A/N: I have no excuse as to why this chapter has taken so long to be updated. Sorry. Hopefully you readers are still enjoying the story.
Chapter Six.
"You no for good nothing daughter. You run off without saying a damn word to me, how am I supposed to know you weren't dead in some room? I can't believe you would go without at least telling me or someone else! I worry about you, Jocelyn. Can't you see that? I worry about you all the time because of Tammy's death; you were so alive and beautiful back then. And now! Now, it's hard for me to look after you because of how you are. You're unstable in the head. I must admit you've been better since you've been at work with me but then you pull this kind of stunt and leave? You leave with a group of people that you barely know. You met them at a club, Jocelyn. I know they work here with me, I know that. But still, I don't know what to do with you now. It's like I can barely trust you now. And I hate myself for not trusting you, you are my stepdaughter and I love you. But you are going to far. I want you to see someone professional again. I want you to talk to them about your problems, strictly confidential. I want the best for you and if you are going to act like this then I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do?" Paul breathed deeply after his large tirade on Jocelyn.
She sat there on the couch, her mouth opened before she spoke. "You think it's all about how you fucking feel? I lost my mother, I lost my friends back home and I lost my friends that I made here, all because you can't handle that I am now an adult and capable of doing what I want when I want. I was gone for a few hours! It's not like I left the country and gone around the world for months at a time. I was at the park with three adults like me! Shocking huh? I wasn't drunk nor was I on drugs. I was clean. Simple and clean and being myself with people I consider friends. And you pull me away from them, threaten them and come back here and yell at me? Fuck you. Stay out of my life."
Jocelyn stood up and glared hatefully at her stepfather. Picking up her backpack and duffel bag, she stormed out of the hotel room, slamming the door roughly behind her. Her breathing short, just like her temper.
Jocelyn sat on her bed her long legs tucked underneath her, in her separate hotel room. A cigarette lodged in between her index and middle finger, a TV guide in front of her. She scanned the booklet for a movie, any movie. A knock on the door disrupted her reading and she placed the cigarette in a cup, since it was a no smoking suite and there was no ashtray, she made do with a cup. Stretching her legs, she stumbled to the door and opened it.
"Hi." John smiled.
"Hey. Why are you here?"
"To see if you're okay and not beating yourself up and that the whole floor heard you and Paul screaming at each other. You are one brave 19 year old."
Jocelyn smiled and opened the door wider for John.
"Don't mind if I do." He walked in and jumped on the bed, kicking his shoes off and smirking up at her.
Jocelyn rolled her eyes upwards and closed the door. Moving towards him, she picked up the cup and fetched the cigarette.
"You smoke?" John asked, eyebrows wide.
"I do a lot things."
"Want to be more specific?"
"Not right now… it isn't exactly the best life story of all the shit I get up to and I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear it."
"Suit yourself, I have ears if you want to speak into one someday."
"Nah, you're too popular and busy to hear troubles of a suicidal girl."
Jocelyn snapped her mouth shut and looked in the cup, interested in the contents.
The WWE Champion sat up and looked at her. "You aren't kidding. Jocelyn, I believe I am no longer popular or busy to hear your troubles. Talk."
"Maybe another time. I shouldn't have said that. Especially to someone like you."
"Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you're going to go out and do all these things to help me or share it with the world that I am some drugged up, suicidal girl who can't be alone for 24 hours without someone banging on the door or shaking my shoulder to see if I'm okay. I know I'm not okay; I'm the least perfect person in the world. I don't know why you John Cena would even try to befriend me, it's crazy, it's stupid and ugh."
"Wow. You're more fucked up then I thought." John muttered.
She looked over to him and smiled somewhat. "One good thing about you, you're honest."
"Damn straight but hey, I'm here if you need to talk, or bitch at or whatever, keep that in your crazy mind for a bit."
"I'll try my best, it's going to be hard with all the drugs I have to keep up with nowadays." She joked.
"Funny."
"Eh." Jocelyn shrugged and sighed.
"I should go, hit me up if you want someone to do. I mean something to do." He winked and slipped off the bed, pushing his feet in his shoes he glanced once more at Jocelyn and smiled warmly at her.
"Keep dreaming."
"Babe, you damn well know I am hot. So hot I burrrrn." Rolling the R's, he laughed.
"I'm on fire, keep talking like that and I'm going to melt at your feet. Get out."
"Ouch, straight to the point. I like my girls like that."
"I am not your girl, get out before I do something."
"Am I gonna like it?"
"Shut up."
"Say that again."
"Asshole."
"Alright, alright. I know I'm not wanted. See you later."
He grinned and closed the door behind him, leaving Jocelyn alone and in silence.
She smiled and relaxed on the bed, secretly glad, that over everything she just said to him and what Paul said to him earlier in the morning that he is still willing to stick by her. Hopefully Adam and Amy will agree.
"I don't know why I called you. I just thought that since you know what she is like you might have some sort of idea of what I can do to help her."
"Hey, it's alright. Don't worry about it. Yellin' at her wasn't exactly the best way to deal with it though. But hell if I know, she ain't my kid."
"I know. You should have heard what she said though, I'm used to it."
"No one should be used to havin' someone sayin' that to them. She needs discipline Paul. A shit load of it."
"Yeah? No shit."
"Look. I have an idea, and I'm probably goin' to hate myself for it. I'm due for a few weeks leave. Drop her off at my house an' I'll put her to work."
"I don't know Mark."
"Trust me, if you want her to be a good kid, send her to my ranch and I'll sort her out. Give her a different environment or somethin'."
"She hates you."
"Thanks for pointin' that out, I'm aware of it. I don't exactly love her either. Give it a go, if things don't work out put her in the funny farm."
"Okay," pause. "Thanks for offering, I'll attempt to tell her soon and I'll give you a call."
"Your welcome. I'll catch you later."
Mark clicked the end button and ran a hand through his auburn hair and swore. Not believing that he just offered to Paul to have Jocelyn at his house.
What the hell is he in for?
Sorry this chapter was sort of short in length, but yeah. lol. Stay in tune for the next chapters and we shall see what happens next in the life of Jocelyn, Paul, Mark and crew.
