Wrestlemania…it was finally here. We were sitting in dad's locker room, five minutes to when his math was to start. He was really focused. He was ready

"You ready dad?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Be careful out there dad, he fights dirty when that title's on the line."

"I know…McKenzie, look at me."

"Yeah?" He called me McKenzie….he never does that unless he's dead serious or mad.

"If something bad happens out there, don't leave this locker room. I don't want you running out there and trying to get to me. I might not walk out of there, but I'm leaving this place with that belt."

"Dad, even if you don't win, I'm proud of you alright…you beat Kurt Angle, Orlando Jordan, and Booker T to earn this. You put up with JBL's Crap for weeks…you deserve this, and when you win…we're gonna "fix" up that belt, alright?"

"Yeah. I gotta go, my match is in two minutes." He said. He kissed my forehead and left the room. I sat and watched the match. I watched with the guys, really excited. We counted the three count.

"ONE" James said

"TWO" I screamed.

"THREE!" we shouted. We jumped up and cheered and jumped around and screamed. I hugged James as tight as I could, with tears in my eyes.

"I'm going to meet him at gorilla." I said, running out of the door. I ran down the hall, dodging other wrestlers as they were walking the other way. I saw dad walking back towards me, but before I could call out to him, something hard hit me in the back of my head and I was knocked out before I even hit the ground.

JOHN'S POV

I did it; I couldn't believe I did it. I got back in Gorilla and I was bombarded with pretty much the entire SD locker room.

"You did it Homes, Congratulations!" Eddie shouted.

"Felicidades amigo!" Rey said, clapping my shoulder.

"Thanks man."

"Great job John." Torrie Wilson smiled.

"Thanks Tor."

"I knew you could do it man! "

"Thanks Charlie, where's Mack? I thought she'd be down here by now."

"Maybe she actually listened and stayed in the locker room."

"This is MY kid we're talking about." I said, walking back toward my locker room. I opened the door and smiled.

"The CHAMP is Here!" I screamed, walking in the room.

"Great Job Mr. C!" James shouted. We were talking about thirty seconds when I realized Mackie wasn't in here either.

"Wait a second…where's my daughter?"

"She went to gorilla to meet you…maybe she go lost?" Courtney said, looking around.

"Maybe. I'm gonna go look for her." I said. Grabbing a shirt and my cell phone just in case she called.

"Mack!" I yelled, walking around the halls. I bumped into Randy, who was leaving the trainer's office.

"Hey Ran…"

"Hey man, Congrats!"

"Thanks man…sorry about your loss man."

"Hey, I almost had him…"

"I know man. How's the arm?"

"Feels like shit."

"Sorry to hear that…Hey, have you seen my baby girl?"

"No, not since before we started, if I see her, I'll send her back to your locker room."

"Thanks man…"

"No prob."

I decided to call her cell phone.

"Hello?" she whispered.

"Mack, where are you?" I said.

"I don't know…I'm in the trunk of a car I think."

"WHAT?"

"I was on my way to meet you after the match, and I got hit in the back of the head really hard. I woke up about two minutes ago." She said. I could tell she was crying.

"Okay, calm down baby girl….put your phone on vibrate so whoever has you won't know if I call you. Keep that phone hidden too, you hear me?"

"Yeah. Hurry dad, I'm scared."

"I'll get to you as soon as I can baby girl, I promise." I said. I hung up and ran through the arena to Mr. McMahon's sky box. I knocked and walked right in.

'Well, if it isn't the new WWE Champion. How are you Mr. Cena?"

"Absolutely horrible. Someone's kidnapped my daughter."

"What?"

"Yeah, I just called her to ask her where she was, and she told me someone knocked her out and she was in someone's trunk. She still has her cell on her if that helps…" I said, starting to ramble.

"Do you have any idea who might want to take her?"

"I don't know, I mean, yeah, she's pissed JBL off a lot this past couple of days, but it couldn't have been him…but it could be the cabinet." I said. Mr. McMahon just picked up a phone and called someone.

