A/N: So here I go! I finally found some inspiration for this story! I'm going to give you a warning, it's going to take me a chapter or two to get back into the groove with this story, I gotta get used to the characters again! Enjoy, and review! For some clarification on ages:

Cena Family;

Sydney is 23, Shawn is 20 soon to be 21, Josh and Winsor are both 18, Mary is 16, Mike is 12, Ashley is 39, and John is 43.

Orton Family; Randy is 42, Stacy is 40 and 3 quarters, Ben (adopted son, blood brother to Melanie) is 21, Leah (adopted daughter) is 19, Jason is 18, Melanie (adopted daughter) is 17 soon to be 18.

Other characters;

Rene Dupree is 37, Chad (Mary's current boyfriend) is 17 and I think that's about it for now.

Sorry, I just had to clarify that. It's been a while since I worked with these characters. Wish me luck, and here goes nothing!

Confrontations Galore

Sydney's POV:

It is so nice when Rene is here with me. I miss him so much when he's on the road.

"Babe, where's all the food?" Rene asked, as he dug through my cupboards.

"Uh, I haven't had time to go shopping. We'll have to go tomorrow." I replied.

"Ok. Whatever you say." Rene responded.

"So, how was it on the road this time?" I asked him.

"It was fine. I can't seem to get my mind off of you though, and that poses as a problem while I'm in the middle of a match." Rene answered, as he sat down next to me on the couch. I cuddled up close to him, and fully relaxed once he had an arm wrapped around me.

"You've lost more weight. Babe, you are way too skinny. You haven't been eating again, have you?" Rene asked me, a concerned look on his face.

I looked away from him, and stared blankly at the wall.

"I'll take that as a no. Syd, you are beautiful the way you are. You are skinny enough to be a dancer. This is starting to get out of hand."

"Rene, relax. I'm in control of everything, including my weight. You wouldn't understand. I have a really good shot of getting into the next production, and I wouldn't just be in the corps, it would be a secondary character. I can't blow that by gaining any weight. Not now, not when I'm so close." I told him.

"Wow, you have a shot at it? That's great babe. I'm proud of you either way, but you can keep your weight down in healthier ways. Starving yourself won't help you, not when you're dancing. What have you eaten in the past two days?"

"Hmm, I think that yesterday I had water, and a salad with no dressing. I split that salad in half and ate the other part today." I confessed.

"That's not enough. You need more than that for energy." Rene scolded.

"I know, I know. Enough of this already." I sighed, as I got up off the couch and walked over to the window. I peered down at the traffic that was blocked up below my apartment. Rene got up and walked over to me and encircled his arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry. I only bring it up because I love you and worry about you." Rene quietly said as he rested his chin atop my head.

"Yea, I know. I guess I should be grateful, most girls' boyfriends tell them that they are too fat." I replied.

"And I say those guys are fools." Rene stated. He picked slung me over his shoulder, and then started his way back to our bedroom. A giggle escaped my lips as he carefully set me down on the bed and captured my lips in a kiss.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too Syd." Rene answered before he began ravishing my mouth again.

Winsor's POV:

This car ride was going to drive me insane…I couldn't smoke, I couldn't stand the music that Jason was forcing me to listen to, and I was going to go insane.

"You're quiet." Jason commented.

"I need a cigarette. Can we please pull over for a minute?" I asked, almost ready to beg.

Jason sighed, and then pulled off the road and into an empty parking lot.

"Go ahead, go smoke your cigarette. I swear I can see your hands twitching." He blankly stated.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed as I jumped out of the car and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. Yea, I'm not even going to deny it, I am addicted to the cancer sticks. Oh well, I guess I could be addicted to worse.

"Winsor, come on." Jason hollered from inside the car.

"Just let me get through half of this, and then I'll be set till we get there." I yelled back. This boy was going to drive me insane. I inhaled my last puff, and then put out the cigarette and stored it away in the box. It was only half gone, and hell yea I was going to finish it later.

"Took you long enough." Jason scoffed.

"Ya know what, just leave it alone Orton." I replied.

"Fine, I will. I only bug you about the smoking because I care about you."

