A/N: Yay! I heard that John won at Summerslam! Ok, I own nothing except Sara! Enjoy y'all, because I'm running low on ideas this week.

1st Baptist

Sara's POV:

I got up around twelve, and was surprised that John wasn't in bed next to me! I rolled out of bed, and went to go find him. I walked down the hallway, and into the kitchen, and there was no one in sight.

"Your dad and John are outside doing something on the boat." My mom said, as she stood up from the couch.

"Oh, thanks. I take it you can look at me today?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Yes. There you go once again, that attitude of yours just never goes away does it?"

"Mom, I will admit that I have an attitude today, but you always use that as an excuse. You are the one with the attitude problem!" I said, as I pulled the milk out of the fridge. This was such a great way to start off my day!

"Excuse me? Do you really think that I have an attitude problem? Good grief, you always make me out to be the bad guy. We used to have such a good relationship, what happened? I'd really like to know." My mom asked, walking over towards me.

"Yes, you have an attitude problem. Yes, I do have an attitude sometimes, but the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? We did use to have a good relationship, but you ruined it, not me. Nothing I did was ever good enough for you, and you never were happy with anything. You'd put me on guilt trips when you knew that YOU were wrong, so I'd be the one to feel bad and apologize!" I said, my voice growing louder.

"Maybe I do have an attitude problem, but I did not ruin our relationship. You are my only daughter, and I just wanted the best for you. I might've been unreasonable some times, but I did not want perfection…"

"Yea right, you'd say that but your actions spoke louder! Do you really want to get into this now? I'm only home for three more days, and then I'm gone."

"I know that. For Pete's sake, I was only hard on you for your own good. I love you, and you know that. You are the one who started pushing me out of your life. You started hanging out with a 'questionable' crowd. You always were the youngest one out of your friends, you just grew up too fast." My mom yelled.

"So sue me because I was mature! That's your argument? Good try, keep it up, maybe I'll buy some of it!" I yelled back.

"Ok, I will continue. All I'm saying is that you never appreciated what was in front of you. You turned 18, and left this house like a bat outta hell! You left what's most important behind you, YOUR FAMILY!"

"Mom, besides dad, nana, and you, we really don't have a family. Oh sure, we'd se Lisa, Kim, Alex, and the aunts and uncles and cousins for a few holidays, but I'd not consider that a close family. I told you, when I graduated, I was getting the heck out of this hellhole of a state! Gosh, you just can't stand that your baby grew up can you?" I shouted, my eyes filling up with tears.

"No, I can't. You're my only child, my one shot to do this mom thing right! Despite what you think, I still love you, and am proud of you! You did everything you set out to, even getting married in Vegas. I'm sorry I was unreasonable at times, but I just wanted you to grow up that right way." My mom said, with tears in her eyes.

"I love you too mom, but sometimes I just can't stand you! I'm sorry I'm not a good daughter, but I tried. I'm through arguing with you for now. I have a show tonight, and I don't need all this drama. Come talk to me when you want to, just don't pick a fight with me." I softly said as I grabbed the keys to the rental car. I ran out of the house, and got in the car and tore out of the driveway. I just had to get away, and clear my mind. I got on the expressway, and headed out toRoseville My old dance studio was there, and dance was one way I could clear my head. 30 minutes later, I was in front of my dance studio! I got out of the car, and walked inside. A smile spread across my face when I saw Ms. DiAnne, who I had known since I was three! I walked up behind her, and then she turned and saw me.

"Oh Lord! Sara is that you? I haven't seen you in like two years! Oh my gosh, how are you?" Ms. DiAnne blurted out as she gave me a big hug.

"I'm doing good. I'm in town for a few days, with work. I just came out here to clear my head."

"Work?"

"Yea, I'm a professional wrestler now! We are in Detroit today!"

"Oh wow! You actually did it! I'm proud of you!"

"Aw, thank you! Do you have any dance classes going on right now?" I asked.

"Uh, yea! Your old teacher, Miss Rochelle has an advanced jazz class starting in ten minutes! Go on in, it's free for you!" Ms. DiAnne told me as she pushed me inside the studio. I couldn't get the smile off my face.

"By the way, who's the lucky guy that married you?" Ms. DiAnne asked me with a smile on her face.

"Oh, John Cena. I work with him, we are partners. Yea, we got married about two weeks ago! Oh shoot! I left him at my parents house! I'll be right back!" I exclaimed as I ran to get my phone. I dialed John's cell number, and he answered.