"Send JBL and his Cabinet up here right now."

While we waited, Mr. McMahon had me give a full description of her to security.

"She's about 5'4, 105 lbs, hazel eyes, blonde hair down to about mid back, she was wearing a white Chain Gang t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts along with white and black K-Swiss tennis shoes. She's wearing a silver locket with a picture of me and her mother inside…uh, on her back she has a 3-4 inch scar, and she…she's all I have left of her mother. I'll do anything to get her back…absolutely anything." I said, pacing across the room.

"Mr. Cena, I need you to calm down." The security guard said.

"you need me to calm down? My 14 year old daughter is MISSING! Do you expect me to do, sit still and write a couple of rhymes or something? I can't calm down! I've only had her about a month!" I screamed, grabbing the guy by the front of the shirt.

"You wanted to see us Mr. McMahon…what's HE doing here?" JBL said, standing at the door with his cabinet.

"This is about Cena's daughter."

"Oh, the little Juvenile Delinquent…what did she do now? Rob a convenience store?"

"She's missing you fucker and I have a feeling you might have something to do with it." I said, looking at him.

"I was fighting YOU at the time…remember?"

"Yeah, but THEY weren't. So where were they?"

"Guarding my Limo so she and her little punk friends didn't ruin it again."

"You swear?"

"Yes, I do. I may hate you, but I wouldn't stoop that low as to take your child."

I stared at him for a minute. "What about them?"

"They didn't either. They were with me."

"I'm trusting you right now, something I NEVER do…but if I find out you had something – ANYTHING- to do with my little girl disappearing…I swear to you, I'll kill you." I said. With that, I walked back to the locker room. Sitting at the locker room were all of Mack's friends, along with London, Mark, Randy, Charlie and Jackie, Dave, and Amy.

"Where's McQueen?" London asked, looking at me.

"She's gone."

"Gone? What do ya mean 'she's gone' John?" Randy said.

"She's missing, I called her and she said she was in someone's trunk."

"FUCK!" James screamed, punching the wall. London and Randy grabbed him before he could put a hole in the wall or in his fist.

"Dude, chill out."

"It's my fault!" he screamed.

"What are you talking about James?" I said, looking at him.

"A couple of days before we came to West Newberry, I ran into Mack's step-dad Bryce. I knew what he was doing to Mackie. I knew he hated her because she was yours. I said some stuff to him."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I was glad she was going to West Newberry to live with you because I was sick of Mackie coming over bruised and bloody because of him. I told him that I was glad she'd never have to see him again, and that I'd make sure of it. He just looked at me and smiled. Then he just said 'Wanna Bet' and walked off. I thought he was bluffing, but somehow, he got her cell number and he called her on Wednesday and hassled her, saying he'd see her soon. She told me about it, and I promised I'd keep her safe."

"Bruised and bloody?" I said.

"Yeah, see I was the first person she ever came to. He'd beat her, she'd run over to my house. I lived directly across the street from her. I'd clean her up, and she'd sleep in my room. You know the scar on her back?"

"Yeah, she said it was from falling down the stairs."

"More like Bryce threw her. I was so glad when she left, she wouldn't have to hurt anymore. I love Mackie like my sister. She's been my whole world since I was eight. I've chased her around keeping her out of trouble for so long, that I don't know what I'll do with myself if something happens to her."

"So Bryce has her? You know this for a fact?"

"Hell yeah. It's him."

I looked at the other teens in the room, they all were nodding. I looked at Randy, who loved Mackie like a daughter, and London who called Mack his sister, and I knew what I had to do. I called Mr. McMahon and asked for a spot before Raw Started.

SHANE'S POV

I was sitting around getting ready to watch RAW with Chris, Sammie and Shania, kind of worried cause Mack hadn't called me since Saturday. She was due back the next day. Raw started with John Cena on the screen. This wasn't the same John Cena we were used to seeing. He was sitting in front of a black curtain and his eyes are bloodshot. He looks broken and he's not even holding his Title.

