems like you are not interested. Let me know when you are, ok?"

"Good answer. Ok, I'll let you know! You seem like a cool guy, at least the suicide story didn't scare you off. I didn't make any of that up though."

"It doesn't really bug me. Oh, you are not a weak person. You've gone through a whole hell of a lot, and you are only 19. That's an accomplishment. I kind of admire you!" I said, trying to cheer her up.

"Aw, thanks. I'll be twenty October 28th. That's only, about three months away!"

"Ok, that's cool. We'll do something for your birthday. So, what else can you tell me about yourself?"

"Let's see, it's kind of weird, but a little interesting. I want to get married in Vegas. My mom hates that, but I think it's romantic. I want kids, but would rather adopt. Too much pain involved with pregnancy. My mom and I get along, but we have our moments. My dad is great, but is too concerned with his sailboat. I hate that boat, I always fall of it! I have two dogs at home with my parents, I also have a fat cat, but he is annoying. Anything else?"

"Hmm, favorite food?"

"Oh gosh, I LOVE Italian food! It's so yummy! I hate math, and barely passed math in high school. What a waste of my time!"

"Yea, Italian's good!"

"So John, aren't you supposed to be this health food freak?"

"Well, sort of. I do like to eat an occasional large pizza or fast food. I'm not that bad, I don't like going out getting drunk, although I do occasionally drink."

"That's cool. I looked up some stuff on you. Did anyone ever tell you that you looked like a Vanilla Ice wannabe back in your OVW days?"

"Hey now! It worked though! Yea, I did have that hair thing going on. I write my own stuff though!"

"That's a bonus! I like you now, MUCH better! Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. I need my beauty sleep!"

"No, you don't! You're already gorgeous! I mean, you look great, uh, I'm gonna shut up now!" I said, getting flustered as I looked at her.

"You are a very funny man! Wake me up when we get there!"

"Ok, I will!"

Ten minutes later, Sara was out. She falls asleep fast! Sounds like she has had a tough life. I'm glad she didn't kill herself though, I would've never met her! She wants to get married in Vegas? That's pretty cool! Hmm, I think SmackDown is going to be in Las Vegas in a few months. Aw shit, I think I'm falling in love with this girl!

A/N: Aww, how sweet! Next chapter should be up tomorrow. Please review and let me know what y'all think! Peace!