"Where are you? Your dad and me heard ya fighting with your mom, but when we went inside, you weren't there." John asked me.

"Chill baby! U had to go clear my head. I'm dancing. I'll be home in two three hours. You gonna be ok?"

"Yea, your dad is cool! Ok, I love you! Have fun!" John answered.

"Love you too John! Bye!"

I hung up and ran back into the studio. The class was just about to start, so I pulled off my shoes and socks. I didn't have any jazz shoes, so barefoot would have to do.

"Oh my God! Sara how are you?" Miss Rochelle asked me as we started our stretches.

"I'm going good! Just needed to dance!" I said, as I followed along with the class and slid into the splits.

"I understand that! I see you haven't lost your flexibility! How's SmackDown?" She asked me.

"You know what I do?"

"Yea, my son watches wrestling. You are pretty good, from the few times I've seen you! We'll talk later, ok class, it's dance time!" Miss Richelle shouted as she turned on some music.

We danced non-stop for about two hours, and then the class was over. The girls left the studio, and I heard a few of them giggling.

"You still got the moves girl!" Miss Rochelle told me as she turned on some more music. My next class is starting, want to stay for that?"

"Yes, but I can't. I left my husband at home with my parents. I think I should go save him from them!" I said, as I slid back into the splits.

"Actually, your mom drove me out here." I heard John say from behind me. I spun around, and was really surprised to see him there.

"Oh my gosh! How long have you been here?" I asked, as I ran over to him.

"About an hour. You are a really awesome dancer!" John said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I guess I am. I've been dancing since I was three. My mom seriously drove you out here? Wow, did she scream at you?"

"Nope. She actually apologized. She ain't that bad either. Ms. DiAnne is seriously cool." John told me as I gazed up at him.

"Yea, she is! Oh, John this is my other teacher, Miss Rochelle."

"Nice to meet you John! Uh, could I get your autographs, for my son?"

"Yea, no prob!" John said, as he let go of me.

"I want yours too Sara, ok, hang on, let me get a pen!"

Miss Rochelle ran back towards us, and had a pen and a piece of paper in her hand. John took it from her, and signed it and then handed it to me. I excitedly took it, and signed my name. Wow, one of my first autographs!"

"Thanks you two! Well, I have a class to teach! It was really great seeing you again Sara! You can stop in any time! Bye!"

"Bye, I will!" I replied as john and I turned and walked back into the lobby. I said my good-byes to Ms. DiAnne, and then we got in the car, and started to drive home.

"Oh, your grandma called. Wants you to go to1st Baptistto meet her. She's taking us out to eat." John said, as he found a rap station on the radio.

"CWC? I don't think I want to go there."

"Oh yea, the freaks. Don't worry, I'll be there. They won't bug you if I'm around, I won't let them."

"Ok, but only because there is free food involved! I do want to see Christy and Melanie. That's about it. We'll go in and get out. David andHaley probably won't even be there." I said, silently praying that they weren't.

30 minutes later, and I was sitting in the car, staring at my old church. John had just gotten out of the car, and had started walking, when he realized that I was still sitting in my seat.

"Yo, Sara! Come on, let's go!" John hollered as he walked back to the car. "Sara, you coming? Hello, anyone home?" he asked me as he waved his hands in front of my face. I suddenly snapped back to reality, and unbuckled my seat belt. I forced a smile, and grabbed John's hand as we walked towards the church. We got in the church way to quickly, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I hadn't set foot in this church in about five years.

"You ok, you look like you could puke." John asked me.

"No, uh, wait outside the bathroom for me." I said as I clasped my hand over my mouth. I ran into the bathroom, and hung my head over a toilet, allowing my nerves to get the best of me. I was only in there for two minutes, and then went and washed my hands and face off and popped a piece of gum in my mouth. I walked out of the bathroom, and saw John staring at some pictures.

"Ok, I'm all better now, I think." I said nervously.

"Ok, you that nervous?" John asked me, with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes. Let's find my grandma." I replied, looking around. I didn't see David or Haley, so I guess I will be ok, for now. We wandered around the church, and then I saw David. He was standing by the sound booth, and luckily he hadn't seen me.

"John, we have to go somewhere else. David is right over there." I quietly told John.

"That's him? I doubt he'll recognize you. Walk fast!" John said, as he placed himself on the other side of me. Now he would be between David and me.

"Ok, my grandma should be in that room right over there. Let's go."

