Warning: This chapter contains violence.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

John looked down at Samantha's sleeping form in his bed. He knelt down by the edge of the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck to make sure she kept warm while he was gone. He ran his fingers through her soft, black hair and smiled as she sighed and shifted in her sleep.

"What I'm about to do, I'm doing because I love you so much." he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear him. He leaned in and kissed her forehead lightly before rising to his feet and walking out of the bedroom as quietly as he could. He pulled the bedroom door to a jar and hurried out of the house and into his car.

About a half an hour later, John pulled up outside Samantha's father's house. He shut his car engine off and just sat there for a little while. He just starred, almost in a trance, at the front door of the small house, the rage just building and building inside him. A part of him felt awful for being there, because he knew he was breaking a promise to Samantha. But when he thought of all those years that David was hurting Samantha, treating her like dirt, his anger just seemed to take over. He knew she wasn't going to approve but he had to do what he had to do. John unclipped his seatbelt and took a deep breath before opening the drivers seat door and stepping outside. He walked up to the front door and stood there for a minute. He reached his hand up and calmly knocked on the door in front of him. After a few moments, the front door opened and John came face to face with David Parks. John narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth together, trying to hold onto his self-control and not punch Samantha's father right there and then.

"What the fk do you want, Cena?" David growled at John, leaning against the door frame.

John glanced past him and into the house before looking back at David. "Where's Chrissy?" he asked.

"What's it to you?" David questionned. "Tired of Samantha already, are you? Thought you'd move onto Chrissy? Trying to complete the set?"

John's icy blue eyes just starred at David. "Where is she?" he demanded.

David sensed John's hostility and sighed, "That traitor of a son, Andrew, took her."

"Good." John said, his voice holding no real emotion. "Then you won't mind if I come in." he said, shoving David backwards and walking into the house, closing the front door behind him.

"What the fk do you think you're doing, Cena!" David yelled. "You can't just come into my house whenever the hell the feel like it. I should call the cops on you."

"I think it's me who should be calling the cops, don't you?" John said in a low voice.

"What are you on about?" David asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Give it up." John said. "I know what you've been doing to Sam, she told me herself. And I'm here to tell you to stay the fk away from her, or you'll have me to deal with."

"Oh I'm so scared." David smirked sarcastically. "If that's all, would you get off my property now?"

"I dunno how you sleep at night, I really don't." John said. "How you can treat your own flesh and blood like that. She's your fing daughter."

"Yeah, don't I know it." David said. "She's always been trouble, even when her mother was alive. She always had to be the center of attention when it came to Amanda. And Amanda gave her all the attention she wanted, even if it meant shutting others out."

John stopped for a moment. "That's it, ain't it?" he asked. "That's why you hate Sam so much, 'cause her mother gave her more attention than you? Have you ever thought why your own wife shut you out? Maybe it's 'cause she knew what kinda man you really are."

"Spare me the psychology lesson, Cena." David snickered. "She's put you up to this, hasn't she?"

"This has nothing to do with Sam." John insisted. "You just leave her out of this."

"She's staying with you, isn't she?" David snorted. "What am I thinking, of course she is." He took a step closer to John and inhaled deeply. "I can still smell her on you. You might wanna think about taking a shower next time, Johnny boy, who knows where that girls been." David laughed.

"Shut up!" John snarled at him.

"She's always been the same, that one has." David laughed. "I bet she gave you the full 'I'm an innocent little virgin' act, didn't she? Reality is, she's nothing more than a common whore."

John shook with anger, his eyes wide and full of hate. He clenched his hands into fists and before he knew it, John had punched David square in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. David placed his hand to his nose and when he looked at his fingertips, they were covered in his blood. John reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him to his feet and smashing him against a nearby wall.

"Now you listen to me." John growled. "If you ever lay one hand on Samantha ever again, I swear to God, I'll kill yah. You ever go anywhere near her again and I'll make you sorry. Stay the fk out of her life, do you understand me?"

David nodded his head, his eyes wide and fearful. Nobody had ever fought back against him before.

"I didn't hear that." John stated, wrapping his hand around David's throat and squeezing it tightly. "Do you understand?"

"Y--yes." David choked out, fighting for his breath.

"Good." John said. He let David go only to punch him to the ground again. He moved to stand over Samantha's fallen father. David scurried backwards a little as he looked up at John. "Consider this your warning." John snarled down. He smirked slightly, before pulling his foot back and delivering one final shot to David, right in the ribs, making David groan in pain. "What goes around, comes around, David." John grinned as he turned and headed for the door. He pulled the door open and walked out of it, slamming it behind him, without even glancing back.

John climbed into his car and leaned his head back against his seat. He smiled in satisfaction as he started his engine up and tore off down the street. Even though John was pleased with himself for finally showing that man what's what, he couldn't help but wonder what Samantha would make of this if she were to find out. Could he keep it from her?

That's chapter eleven finished up. Hope ya liked reading that one...I sure enjoyed writing it! lol. R&R peeps!