Coz In The End It Doesn't Even Matter

Randy-John-Lover: he said that because he just got another shot at his relationship with Lita, which was what he really wanted, Lita's pregnant so he wants to treat her right and make it all up to her. Yeah it is really mean and I don't mean to make him an asshole or anything but he's trying to make it up to his pregnant fiancé and if she found out she would be shocked and she would probably leave him and for this story to work I need them to remain together, but I can say that there will be trials and such for them to overcome. It will be a very bumpy ride. I'll try to make him nicer.
RKO-Wordlife16: Thankyou very much for your review I hope this chapter will satisfy you and other readers until I can get the other chappies finished.
Pictures. So many pictures.

She had put pictures all around the room. Group pictures, pictures of him and her, even pictures of them alone.

She looked at the man in front of her. He almost made her feel physically ill.

He had somehow managed to get into her house. The redhead had distinctly remembered locking the door at 10 p.m.

She wondered how on earth he could have gotten into the house.

2:53 a.m.

"Oh poor little Lita. She has nobody to save her, because her precious boyfriend is off fucking her worst enemy." He said mockingly, a sinister look on his face. "I guess that means that we get to have our own fun." He said, looking her up and down, eyes travelling over her form, a malicious glint forming in his eyes when he saw the disgust on her pretty face.

He stepped forward and slapped her across the face twice. One hard slap to the right cheek and a backhand to the left cheek left the wounded redhead trying to rub her cheeks gently.

She felt the familiar sting in her cheeks as her ice-cold palms gently connected with her still-burning cheeks.

He looked over at all the pictures, stopping when he reached her favourite one.

The picture was of her and John. The picture was taken last Valentine's Day. John was standing behind her, arms possessively wrapped around her waist, loving smile and baby blue eyes twinkling in the most gorgeous way. One of her arms was holding one of the sleeves of his baby blue shirt, blue and purple striped tie, swaying gently behind her hair. Her other arm was down by her side.

"My, my, my…such a pretty picture you take. Pity that-that…disgrace ruined it." He said shaking his head in anger.

"Don't fucking call him a disgrace." She said, in the loudest voice she could muster.

He pushed the picture down off its place on their dresser – frame and all – and made her watch – tearfully nonetheless – as it fell to the floor and shattered to a million pieces.

He eyed the redhead carefully, stopping when he noticed she was wearing a short silk nightgown – red with white roses – and let his eyes travel further down.

Kicking the redhead down much like he had previously and held her hands up – so high above her head that she was feeling pain – and began to tear at the red thin silk spaghetti straps that held the small nightgown up.

The redhead's shoulders shook hard as loud sobs were emitted.

2:58 a.m. and the redhead had been stripped naked – though still crying – and had been thrown rather roughly on the bed. She had immediately curled herself up in a ball and slipped herself under the covers, only to be thrown back on top of them and being punched square in the jaw.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing here?" a voice boomed from the doorway, the redhead silently thanking her lucky stars, letting out a sigh of relief.

John Cena walked through the door, a disgusted look on his face. He looked at the other man and his eyes turned into ice-cold chips of ice as the other man licked his lips lazily at the terrified redhead.

He slipped his jersey over his head, throwing it to the injured redhead, watching her gratefully pull the oversized jersey over her small body.

Punches and kicks were thrown around as the redheaded woman's sobbing subsided as she saw her attacker getting what he deserved.

She gasped loudly as a single punch was landed on his cheek.

It had immediately begun to swell and before she knew it Carlito had been kicked out and John was locking the door of their bedroom.

"I'm sorry Amy, I should never have left you, and especially not when you're all alone. He came in here and he…God." He trailed off looking into hazel eyes.

"Not your fault John…NEVER your fault…you can't blame yourself for what happened." The redhead stated, cupping his cheek in her hand.

"But I should have be-" she cut him off with a kiss. Her hands went to his neck and his slipped around her waist.

She peeled the oversized jersey off and snuggled into his chest, smiling slightly as she did so.

"We shouldn't be doing this now…" he said, getting up from his place on the bed, pulling a pair of pyjamas out of the drawer.

"I get it…" the redheaded woman said, her face a mixture of sadness, anger and shame. "You don't want me anymore, because he-he…he touched me…" she stated, pulling a black tank top and a pair of white gym shorts on.

"Never think that." He said, blue eyes softening at her "I always want you, but with what happened tonight…all those bruises…I might hurt you and I don't want that. " he said, putting his head in his hands, sitting on a corner of their bed.

"John, you could never hurt me. You'll be gentle…you're always gentle with me." She said, making her way over to him.

"How can you say that after all the things that I've said an' done?" he asked, head still resting in his hands.

"Because I trust you, and more than anything I love you with all my heart. I know that you would never put me in any danger." She said honestly.

She made her way towards the corner of the bed that he was occupying.

He placed his hands on her stomach. "Soon our baby's gonna be kickin' an' everythin'" he said, rubbing circles on her stomach gently.

Reaching over and grasping his hands gently, she brought them up to her face and gently kissed his palms. "I love your hands…" she stated, laying gentle kissing across his knuckles.

He let out a sardonic laugh. "Why, coz they remind you that I'm from the wrong side of the tracks?" he asked, too harsh for the redhead.

He pushed her away from him, eyes immediately turning cold, pushing the redhead away from him, watching as the redheaded woman's face held a look of shock and sadness. "No…never." She whispered, turning her face away. "It's because nobody had ever touched me the way that you have. You make me feel things that I never even knew were possible." She said, watching the emotions flutter through his blue eyes.

She stood up, trying to make her way to the door, trying to leave, but a hand grabbing her wrist stopped her.

A hand pulled her by the shoulder, spinning her around to face him.

"Stay…" it was like the magic word the one word she wanted and needed to hear from him.

"I will." She said turning, pulling her top off and pulling his pyjama pants down, letting him kick them off, before pushing him to the bed, looking up into questioning baby blue eyes.

"But why?" he asked, pulling the white shorts down her legs, giving her a soft kiss on the lips before discarding the white shorts on the floor somewhere.

"After everything I finally forgive you – I finally really forgive you – for all you've done." She looked up at his shocked face.

"Y-you knew?" he asked, blue eyes widening in horror.

She nodded her head "but in the end it doesn't even matter…" she said, kissing him softly on the lips. "Coz you saved me and you're with me, and that's all I need because you're always there and in the end that's all that matters." She said, locking her legs around his waist.