We quickly walked past David, and he didn't even look up to acknowledge our presence. I got brave, and looked behind me. When I looked back at David, he was staring at me with a sadistic grin on his face. It sent chills through my body, and I quickly looked away. We met up with my grandma, and then walked with her out to her car. David was nowhere to be seen, which was a relieve.

"Sara, I forgot my Bible. Could you run and get it for me?" my grandma asked me, not knowing about the whole David-Haley situation.

"Uh, sure." I said.

"I'll go with you baby!" John volunteered.

"I'll be ok. It will only take a minute."

"Ok, whatever you say." John said as he watched me run back inside the church. I ran into the room, grabbed the Bible, and then went to leave the church. I was almost out the door, when I felt a strong hand grab my arm and yank me back. I let out a yelp, and hopped that John heard it. I turned around, and came face to face with David.

"How you doing Sara? It's been a long time!" David said, as he tightened his grip on my arm.

"Let go of me you sick freak." I shouted. I slapped him with my free arm, but it had no effect. He just grabbed that arm, and had a very tight grip on both of them.

"Now, now, there is no need to hit me! You know you are enjoying this!" David said, slowly pulling me farther into the church.

"John, please HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The church had been vacated, and it seemed to be only David and me.

"Shut up slut, no one will hear you. So you went off and got married on me? That just will not work, now will it?" David asked, as he looked at the ring on my finger. I didn't answer, and just closed my eyes, praying that John would come looking for me.

John's POV:

"I'm gonna go find her." I told Sara's grandma. I had a weird feeling that something was wrong. I ran back to the church, and quietly entered it. It was dark inside, and no one was there, that I could see. I looked down at the floor, and saw a Bible lying on the floor, like it had been dropped or something. Ok, something is not right here. I stood there, looking around, until I heard someone scream

"HELP! PLEASE!"

Oh God, that was Sara's voice. I ran towards where the voice was coming from, and stopped when I saw Sara. That David guy had her pushed up against the wall, and was saying some things to her, that I couldn't fully hear. Sara had her eyes shut, but when she opened them, she saw me and got a relieved look on her face.

"You better let go of her you sick bastard!" I yelled as I tackled him to the floor. I kept him on the floor, and began punching him, until you couldn't even see his face, because of all the blood. Sara just stood there watching, and then I finally stood up, and pulled David up with me. I was not finished just yet. I threw him against the wall, and then smiled as he sank to the ground, unconscious.

"Mess with Sara anymore, and you will wish that you were dead!" I yelled. I turned around, and saw Sara just staring, with a blank look on her face.

"Baby, are you ok?" I asked, as I walked over to her.

"Thank you." Sara told me, as she walked over towards David. I watched as she gave him a good kick, and then turned around.

"John, I don' want to go out to eat anymore."

"That's fine. What was he saying to you?"

"Just hateful stuff. Trying to mess with my mind. He attempted to get my ring off, but it didn't work. Let's just get out of here."

"Ok, I'm just glad that I got there when I did. I had a weird feeling and decided to come find you. We've got to get down to the arena any way." I said as I put my arm around Sara. We went back outside, and told her grandma that dinner would have to wait. Sara got in the car, and I started it up, and drove back to her house, so we could grab our gear. Sara was absolutely silent the whole ride.

"Are you going to be able to wrestle tonight?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Ok. Are you sure he didn't hurt you?"

"Yes. He was going to, well he didn't. You saved me John." Sara quietly said, as she gazed out her window.

"He was going to what?"

"I think he was going to rape me. I was really scared. I couldn't fight him off. I'm a professional wrestler, and I can't even defend myself. I am a weak person." Sara responded.

"You are not weak, he was a big dude. I'm going to fucking kill him! Don't worry Sara, he won't hurt you again. I should've gone with you. None of this would've happened."

"Not your fault. I told you not to go with me. I thought he was gone. Don't kill him, that's too easy. Plus, you would go to jail. I really don't want you getting in trouble for my problems."

"The minute we got married, it became my problem too. No one is going to mess with my wife and get away with it." I said, trying to reassure her.

"Ok. Can we get some food? I'm kind of hungry!" Sara said, beginning to cheer up a little.

"If you want!" I answered. We stopped to get food, and then got our stuff and headed to the Joe Louis Arena. Sara seemed to be ok, but I was sure that on the inside she was terrified. Those bastards will not hurt her again. I will make sure of that.

A/N: Psychos! Oh well, hope y'all enjoyed! Let me know! Peace y'all!