"I…I'm John Cena. WWE Champ. I'm not here to talk about that though….this is RAW. I'm here to put out an Amber Alert for my Daughter. Her name is McKenzie Emily Winters. She's 14 years old. She's about 5'4, 105 lbs, hazel eyes, blonde hair down to about mid back, she was last seen wearing a white Chain Gang t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts along with white and black K-Swiss tennis shoes. She's wearing a silver locket with a picture of me and her mother inside…uh, on her back she has a 3-4 inch scar. She was last seen here in the Staples Center last night."

As John was talking, a couple pictures of Mackie were flashing across the screen.

"We believe that she was abducted by her step-father, Bryce Christenson from Edmonton, Illinois. If you have any information, if you see anyone who looks like her, Call this number."

An 800 number scrolls across the screen. I stare at the screen for the entire episode of RAW, not even really watching it. I was numb, in a state of shock. Throughout the entire episode of RAW, Mackie's Amber Alert was showed. I just couldn't believe it….she was missing. I left the gang in my basement and went upstairs and locked myself in my room.

JOHN'S POV

As soon as the cameraman cut, I started to cry. I'd put Mack's friends on the plane that day, and gave James my cell number just incase he found out anything. I went to my hotel room and lay down. I called Mack's cell, but this time, she didn't answer. I lay down and cried my self to sleep.

MACKIE'S POV

The trunk opened, and a person dressed in black with a black ski mask was standing there. He took a cloth with some junk on it and held it to my face. I passed out.

I woke up in a small dark room. The windows were boarded up and I could barely see outside. The bed was hard, and the blankets were thin. That's all that was in the room, a small hard bed with thin sheets, and a wardrobe. I felt my for my clip, my cell phone was still there. I opened it, I had half of my battery, and I'd missed seventeen calls. 10 of them were Shane, 2 were London, 4 were from Randy and one was from my dad. I immediately called my dad.

"Hello? Mack?"

"Dad…what's happened?"

"It's Monday Night. It's been almost 24 hours. Where are you?"

"I don't know, it's a small room, and the windows are boarded up.

"Come on baby girl, give me a clue where you are…see if you can get some type of clue."

"If I look out through the cracks…I can see…my school?"

"You can see JFK High out the window?"

"No…Eddie high….that is Edmonton High…I'm in Edmonton dad...I don't know where exactly, but I'm in Edmonton…I can see the park and everything…I'm not sure which house I'm in, but I know its in Edmonton."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Dad, I'm scared." I said, crying.

"I know, I'll get there baby girl."

I could hear footsteps coming down the hall.

"dad someone's coming, I gotta go." I whispered. I hung up the phone and hid it under the bed, making sure it was on vibrate. I went and sat in the corner and curled myself in a ball. The door unlocked and two men walked in. One was really strong looking. He had dark hair and pasty white skin. His eyes were bright green and he had a huge scar on the right side of his face. The other one was small and mousy looking. He had a tattoo on his neck of a gun and he had black eyes and tan skin.

"Well, sleeping beauty is finally awake…now I can..." the big one started

"Eddie, don't be that dumb, boss said not to touch her…like that. Now Cutie, this is your new home. The boss says that you are to do whatever we tell you to until he decides what to do with you. There's a TV in the Wardrobe. There's cable and everything." Mouse boy said.

"Bill, remember, the boss said she can't watch anything wrestling related."

"I know."

"So what do I have to do?" I said, getting scared.

"What ever the hell I tell you. Now don't say anything, and you won't get hurt. Now, get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich."

"What kind?"

SMACK

Bill smacked me hard across my face. I hit the ground and looked up at him.

"Get up. Now, no smart comments…I don't wanna have to mess up that pretty face of yours…There's roast beef in the kitchen. I want a roast beef sandwich…no mustard."

