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In this chapter ... hmm nah just read and find out lol
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From Chapter 10 ...
Phil, I love you! I want to be with you! I don't think I'm to good for you! I've been telling you all along that you're to good to me! John is just my friend, I'm not about to break up with you to go to him! I promise!"
Johns' heart broke into roughly a thousand pieces at that instant.
She loved HIM. That.. the guy who kept hurting her! The one who didn't even love her! Before he knew it, Torrie had taken the situation into her own hands. Steering John through the corridors, Torrie thought of all the times Maria had needed him, and him her. All of the photos of the pair that she had on her phone, doing stupid stuff, just being together. The letters between them, whenever they were apart, plus the constant text messaging and phone calls. She didn't understand it. No matter what, she decided that it wasn't over for them and she'd do what ever it taked to get them together.
Pete, who was walking ahead of the pair, came to a complete standstill. Torrie, lost in thought and dragging John had rammed straight into him." Why have we stopped?" she hissed.
"SSSSSHHH!" Pete replied.
Suddenly, Trish came barrelling around the corner with Maria in tow. Trishs' eyes widened as she realised what she'd done. She didn't know how much John had heard, but judging by the look on his face it wasn't good.
Maria stopped and stared at John, her eyes suddenly bright and hopeful. John stared striaght through her, focusing on a point beyond her, trying to distract himself from the hurt and pain that was eating him up inside. 'Ria..." he choked.They inadvertently took a step toward each other, closing the gap between them. John looked at her bruises, tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. God, even now after what she'd just said and how she looked, she still looked like an angel.
"JC..." she breathed.
And that was when John collapsed.
And now the story contiues ... finally!
The soft click of a nurses shoes reverberated through the hall as they changed over shifts. The air smelt of a dingy antiseptic and coffee, and the couches in the waiting room were full of worried loved ones who had stayed after visiting hours, refusing to go home. It had been a little over a week since John had been admitted to the hospital. Undercover security guards were placed inconspiculously at either end of the hall, and one directly outside Cenas' door.
Pete jumped as a nurse brushed past his arm. He'd been dozing in the chair next to Johns' bed for the last hour or so, taking shifts with Johns' brother Dan, the only one of Johns' family who could afford to take extra time off work to come and visit. Due to RAW being on tonight, and the weekend house shows, Torrie, Trish and the guys had all left Las Vegas on Friday leaving him behind to keep an eye on Cena. Although there was plenty of security around, Pete knew that the others would sleep a little easier if he stayed near John, so here he was. Streching in his seat he nodded at Kalie, the nurse who was checking Johns vital signs. Smiling sympathetically at Pete she moved to leave, before stopping and bending down to speak quietly in his ear.
"He's doing just fine. His vitals are strong, the transfusion was a success and we should be able to release him sometime today." She straightened up and fixed her skirt as she left the room, winking at Pete as she left. Glancing down he noticed she'd dropped a square of paper in his lap. Arching an eyebrow he unfolded it, and rolled his eyes.
I finish work at 6am .. I'll be the one next to the red vette in the carpark ... you know you want too ... Kalie ; )
Snorting in amusement Pete balled it up and tossed it in the direction of the bin. What did she think the gold band on his ring finger meant? God, he was missing Tor right now. He sighed, crossing over to the window where the sun could be seen peering up over the hills. When was this going to end? This situation was really getting out of hand; Vince had now jumped on the bandwagon, Maria had seemingly, and admittedly unknowingly broken Johns' heart and that maniac CM PUNK was running the show. He turned around to look at the Champ and saw his brother Dan standing in the doorway.
Pete smiled wryly at the younger man and motioned for him to come in. "Hey Dan, come on in. John hasn't woken up yet."
Dan moved into the room slowly and took the seat that Pete had recently vacated. "Trust him. Spending all his time asleep while the rest of us are out here worrying about him." His eyes drifted from the I.V plugged into the Champs' arm to the peaceful expression on Johns' pale face. As the nurse had said, the blood tranfusion had been a success, and John was improving constantly. He was a little woozy from the sedatives
he'd been given, and sleeping a lot, but other than that he was fine. Due to his concussion he didn't seem to remember everything that had happened in the previous week, or so he'd said. Every so often, a shadow passed over his face and his eyes became cloudy, but he refused to say what was on his mind. "All this over a girl ..."
