Chapter 31 and stuff

Later on in the night, Lidia laid wide awake in her bed with Madison lying next to her. Lidia's hand absently stroked the back of her daughter's head as she tried to remember what occurred just a few hours ago.

Promises. He was never good a keeping promises.

She could hear Randy's voice in the kitchen even though he was talking softly, almost whispering. It made sense for him to have such a quiet voice; it was after all 1:13 in the morning. Lidia walked into the kitchen quietly, arching an eyebrow in her brother's direction.

"Hey man, I gotta get going...yea, I'll call you later...Dude, seriously..." Lidia's curiosity rose as she opened the fridge door, grabbing a jar of pickles. She leaned against the counter as Randy hung up the phone, tension in the room being extremely thick.

Lidia took a bite out of a pickle as she hopped on the counter, waiting for Randy to talk. "That was uh..."

"John?" she cut him off. "Where is he?"

"Boise," Randy mumbled, praying his sister didn't hear him. "He had to uh..."

Lidia shook her head, as if she was embarrassed by her brother's terrible lying. "Where is he?" she questioned again. "Tell me, Randy!"

"Lids, you'll get mad..." She threw the half eaten pickle at her brother and it bounced off his bare chest. "Lids! I'm not telling you a damn thing! Drop it!"

"I need to know," she whispered. "If I'm going to marry that man...then I need to know. Randy, please don't do this to me," Lidia pleaded softly.

"If you're going to marry him, then where's your engagement ring?" Randy questioned as he stared at her ring finger. "Where is it?"

Lidia shrugged her shoulders, her face turning red in embarrassment. "I threw it at him," she whispered, her bottom like being sucked into her mouth. She took another pickle out from the jar and took a bite out of it, her frustration bottled up inside of her.

"And why would you do that?" Randy asked.

"He broke a promise."

"John Cena? Break a promise?" Randy chuckled, his famous smirk appearing on his face. "Not the John Cena I know," he joked. He saw the look on Lidia's face and stopped his joking instantly. "What promise did he break?"

"When we first started going out...he promised he'd never hurt me..." she told Randy, her voice hardly above a whisper.

"Hurt you? Did he hit you?" Randy questioned defensively. "I swear Lids; I'll kill him if he even left a scratch on you..."

"He didn't hit me," Lidia quickly defended. "In the mail the other day...there was an envelope for John, but it was delivered to here...I'll go get it." She left the kitchen quickly, doing her best to stay quiet.

When she was gone, Randy's stomach turned. Now she knew officially and it was tearing Randy apart because of how much it hurt Lidia. But this was John's fault. It was John's fault he wanted to get drunk that night, and do something funny so they can laugh at it later.

Now it's later. And no one is laughing.

Lidia came back down, her eyes bloodshot red and her hands shaking. She handed Randy the envelope as she sat down at the table, resting her head in her hands. This was a great way to spend Christmas: depressed, angry at your fiancée, and pregnant.

"Lids..." Randy whispered. "I knew." Her head shot up as her eyes let a new batch of tears stream down her face. "I was there. It was the same night when..."

"And you didn't tell me?" she asked, her voice raspy because she was trying not to yell. "I agreed to marry this man, whom you knew, and you never told me?"

"I couldn't Lidia! I didn't want to see you hurt!" Lidia laughed at him, wiping away tears.

"Didn't want to see me hurt? John married Torrie Wilson! The same woman that tried to take my child, and he's just filing for divorce now?" She shook her head as she snatched the envelope out of his hands. "Why wouldn't you tell me something like that? God Randy..."

"He was drunk! There was no stopping him, Lids!"

Lidia slapped him across the face. "You were there. I don't care if we weren't together when this happened, you could've stopped him! Why didn't you do anything? Why..." She slumped against the wall, her legs collapsing from underneath her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered.

Randy sat down beside her, his arm protectively going around her shoulders. This is why he made sure she lived with him, there was no way Lidia could support herself and Madison in this sort of shape.

"I want him to come home," Lidia mumbled. "I want to hear it from him." Randy lifted her head with his hands, forcing her to look at him.

"Sis," he whispered, "it's only going to hurt you more. Look at you now. You're in no shape to see him. If you let this go on, sis, you're gonna lose your baby. You aren't sleeping, you aren't eating, and you're sick Lids. You need to rest, take care of yourself."

"But, I want him to take care of me. Randy...I love him." He sighed. It was all that he felt he could do right then. For once, he was at a loss for words.

Cradling his sister, Randy buried his head into her hair, hiding his tears. It didn't matter how many times he warned Lidia about John, she ignored him.

They didn't even notice when the sun began to seep through the blinds in the kitchen. When Stacy walked into the room that morning with Madison and saw the Orton siblings sleeping on the kitchen floor beside each other, she gently grabbed Madison's hand, leading her out of the room, off to McDonald's for breakfast.