"Alright."

SMACK

"It's yes sir, Cutie"

"Yes sir." I walked out of the room and into the hallway. "Sir,"

"What? Why aren't you making my sandwich?"

"I don't know where the kitchen is sir."

"To the right."

I went into the kitchen and I made the roast beef sandwich. I gave him the sandwich and he took a bite. He spit it out on me and punched me.

"What the hell is this?"

"A roast beef sandwich sir…" I said, wiping the food from my face, and the blood from my mouth.

"This tastes like SHIT! You can't do anything! Just get in your room!" he yelled, throwing more punches. I hit the ground and crawled back in my room. I closed the door behind me, and I heard Eddie lock it behind me. I opened the wardrobe and turned on the 12 inch TV. I looked at my watch…it was 20 minutes to the end of RAW, so I turned it on.

"Well JR, Batista and Randy Orton are ready to face off. They both are wearing blue arm bands in support of McKenzie Winters, missing daughter of John Cena." King said.

I started to tear up as they went to commercial.

"I…I'm John Cena. WWE Champ. I'm not here to talk about that though…I'm here to put out an Amber Alert for my Daughter. Her name is McKenzie Emily Winters. She's 14 years old. She's about 5'4, 105 lbs, hazel eyes, blonde hair down to about mid back, she was last seen wearing a white Chain Gang t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts along with white and black K-Swiss tennis shoes. She's wearing a silver locket with a picture of me and her mother inside…uh, on her back she has a 3-4 inch scar. She was last seen here in the Staples Center last night."

"We believe that she was abducted by her step-father, Bryce Christenson from Edmonton, Illinois. If you have any information, if you see anyone who looks like her, Call this number."

As he talked, pictures of me were on the screen. I started crying as a picture SD magazine had taken of me and dad at the induction flashed up on the screen. It froze on a picture of just me; an announcer's voice came on the screen.

"To help support in the Search of Mackie winters, go to WWE to buy a blue wrist band for 5 dollars. All proceeds go to the Search for Mackie Winters Fund."

A close up on the wristband showed that it was a picture of a red heart on it with my name underneath in black cursive writing. I reached up and touched the TV screen.

"Dad, hurry." I whispered. I quickly turned the channel as Bill came in. I turned it to the news where there was a particularly interesting piece being ran.

"In other news, the daughter of WWE Superstar John Cena has been kidnapped. 14 year old McKenzie 'Mackie' Winters was abducted in the Staples Center last night during the Pay-Per-View Event known as Wrestlemania 21. She is rumored to be somewhere here in Edmonton being held by her step-father Bryce Christiansen, a resident of the Langley area of town. He is being questioned as we speak."

The screen showed Bryce sitting in a chair in the police station looking quite calm. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Bill.

"What?" I said, annoyed.

WHAM

He hit me so hard I hit the wood floor and slid across the room, hitting my head on the wall. He walked over and kicked me hard, really hard in my stomach. I felt something crack and I screamed out in pain.

"Run your mouth again, it'll be worse. See you, Cutie." He said, walking out and locking the door. I walked over to the bed and pulled out my cell.

'11:45, around this time, the Edmonton gang will be on the roof looking at the stars and talking.' I sighed. I go up and looked through the crack. I could see the school, and off to the left, I could see a group of people sitting on a roof. I noticed a shot of green hair and I gasped. I knew where I was. I was at the old Peaterson place, every one thought it was haunted, and wouldn't think of looking up here. I dialed my dad's number.

"Mack?"

"Dad, how fast can you get here?" I whispered. It hurt to breathe.

"Tomorrow, maybe in the late afternoon, early evening, why?"

"I know exactly where I am."

"How'd you figure it out?"

"I could see James sitting on the roof of his house, and this is the only house in viewing distance with boarded windows."

"How do you know it's James?'

"The green hair gave it away."

