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Iris POV

Everyone was in the house. I thought I had a big house, but seeing everyone in it made it seem small.

By the time the night ended I had 11 people in my house other than the three of us who had already been there.

Chris & Stacy, Trish, Cena, Show, Carlito, Jericho, Victoria, Glen, Davari, and Benoit were in the guest bedrooms or couches that filled the house.

Paul had at least 14 people in his house. I was glad that he had the bigger house because I felt uncomfortable having the extra 10 in mine.

Vince and Linda had Mick, Terry (Hogan), Kevin (Nash), Steve, and Jillian at their house.

Shane had Christy, Rey, and Chavo at his house.

We had a few people in the different hotels in town. I could not believe that many of the wrestlers had shown up. I expect maybe 30 to come, but not everyone.

I was laying in bed and could not sleep. Dave was not happy because Randy was on the fold out couch in my room. He had given his room up for Chris and Stacy.

It was close to 2 am and I could not sleep. I got up and walked into the kitchen. I was sitting on the counter just thinking. I was sitting there when someone came into the kitchen. It was John. I really didn't want to see him, but I was determined to save face and try to at least be friends.

"Hey." he said. I smiled at him.

"Are you ok?" he asked me.

"I guess, you?" he asked.

"I am here. I wish this hadn't happened to you. I am still not over my Dad." he said.

"How's your mom?" I asked him.

"She is actually happier; I think they were getting a divorce. She misses him, but not the way he treated her." he said. I nodded.

She must have told them.

We just sat there in silence. I jumped down and proceeded to walk by him.

"Wait." he said and grabbed my wrist.

"Let me go, John." I said. I was not in the mood.

"I wanted to talk and I know your not tired." he said. I sighed. He was right.

"What?" I asked him.

"I just want to know why we can't try again." he said.

"Honestly, I don't trust you or find you attractive anymore. I think of you as a friend and that is all." I told him. He tightened the grip on my wrist.

"Why?" he asked me.

"John, you cheated on me. I can't do it." I told him. He pushed me against the counters and stood in front of my. I really didn't like my situation, but I didn't want to wake everyone up.

"Let me go." I said.

"No. I want to talk about this!" he said a little louder.

"Please shut up!" People are sleeping." I told him. He looked around and pulled me into the laundry room. I know thought about screaming.

"John, let me go." I said.

"I am going to tell you how I feel." he said.

"Fine, what?" I asked him.

"I am sorry. Iris, I can't go on knowing I can't have you. I love you. I know that I messed up, but you are not giving me another chance!" he said.

"I gave you plenty of chances!" I said to him. He pulled me up to him with my hands behind me.

"No, you didn't." he said.

"Let me go!" I said.

"Not until you give me another chance." he said and looked at me. I was growing a little scared.

"I can't!" I said. He let go of my wrist. They hurt so bad. I began to walk by him to leave. He grabbed me and turned me towards him.

"Let go!" I said to him. He got angry. He shoved me into the washing machine. I just stood there stunned.

"Think about it. I will talk to you again." he said and walked out. I waited a minute and then walked out. I was in shock that he did that and would not give up.

I went straight to my room and into the bathroom. I looked at my back. A bruise was beginning to form where I had hit the washing machine. I heard someone move. I quickly turned out the light and laid down.

"I love you." Dave whispered and wrapped his arm around me.

"Love you, too." I said.

I eventually fell asleep, but it wasn't easy. My back was beginning to hurt and my wrist were swollen from his grip. I didn't want the morning to come. The morning meant light, which meant Dave could see it.