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"What are you doing in her room?" the person asked when John opened the door.
"I was asleep." John told him.
"This is not her room." the person told them.
"Gee, thanks for the notice. Now, I am tired and want some sleep." John told the person.
"Then go to your room." they told John.
"Just go away. If you wake her up you will get it at practice tomorrow." John told the person.
"No, you are not sleeping in there with her." the person said. John had had enough. He swung at them. I woke up to the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh. I sat up and got off the bed. I walked to the door to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. I saw John hit Paul again.
"Leave us alone." John said. I grabbed John and out of reaction, he hit me in the face. He froze. Paul was pissed and really wanted to hurt John.
"Iris, baby, are you ok?" he asked me. I was holding the side of my face. I nodded.
"Get away from her." Paul growled at him.
"I didn't mean to." John said. He really felt bad and I didn't blame him for it.
"Paul, stop it! I am 21. You know he didn't mean to." I said to a now very pissed off Paul.
"Iris, he hit you!" he said.
"It was an accident!" I yelled at him. John was just standing there. He felt horrible and just wanted to make it go away.
"I will see you in the morning at practice. Go to bed!" I told him. I grabbed John's arm and pulled him back in the room.
"Are you ok?" I asked him as I walked in the bathroom. He just sank down the wall to the floor.
"John?" I asked as I sat beside him. He looked at me with tears threatening to fall.
"What is it, baby?" I asked him.
"I didn't mean to hit you. I don't want to turn into him." he said.
"Who, John?" I asked him.
"My uncle. He went to prison for beating up his wife and I didn't mean to hit you. I never want to be known for hitting women. I am sorry. I will understand if you don't want to see me anymore." he said. He was so shaken from the incident. He was extremely unset.
"John, I am not going anywhere. I am not mad; it was an accident. I know you didn't mean to hit me." I told him. He just looked at me. He was so upset it was as if he was helpless.
"Baby, I am sorry." he said. I gave him a hug and kissed him forehead. He clung to me.
"Come on. Let's go to bed." I told him. I helped him up. He was so helpless looking. I helped him on the bed.
"You're going to lay down to right?" he asked me.
"Yes, baby, let me go to the bathroom." I told him. He just laid there. I walked into the bathroom. I saw my face. I had a large bruise on my cheek.
Great Paul is going to flip. I thought as I walked back out. I laid down and John cuddled up to me. He had already fallen asleep. I just laid there and eventually fell asleep around 2 that morning.
The next morning I woke up to someone gently shaking me. I opened my eyes. It was Randy.
"What?" I asked him.
"Come on. Let's go. We are meeting John in 30 minutes." he said. I sat up.
"How'd you get in here?" I asked him.
"He got me up and I met him here. He told me to get you up now and get you there." he told me.
I got ready. I knew we were going to see the guys spar today, so I dressed casual. Randy pulled me out of the room and down to the limo waiting.
"You know last time we did this it didn't turn out to well." I said looking at him.
"I know, but this time I didn't come up with this." he said laughing. We rode the limo until we arrived at the arena.
"I get out here." Randy said.
"What about me?" I asked him.
"The driver will take you. Don't worry about it." he said and shut the door. The limo took me to a large ominous building. I got out and walked in the front door. The building was a large jewelry store. I looked around. John walked up behind me.
"Morning." he whispered in my ear.
"What are we doing here?" I asked him.
"Shopping." he said and took my hand. He led me around the store. The jewelry was so nice and elegant. I hadn't said a word yet. We were looking and in a case, there was a beautiful pink sapphire necklace on a white gold chain. I was looking at it. John had picked out a new watch and chain for his collection. He noticed that I was looking at the necklace. The necklace had a petite ring with it. I moved on and didn't realize that John had gotten it to. We left to get something to eat and go to the arena.