"I knew I liked that kid." He whispered. "Where are you?"

"The old Peterson house."

"The haunted one?"

"You know about it?"

"Me and my friends originated the story!"

"I don't want to know…"

"I'll be there tomorrow night."

"Alright…" I gasped.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I think he broke my ribs…" I muttered.

"Who?"

"Bill, the guy that's here watching me."

"I'll be there, don't worry."

"Bye."

I hung up and slipped the phone back in its hiding place. I lay down to go to sleep, but right before I closed my eyes, the door opened. I looked over to see Bryce standing there.

"Why hello little butterfly."

"YOU" I whispered.

"Me…come on, you knew I'd come back for you. And thanks to a wonderful person, I got you right back."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said. He crossed the room in three steps and punched me square in the face.

"Now little girl, don't lose your temper…" he teased, speaking calmly still.

"Don't go and do something stupid my butterfly."

"Don't call me butterfly, only my mom can call me butterfly!" I said, trying to raise my voice but failing miserably because of my ribs.

"Any new nicknames? What does your daddy call you?"

"Baby girl, or Little Bella…after my mom." I said, glaring at him.

"Oh really…well, soon you're going to be fatherless…"

"No…"

"Yes. At 4:30 this morning…someone will be paying daddy dearest a visit in his hotel in LA."

"No…leave my dad alone. I'll do anything. Just leave my dad alone." I said, starting to cry.

"No, it's the ultimate way to kill a part of you is getting rid of him…and it's his fault you're here. If you hadn't been here I'd still have your mother!" he said, punching me in the stomach.

"Mom died in a car crash. How is it my fault?" I coughed.

"She was on her way to see you, you worthless piece of crap. If you hadn't been born, she wouldn't have been on her way to your school concert and she wouldn't have died!" he said, beating me. I cried and screamed as loud as I could.

"Shut up or you'll get more." He said, angrily.

"Now little brother…don't be so mean…our little slave won't be strong enough to get to work tomorrow." A female voice said from the door way. I tried to open my eyes but they were already nearly swollen shut. I could just barely make out Dawn Marie.

"D…Dawn?"

"Yes! It's me…are you surprised?"

"But….why?"

"Why? WHY? Because of you, I lost the love of my life. And ironically, you did the same thing to my little brother!" she said, smacking me. I could barely even register the pain anymore, my body was literally throbbing.

"Brother…" I whispered. "But you're from Jersey…"

"Mama and daddy split up when we were kids…I went with mama to Jersey." She said, looking down at me. "I hope you got to say bye bye to daddy, because if I can't have him, no one will. And tonight in oh, say…two and a half hours, you'll become an orphan, and my little brother's little play thing." She said.

"First of all, get that shirt out of my sight!" he said, grabbing at the Chain Gang T-shirt I was wearing. I tried to fight, but he pulled out a knife and cut it off of me, leaving me in a bra and my denim shorts. I tried to cover myself, and they just laughed and locked me back in my room. I slipped my hand under the bed and texted my dad to get out of his room and go hang in London's room, and London would fill him in on everything. Then I called London and told him everything that Dawn'd just told me. Then I dialed the familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. G….it's Emily." I whispered.

"Emily? Oh my goodness, where are you?"

"I need to talk to James."

"Okay, hold on a second….he's in his room….James, it's Emily."

"Mack, where are you?"

"James, I need you to listen to me very carefully alright?" I whispered painfully

"Yeah."

"I'm in the Peterson place. It's Bryce and you won't believe this…"

"What?"

"Dawn's his sister. She's the one that set me up for this." I gasped.

"Did Bryce touch you?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm on my way."

"NO…call the 5-0. Tell them everything. I can't tell you which room I'm in, but it's on the second floor."

"Alright…I'll call them."

"Hurry…they have a knife."

I looked at my phone and started to cry. I closed the phone and hid it again, turning it off to conserve the battery. I went to sleep finally in immense pain.