"Hey, if you're playing this on Maria, Dan, then that isn't fair. I know you're upset that John is in here, but she didn't do this to him."
Dan's head lifted sharply. "What? No way man! I know I don't know the whole story, but Maria could not be responsible for this! She's the sweetest girl I've ever met ... John brought her home to meet us one time, and after that she was always ringing and coming home with him to stay. She made him the happiest I've ever seen him when he's not in that ring or in the studio. You should see them together. I've got a photo of the two of them washing the SUV they brought; John's lifted Maria up into his arms, and they're looking at each other, foreheads touching, eyes locked. If Dad hadn't said something, they would have kissed for sure ... you can just see the chemistry between them. He gets that look in her eyes when he talks about her. We were all looking forward to the day when he brought her home for real, you know? We were all waiting for the day when he told her how he felt ... I guess that just isn't possible now."
"You're not a big fan of RAW, are you Dan? I'm guessing you missed the show last week." Pete asked with a small smile on his face.
"No ... why?" Dan asked curiously.
"He told her." Dan looked up at Pete in wonder. "On Monday night, in front of millions of people, in the middle of the ring."
"Why now? And if he did, how did it come to this? I'm absolutely certain she feels the same way."
Pete took a deep breath. "Because he was trying to save the girl he loved from herself. Maria's in a dangerous situation with CM PUNK, and John was ..."
Back with our superstars ...
Torrie was walking into catering with Charlie, Chloe yapping at her heels. "So you're staying in a storyline with Shelton?" she asked.
"Looks like it. They have to take the heat off Rob so he can wrestle for the belt at the ECW pay-per-view against ... OOOFF!" Charlie grunted as he bumped into someone. Looking down he spotted Trish who was grinning at him. "Charlie, we've got to stop meeting like this!"
"Hey Trish," Charlie said easily. "Sorry about that."
"It's ok." She shifted her weight to lean back and looked at the pair. "Is it okay if I sit with you guys? I usually sit with Ashley but since she's not here..."
"Hey that's fine Trish," Torrie smiled warmly.
The trio moved to a table and sat down. It was around 8am, and most of the wrestlers were just arriving at the arena. The weekends' house shows had been a success; CM PUNK had come out both nights, much to the chargin of Torrie and the others. And both nights, he'd paraded Maria to the ring, not allowing her to speak, with her hands cuffed and her head down. Vince was loving the whole situation, the fans had taken an instant dislike to Phil and as a result he'd been elevated to the main event on RAW tonight. No one had any idea when John would be back, and they were beginning to get scared; not only for him but for Maria. If you looked closely when she entered the ring you could see the bruises on her arms and her neck. She didn't even try to hide them anymore. She was quickly falling into a pit of depression and no one knew what to do. She wouldn't speak to anyone; or rather Phil didn't allow her too, and slowly she was reverting back to her old self.
"So ..." Trish started, lowering her voice. She wasn't sure if it was wise to bring the subject up in the catering area, but she needed to know. "Have you heard from Pete this morning Torrie?"
"He said that John should be released sometime today ..." Torrie drifted off mid sentence, and Charlie began where she left off.
"But we don't know if that's a good thing with RAW being on tonight. There is a huge chance that he'll try and show up here."
"And if Vince knows hes been released he'll want him here." Trish concluded. She moved in closer in case someone overheard them. "Have you been able to talk to her?" she said softly. The pair shook their heads.
"No one can get close ..."
On the other side of the catering hall Maria sat in a corner, her hair over her face. She hadn't bothered brushing it when she'd stepped out of her locker room. She had been separated from John again this week; she didn't even know if he was there. Wincing at the sharp pain in her wrist, she cried silent tears of anguish. Phil had pulled her out of the SUV this morning, yanking her hand and twisting it all the way to Vinces' office.
Stephanie McMahon had been in there with her father when they arrived, but was quickly dismissed when they entered. Stephanie had seen Maria's face, the bloodshot eyes, the unkempt hair, the bruises. She'd taken in Maria's increasingly thin frame, the petite diva seemed to have shrunk over night. Concerned for the rosters youngest diva Stephanie had looked at her father and demanded "Dad, I want to stay."
Vince had given her a look of disbain and virtually hauled her out the door. What was wrong here? And why was her father endorsing it?
