The Decision: Part 4

When Alana reached the front door of her house she stopped and looked at Randy's car, which just pulled, out of her driveway and she watched it until it was out of sight. Then she turned to the front door again and opened it.

Once she was inside she walked into the living room and turned on the light. She walked over to where the answering machine was on the stand next to the couch that said she had two messages. She took a deep breath and listened to them. The first one was from Trish it said "Hey Alana, it's Trish. Um… I need to talk to you about something. It's not important so don't rush to call me back if you don't want to. Okay, bye." The second one was the one she was hoping she wouldn't get, it was Bryan, and it said "Where the fuck are you? You little bitch you're lucky I'm in California right now. But when I get home you're gonna pay for not being there. I promise" Alana picked up the phone and sat on her couch with her knees pulled up to her chest. And she dialed Trish's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Trish, I… uh… I got your message. What did you want?" Alana asked looking around the living room.

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were okay." Trish answered.

"Why?"

"Well, because, you looked scared when you left here, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?" Trish asked as she lay on the bed in her hotel room.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. I have another question."

"Okay. What is it?"

"What do you think of John and Randy?" Trish asked as a smile formed on her face.

"They are really nice guys. But I have a boyfriend." Alana said as she turned on the TV.

"You do?"

"Yeah. His name is Bryan. And I have been dating him for four years." Alana answered.

"Oh. Can I meet him?"

"No!" Alana said but quickly corrected herself. "I mean, he travels for work and he's hardly ever home." Alana said letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh. Well next time he's there can I meet him?"

"Yeah… yeah sure."

The Next Day

Alana didn't get any sleep last night because Bryan didn't say when exactly he was coming back. So knowing him he would just show up and not warn her, and it made her really scared to not know. But she knew when he got back she would pay for not being home, she just didn't know how bad it would be.

Just then there was a knock on the door, which caused Alana to jump off the couch and walk carefully to the door. When she approached the door she cautiously put her hand on the knob and turned it. When she opened it she saw John Cena standing on the other side.

"Hi, John." Alana said motioning for him to come in.

"Hey. What's up?" John asked as him and Alana walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Nothing."

"Listen, um… Randy told me what happened to you when you were younger." John said as he looked at her face trying to read the blank expression on her face.

"He did?" Alana asked in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"So what do you think of me now? Are you going to show me pity?" Alana asked getting up from her seat on the couch.

"No. I just… I just wanted to tell you that I'm here if you ever need to talk." John said his eyes fixed on her.

"Thanks." She responded sitting back down."

An Hour Later

For the last hour Alana and John had been talking about different things. They had been talking about their families, relationships, and what was going on in their lives right now. But during their conversation Alana had failed to mention Bryan being abusive. She told him that she was dating Bryan but she didn't mention what he did to her.

"Well, I better get going." John said standing up and heading to the door.

"Okay, but I had a lot of fun hanging out with you." Alana said walking him to the door.

"Me too. Bye." John said hugging her.

"Bye." Alana answered returning the hug.

After they said their good byes it was late and Alana was tired so she went into the bathroom and took a shower. When she got out she out on silky light blue pajamas. Then she brushed her hair and her teeth and turned out the light in the bathroom and all of the lights in the house.

Then she walked into her bedroom and laid on her bed. But as she did that out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow standing in the doorway of her room. She sat up and asked, "Who's there?" When there was no answer she asked again, "I said who's there?" She asked again not able to hide the fear in her voice.

There was again no answer, but this time the shadow moved closer. That was when she realized it wasn't just a shadow, it was a person. The person moved a little closer so that the little bit of light from outside was shining in. And it was at that time she realized who it was. She opened her mouth to speak but her words came out in a whisper. The person standing in the doorway was…

"Bryan."