Author's Note: Thanks to everyone for the reviews. They're greatly appreciated. And to clear up a couple of things...yes, Samantha's father has always been abusive towards her (you find out more about this topic later in the story, so I don't wanna give to much away). And her family don't like John because they think he's too old for her and that he's just a no good street thug...I should have wrote that part in the summary...whoopsie! lol. Anywho, glad you're all enjoying...on with the story...

CHAPTER FOUR

Samantha took a deep breath and tied her apron up tightly around her slender waist. She turned away from where John was sitting and picked up a tray. She walked around the empty tables picking up the empty cups and glasses, not once looking in John's direction...but she could feel his eyes burning into her back. She hated just ignoring him like he wasn't even there, but almost everyone that came into the cafe knew her, therefore also knew her father. She couldn't take the risk of her dad hearing that she was seen with John at the cafe. He'd hit the roof if he did.

Samantha walked back over to the counter and placed the tray down, removing the items from it and placing them on the counter top. She glanced quickly around the room, her eyes briefly landing on John, but only for a second. He was still watching her. She sighed deeply. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to talk to him. She ripped a piece of paper from her notepad and grabbed a pen from the side. On it she wrote: "MEET ME AROUND THE BACK" before folding it up and grabbing her tray again. She went around a few tables before she reached John's. She took his empty coffee cup and placed it on her tray. She then took the note she had writen and laid it on the table in front of him before turning and walking towards the counter again. She saw him opening the note and reading it. He looked up at her and she nodded slightly before turning away again.

"Hey, Jen, I'm gonna take a quick break, okay?" Samantha called to Jenny, who was stood behind the counter.

"Sure, no problem." Jenny replied. Samantha smiled at her best friend and walked through to the back of the cafe.

She hurried through the back door and into the cold winter air. She sighed deeply and leaned back against the wall. She closed her eyes and just listened to the silence that surrounded her. It was so peaceful and calm. It almost made her forget why she was out there in the first place.

"Hey." a soft voice said to her.

Samantha's eyes shot open and immediately landed on John, who was standing in front of her.

"Hi." Samantha said in a tone just above a whisper.

"You okay?" John asked.

"No, not really." Samantha shook her head, tears forming, making her green eyes sparkle slightly.

"What's up?"

"I...I..." Samantha tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

"Sam, it's okay. You can tell me." John said as he reached out for her.

Samantha shook her head and moved out of his reach, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "John...I...I'm sorry." she managed to choke out.

"For what?" John asked Samantha softly, moving a little closer to her.

She looked up and saw his blue eyes filled with concern and she couldn't stop the rest of her tears flowing.

"I...I can't see you anymore, John." she sobbed.

John just frowned in confusion. "W...why not?" he questionned. "Was it something I did?"

"No. No, John it's not you at all." Samantha assured him. "My dad..."

"You're dad? To hell with your dad!" John interupted her. "This has nothing to do with him. It's about me and you."

"John, you don't understand..." Samantha said.

"Tell him that you don't give a fuck what he thinks." John said. "'Cause I sure as hell don't."

"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one that he's going to..." she suddenly cut herself off.

"I'm not the one he's going to what?" John asked in confusion.

"Nothing." Samantha said quickly. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters." John insisted. "What's he gonna do to you, Sam?"

"Nothing."

"Is he hurting you?" John asked. "'Cause if he is, I'll..."

"No, John, he's not doing anything to me." Samantha insisted. She was kicking herself for saying that now. She knew that if John knew the truth, he would go over, shouting the odds at her father, which would only result in him giving her the worst beating of her life for telling outsiders their family business...especially John Cena of all people. "That's not even the point. The point is that we can't be together anymore."

"But...I love you." John said gently.

"Don't John." Samantha said, closing her eyes, not wanting to see his hurt.

"Please...please, don't do this, Sam." John practically begged.

"I'm sorry, John." she said, more tears falling as she opened her eyes to look at him again. "It just isn't going to work."

"I'll make it work." John said, grabbing her hand in his. He brought her in close to him and kissed her lips softly. "I'll find a way, I promise."

Samantha ran her fingertips down the side of his face and leaned closer to him, brushing her lips against his in a light kiss. "I'm so sorry, John." she whispered, pulling out of his grasp. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry."

With that, she turned away and walked back into the cafe. She closed the door and leaned back against it, letting even more tears fall from her eyes as she shut them tightly. She heard John calling after her, "No, I'm not going to let you go like this! This isn't over, Sam! I'm not going to let you do this to us!"

Samantha just brought her hands up and held them over her ears trying to block John's voice out as she continued to sob. Looked like her father had successfully found yet another way to make her miserable. But she knew John, and she knew that he wouldn't go down without a fight.