DISCLAIMER: I own nothing WWE related in this story, just the OC's used.
CHAPTER ONE
Samantha Parks sat alone in the cemetry, just starring at her mother's headstone. It had been almost two years since her mother's death and she still came to her grave once every week. She just liked to sit and talk to it, like somehow her mother could hear her. Samantha took a deep breath and brought her fingers over to trace the name on the tombstone. Tears started to fill Samantha's eyes as she touched all that was left of her mom. She blinked and the tears slowly slid down her cheeks. She missed her mother so much.
Suddenly, Samantha felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked up to she a pair of tender blue eyes starring back at her.
"Hi." Samantha smiled weakly.
"You okay?" John asked, sitting down next to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Samantha replied, wiping her tears away the best she could.
"You don't look fine." John commented. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Samantha sighed. "I just miss my mom. She was the only one who actually cared about what I wanted. She wouldn't have tried to keep us apart for one thing."
"I know." John said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "But we're still together. We haven't let them split us up."
"We're not together...not properly." Samantha shook her head. "I have to sneak out of my house at night just to come and see you for an hour or so. And you know as well as I do that my dad would kill both of us if he found out. Are we going to do that for the rest of our lives?"
"Don't say that." John said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. "I'll find a way for us to be together properly. I swear to you, I will."
"Thank you." Samantha smiled softly, leaning over to place a light kiss on John's lips, running her hand down the side of his face. "But don't make promises you can't keep, John."
John didn't say a word in response. He just held her tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. He knew in his heart that she was right, and her father would never let them be together properly. But he would still never give up. He loved Samantha and he was going to do everything in his power to be with her.
"Hey!" Samantha jumped as she heard a voice calling from across the graveyard. "What do you think you're doing, Cena! Get away from my little sister!"
John and Samantha leapt to their feet as Andrew, Samantha's older brother, came towards them.
"Damn." Samantha cursed. "What are we going to do?" she asked John.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll handle this." John said, pushing Samantha to his side so she wouldn't get hurt.
"John, please don't start anything." Samantha pleaded. "My family hate you as it is. Don't give them another reason to keep us apart."
John looked down at Samantha and his eyes softened at her pleading facial expression. But before he could reply, he was shoved backwards by Andrew.
"This is your last warning, Cena. Stay the fuck away from my sister, or else." Andrew snarled at John.
"Or else, what?" John said. "Samantha's not a little kid, yah know, she's nineteen. I think she can choose who she wants to hang around with for herself."
"She's MY little sister and I don't want her hanging around with the likes of you." Andrew retorted.
"Would you both stop it." Samantha interupted. "Have you forgotten where we are? This is a graveyard for God's sake."
Andrew grabbed Samantha's wrist and yanked her to him. "Lets go, Samantha. He's not even worth it."
Andrew walked off and dragged Samantha with him. Samantha looked back at John with tears in her eyes. John just smiled weakly at her and mouthed the words, "I'll call you later."
Samantha smiled widely and nodded as she was shoved out of the graveyard gates and into her brother's car.