As soon as Maria had left the office Stephanie had pounced. She'd been skulking outside the door, and as soon as Maria exited, Steph took her by the elbow and led her into an empty locker room. "So Maria," Stephanie stood in front of the diva with folded arms, trying to look intimidating. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
Maria stood with slumped shoulders, avoiding her bosses gaze. She shook her head no, still looking at the floor.
"Maria, look at me. Tell me what's going on here."
Maria had defiantly raised her head. For the past week, all Phil had done had ordered her around, and she was getting kind of sick of it. "Stephanie, if you don't mind," she's replied loudly."I'd rather not."
Stephanie took this as a chance to examine the diva up close. One black eye, covered in make up that was smudged by tears. Shoulders, with faded bruises, pale skin with the bones underneath now having clear definition, easily seen by anyone. Stephanie felt badly for her, but being the business woman she was, she didn't let it show.
"For a long time Maria, I was one of the only girls in this business. Not like today, where we have divas, girls who compete and manage wrestlers, interviewers, and female ring announcers. Back then, I was on my own. Now, we have a locker room full of girls, a full roster on both RAW and Smackdown. Girls whose safety I have to ensure in and out of the ring. Obviously Maria, I'm failing you, and I'm sorry. I don't know what my father is doing, but you can be damned sure I'll do my best to put a stop to it!" She stepped toward the interviewer and looked her directly in the eyes. "You are not competing tonight. I don't care what they do instead, but I'm taking you off the roster."
Okay, Stephanie thought, now it's time to try a different tactic She became quiet and spoke slowly, as if speaking to a small child."Now I need you to go to catering. You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but I want you to go and sit, have some juice and eat something. Stay there until I come for you, and then we'll have a talk."
Maria had dutifully followed her into the hall, and wandered down to catering. Now, twenty minutes on, she was still there. Her head was pounding, her heart aching. Gazing around the room she spotted various superstars, but no John. Hunter, Rob, Glen Jacobs and the Spirit Squad, Lisa Marie and Candice ... Torrie and Trish. Maria winced again. Not because of the pain in her hand, but because of how many people she'd hurt. Torrie and Trish, Charlie and Shawn; they'd once been her best friends, her family. Now, she sat alone, because she'd hurt them, and they didn't want her anymore. More tears fell. She finished surveying the room ... still no John. She had heard rumours he'd been in hospital, that he'd needed a blood transfusion, and stories of a broken nose. She didn't know who to believe - Phil said that John was making it all up for attention, John had said in front of millions of people that Phil had done this to him. Who was she supposed to believe? John had never let her down before ... This is crazy she thought, I have to know.
Gingerly, she pushed her chair out and made her way across the room. Ignoring the blatant stares she was receiving, she approached Torrie, Trish and Charlie cautiously and cleared her throat. The trio looked up at her in surprise. "Uh .. hey Maria." Charlie recovered first, knowing that he had to watch what he said. "What can we do for you?"
Maria stood a little straighter, and brushed her hair off her face, shaking. "I ...I know you guys saw, and heard what happened last week. I know nothing I can say will ... " She stopped mid-explanation and blurted out "Is John ok?"
Torrie stood at her place, and put a gentle hand on the divas right arm, a place where she couldn't see any bruises. "Maria, John is in Las Vegas with Pete. He's going to be okay sweetie, you just have to give him some time.You have to remember that what happened wasn't your fault." Maria visibly relaxed, the tension momentarily leaving her face. Until, a voice behind her spoke up.
"Torrie Torrie Torrie." A voice tisked. "You're dumber than I thought. Of course what happened to John was Marias' fault. She virtually signed the hospital admittance papers for him. Didn't you hear?" CM PUNK had arrived just in time to hear Maria ask Torrie if that moron Cena was ok. He'd taken longer than expected in Vinces' office, he'd have to remember not to leave Maria alone in future.
"No," Torrie retorted clearly. "None of this is any of her fault. The only thing that girl has done wrong is listen to the bullshit that keeps spewing out of your mouth!" By this time a large crowd of Superstars had appeared and were watching this display, pretending to hide behind their cups of coffee and their newspapers.
