Chapter 14 I want a Divorce
The next morning John's eyes fluttered opened, they soon squinted seeing the sun in his sight. He turned over to wear Monica should have been laying, instead he saw a note. Looking at it awkwardly he grabbed it, opening it up to read it.
Dear John,
Sorry I had to leave so soon, but the first plane to Europe would be here by 6am. Don't worry, I just had to go to tell Enrique I want a divorce, I'll be back.
Love, Monica
John smiled at the letter before closing his eyes to go back to sleep. Meanwhile in another part of the world Monica had just gotten dropped off at Enrique's house. She was scared to go in, but she knew if she wanted to marry John this would have to be the first step. She walked up the porch and knocked on the door. After a few noise that sounded like rustling, the door opened showing Enrique in a black t-shirt and pants, he smiled seeing the sight of Monica.
"Hey honey, I didn't think you'd be coming". He said as he moved out of the way for her to come in. She entered the house looking around it before turning to her soon to be ex-husband. "What's wrong?".
"Baby, I have something to tell you". She said not really knowing how she was gonna put this into words.
"Tell me what?".
"I-I-I want a divorce". She finally said, Enrique looked at her frozen.
"What". He said walking up to her.
"I'm sorry Enrique, but I don't love you, I love John and last night he proposed to me". She monica showing him her hand which had the blue ring on it. "And I accepted". She was happy the she was able to say it all to him, but the celebration was short lived as she saw his mood change to anger, his balled his fist up making his vines become visible.
"You what?". He asked between his teeth as he began to slowly walk towards her, Monica nervously started to move back.
"Enrique I-". The strong sting across her face stopped her from saying anything else, he had slapped her.
"You bitch!". He shouted. "How could you fuckin do this to me!". His temper was scaring the hell out of her, even though she had seen it before. She quickly started running towards the kitchen, she was going to go through the back door, but enrique was to fast.
"Where you think you going?". He said punching her in the stomach bringing her to her knees, as she gasped for breath he walked up to her. "Your not going anywhere". He said punching her in the face making her fall to the floor, her lip was beginning to bleed. She crawled into a nearby hallway still trying to gain her breath back.
"Please". She mumbled. Hearing that he grabbed a handful of her hair.
"I don't think so". He whispered, he was about to pull her up until she elbowed him in his gut immediately letting go of her. She rose to her feet and started running, looking everywhere for any kind of exit, but enrique recovered fast and grabbed her before she went in the next room. She spun her around again punching her in the face.
"So you wanna play games now huh?". He said grabbing hold of her legs.
"ENRIQUE STOP!". She screamed struggling to escape his grip.
"Bet you wasn't sayin that when you were fuckin john all those nights". He said now beginning to pulling her by her arms. "I bet you were fuckin him when we went on that date, that's why you both weren't there, huh Monica?". She kept silent. "Ah-ha so you were".
He pulled her by her arms dragging her down the hall and up to the stairway, she squirmed for dear life finding a way to break free, but every time she squirmed his grip got tighter. As she looked around as she saw her self going by doors, then suddenly into a room. He threw her to the floor as he locked the door.
"Guess I have to teach you your lesson again huh you stupid slut". He said as he viciously pulled of his t-shirt.
"Leave me alone". She said starting to cry.
"Cry all you want bitch, you asked for it". He got on top of her ripping off her tank top.
"Get off of me!". She yelled punching him in the face, he doubled over allowing her to try and run, but once again he was to quick, as she rose up to try and run he grabbed her legs making her fall down with a loud thud. She felt his hands go under her jean skirt and rip off her panties, then she felt him push inside her making her scream in pain, he put a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming any more.
"Not again". She thought to herself before everything turned black, in seconds she passed out.
Back at the arena John was preparing for his eight-man tag team match. He was a little suspicious as to why Monica hadn't called yet, for all purposes she should have been there. He pulled out his cell to call her, but there was no answer, he tried again and still no answer. It wasn't like Monica not to pick up her phone.
"Monica where are you?". John asked himself as he left to get his tag-team partners.
Back in Europe Monica was laying motionless on the floor as enrique buttoned up his pants, smiling at his work. Then he thought of something else that he could do, he bent down and picked monica up bridal style before unlocking the door and heading out to his car.
"Let's see how you do without your fiancé Cena". Enrique said. He opened the truck and tossed Monica inside, he looked around beside her and found some tape and rope from when he went fishing over the summer. He tied up her legs and her arms behind her back, he duck taped her mouth shut before closing the trunk, he got in the car searching around for his keys, once he found them under the seat he drove away.
Know you didn't see that one comin'. It was my friends idea to do this, he said I couldn't have Enrique be a fucker and just leave it at that, plus it made the story a little longer.