"Uh huh, you care about me. I'm so sure. Just get back to driving." I smartly remarked. Jason didn't reply, he just abruptly pulled off the road and turned the car off.

"What the hell? Why did you pull off the road?" I shouted.

"Just shut up and listen to me Winsor. I do care about you. I always have. We used to be like best friends, and I wish that we still were." Jason said, as he looked straight at me.

"Well we aren't and will never go back to being 'best friends.' We grew up, we're different now than we were back when we were kids. Get over it." I said, as I stared straight back.

"What the hell happened to you? Winsor, you used to be the sweetest girl alive. Everyone loved you, I don't know, you just had this wonderful vibe about you. Ever since 9th almost 10th grade you've been so different. You've had an easy life, we've all had an easy life. You can't honestly tell me that you changed because of your life." Jason said, with a fire in his eyes.

"You have no idea about my life. You may think you do, but you don't. Just fucking drop it already Jason." I replied through clenched teeth.

"I know a lot about your life. I know that you're first kiss was with me, back in 6th grade. I know that you broke your arm in 4th grade when you, Josh, Ben, Mel, and me were playing at our tree fort. I know that in 8th grade you made the honor roll for the whole year. I know that in 9th grade you broke my heart when you started dating that guy, Adam, who was in the 11th grade. I also know that you gave it up to him a few weeks before your 15th birthday." Jason said in a raised voice.

"Jason, just stop it. I don't need a replay of my life through your eyes. There is no need to bring up Adam in this discussion." I replied, as I looked out the window.

"No, I think we need to bring up Adam. After your 5-month relationship with him, after you had sex with him, everything changed with you. You weren't ready for that step yet were you?" Jason continued, in a quieter voice.

"And what if I wasn't?" I commented, as I began to chew on my nails.

"Winsor, what are you saying?" Jason asked, I could feel his eyes on the back of my head.

"I'm saying that I wasn't ready for that step. Adam was though. That's how it goes." I answered.

Jason was silent, and then I heard him take a deep breath.

"If you weren't ready, but he was,and you guys...than that means that…" Jason trailed off. "That means that he…"

"That means that he raped me. You happy now Jason? Adam Mason RAPED ME." I shouted. I unbuckled my seat belt and bolted out of the car. I could barely see where I was running too; the tears were pouring out of my eyes and blurring my vision. I tripped over something and fell down in the ditch I had been running in. I hugged my knees to my chest, and just let the tears stream down my face. I had spent the last three and a half years of my life doing anything possible to forget that night, and Jason Orton had just made me remember it all over again.

Jason's POV:

I was still in shock over what Winsor had just told me. Josh had only told me that he had walked in on Winsor and Adam, and that she was a slut. He didn't even know the truth I bet. He had been the ones who had started all the rumors about Winsor…why? He couldn't have known what really had happened, other wise he wouldn't have caused all the problems that he had. Josh might've been an asshole, but there is no way he was that cruel.

I got out of the car, and ran to wear Winsor had fallen on the ground. I could hear her sniffling, and saw her hugging her knees, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Wins, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I brought it up…I'm sorry I didn't know" I softly said as I hugged her in my arms.

"You wanted to know why I changed so much, there's the answer. All I've been doing since that night has been trying to forget everything. Nothing works, not the drugs, the alcohol, nothing." Winsor sniffled.

"Does anyone else know about this?" I asked her.

"Josh does. He walked in on it, and just kind of went into shock and then walked out. I tried telling him what really happened, but he just freaked out, called me a dirty whore, and then started all the rumors. Only one other friend knows, but she's too cracked out to remember anything important. Jason, no one can ever know about this. Promise me that you'll never say a word." Winsor told me.

"I promise. I won't tell anyone else. It's just between us." I answered. I kept her wrapped up tight in my arms as I maneuvered us to our feet and started walking us back towards the car.

"Jason, I don't really feel like going to the concert anymore." Winsor softly said.

"That's good, because I don't either. Let's just go for a drive." I answered.

"Alright." Winsor replied. The tears were still running down her face, and her eyes were puffy and red. I started up the car and just started driving, no destination in mind.

A/N: So the real reason behind Winsor's change! Please Please Please review and let me know what y'all think! I finally updated…GO ME! Have a Merry Christmas everyone!