Okay, so it's been forever and this chapter isn't even really that long—but I hadta put it out to let you guys knows I was still writing this story. So as always. Let me know what you think and I'll try my hardest to get another chapter out in a reasonable amount of time!

The next time Kiara woke up it was still dark. She started to panic again until she saw the light from the TV flickering and after her eyes adjusted a little bit better, she could see John half-sitting, half-laying on the couch watching the TV screen absent-mindedly. She reached over for the two Tylenol and glass of water that were on the nightstand and even those slight movements caught John's attention.

He turned off the TV. "Sorry if I woke you up." He said quietly.

Kiara shook her head. "You didn't, don't worry." She turned in the bed so she was now facing him and he was looking back at her, still concerned. "Have you slept at all?" She asked.

John shook his head. "Not tonight. I just wanted to make sure Randy didn't try coming back or anything."

"Oh." She propped herself up on the bed so her back was to the headboard. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that." He looked at her curiously and she patted the bed next to her lightly. John got up and walked back over to the bed and she took that as her opportunity to really look at him—his hair was all disheveled and un-gelled and his clothes were wrinkled, like he tried (unsuccessfully) to fall asleep in them, if only for a short amount of time.

He sat down on the bed and looked at her. "Ask me about what?"

"How did you know where to find me?" Kiara asked straightforwardly.

"Well," he started. "after that kinda one-sided fight we had in the car on the way here, I realized how stupid I was acting so I wanted to find you to apologize. I tried calling Dawn's cell phone. She didn't pick up but on her voicemail it said the three of you were going to be at that club tonight." Kiara sat in stunned silence as she listened to the detective work he went through to find her and he continued. "So I went to the club and found Dawn and Nidia after being hit on by both men and women—" Kiara stifled a laugh and he grinned. "—yeah tell me about it. But then I found them and they were both drunk off their asses. I asked them where you were and Dawn said that you got wasted and left with Orton, who apparently looked pissed off. So I came back to the hotel, got his room number from Stephanie, and got to the room just in time."

"You went to all that trouble for me?" Kiara asked quietly, pulling the covers up closer around her shoulders. He nodded. "Why?"

"Because I got worried about you." He replied. She looked down and he cupped her chin in his hands so she had no choice but to look at him. "What can I do to make you like me?"

"I do like you." She started off.

"Then what is it?" John pressed on. "I mean, I don't think I could get any sexier if I tried so it can't be my looks." He teased.

Kiara forced a grin and pushed her hair from her face, letting out a sigh. "It's complicated."

"I want to know."

She pushed back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stared at a painting hanging on the wall and sighed again. "Okay. When I was 17, my older sister Carly had this boyfriend. He started off being so charming and my mom and I both assumed that the two were going to get married—"

"Well that doesn't sound so bad." John interrupted.

Kiara shook her head. "I said assumed John. We assumed they were going to get married—it never happened. Her boyfriend started to get really possessive of her and jealous of everything else that was getting her time and attention. He turned her against my mom and me and the two moved out of state and we didn't talk to her for two years after that. Then one day when my mom was at work I got this phone call from the police. Carly had been trying to break things off with him because she missed us and apparently her boyfriend was a firm believer in the 'if he can't have her, no one can' ideology. So I lost my big sister just because of that guy—my trust for men has pretty much gone downhill from there and now with this whole thing that happened with Randy…" She trailed off and became silent, her eyes still fixed on the painting on the wall.

John bit his bottom lip and waited for a few minutes, unsure of what to say. "I don't know what to tell you to make you feel better about losing your sister to some asshole, but I can promise you Randy will never get near you again."

"You don't have to say anything about her." Kiara replied, pushing back the covers and getting out of bed. She walked over and stood in front of the window, her hands and forehead pressed up against the glass.

"If it means anything at all I'm sorry." John tried.

Kiara felt a tug at her heart and smiled. "It means more then you know." She whispered so he couldn't hear her. She pushed away from the window and turned back around to face him. "I actually feel a little better right now. I think talking it out helped, thanks."

John nodded. "That's what I'm here for. Hey, are you hungry at all?"

"A little."

He took her hand and she grabbed a sweatshirt as he was pulling her out of the room. "Some of the guys told me about this 24 hour diner a few blocks down. We'll go there and then come back and try to get some sleep. We have a long day pf traveling a head of us."

What'd you think? At least now y'all know what happened to Kiara. But we still don't know what happened to Cena in his past…hmm… Read and review like usual and I might figure it out soon! And if you're bored waiting for the next chapter, go visit my site! http:www.youcantseeme.net It's all John Cena--all the time!