"Bullshit coming from my mouth? This, from a grown woman who carries around a little dog everywhere and wears pink! Please, people," CM PUNK called, "You're looking at the poster girl for stupidity. Torrie Wilson here, believes that everything coming out of my mouth is bullshit!"
"Well if this is an example," Charlie said, getting to his feet. "I'd have to agree with her."
"Me too, said Trish. "How's about you sit down, have some coffee, and shut up."
By the time Charlie had risen to his feet, Maria was gone. Everyone had been so caught up in this little fiasco that nobody had noticed, least of all CM PUNK. The argument continued in catering as Shane McMahon hurried down the halls. Hearing raised voices, he entered the room to find the majority of the roster watching the developments. Seeing the arrival of the boss, they turned away quickly. However, Trish, Charlie and Torrie were still on their feet, and CM PUNK was preparing to beat a hasty retreat.
Strolling up to the group Shane said harshly, "Does there seem to be a problem here?" Damn John Cena and his little posse, they were pissing him off. "Well?" he continued, looking at the four stars in turn."Good. Phil, my office, now!" Phil left them with a parting glare as he hurried after Shane, who nearly bowled over Shawn in the doorway.
Seeing the trio standing and shaking their heads Shawn rushed over."Aww what'd I miss?"
"I'm not really sure," Torrie mused."But I wish I'd had a video camera."
"Guys," asked Charlie slowly, "Where's Maria?" And as soon as she'd appeared she was gone again.
Las Vegas ...
John awoke to voices talking above him. Judging by the slim number of visitors he'd had this week, he figured that Pete and Dan were still there. "Guysssss," he groaned."I'm still here, stop talking about me like I'm not."
Opening an eye he saw Pete to his right and Dan on his left. "See," Dan pointed out to the Pete, "It's always me, me, me with him." The two guys shared a laugh as John struggled to sit up.
"What time is it?" he muttered, eyes closed again.
"It's 3.30pm," Pete replied calmly." It's Monday."
"Woahhhhhhhh Monday!"exclaimed the Champ."I gotta got to RAW!"
"No way big brother," Dan said, pushing John back onto the matress. "You can go home today, but no RAW. No wrestling man, that concussion was nasty."
"I've wrestled injured before," John protested valiently.
"Not a chance." affirmed Pete." Your brains are scrambled enough as it is," he pointed out, thinking it was time to change the subject. "Since you slept in AGAIN, and we've had virtually no sleep, we're heading for some coffee and some food. Can we grab you something?"
"Not hungry," the Champ responded. "I'll eat later."
"You said that yesterday, and the day before." Dan said. "I'm getting you something, and you're eating it.You have to look after yourslef John."
Too mentally exhausted to disagree, John laid back and closed his eyes. He felt so totally helpless in here, he knew there was something the guys weren't telling him. He'd pretended to be asleep this morning and heard their conversation aboout Phil and Maria. But why wouldn't Maria come? He'd heard all about what he'd said in the ring, what Maria had said, what Phil had done. Slowly, it had all come back to him and now he more anxious than ever to go home and get back on the road. There was something else, he knew it. But what?
The arena ..
"Okay, I've checked her locker room, her phone is still there, her purse, her bags everything. The SUV is still in the lot." Torrie said.
Trish and Shawn looked at each other. "We found nothing. We've looked everywhere, in every room."
"She didn't head outside," Charlie said, heading towards the group."She finally comes to us for help and now look, she's gone again."
Hunter barely heard their conversation as he rumbled past." Have you guys seen Stephanie?"
They all shook their heads. "Not since we arrived. Have you seen Maria?" Trish asked.
"No,"Hunter said thoughtfully."Only this morning during that display in catering. I think I know what's going on here. Who has a cell phone?"
Las Vegas Nevada ...
John was still waiting for Dan and Pete to return. His eyes were threatening to close again and he was just about to give into sleep when he heard a female voice enter his room.
"Now I don't know what went wrong between you two, but I do know that currently, regardless of whatever happened, you're safer here then anywhere else." Was that Stephanie? he thought drowsily. Who was she talking to? The nasal voice continued.
'John would put his life on the line for you, and if you won't talk to me, or Torrie or any of your other friends, surely you will talk to him, even if he is asleep."
The voice became softer."I know what it's like to love someone so much it hurts, and I know how lost you can feel when you lose that, that one lifeline who would do anything, go anywhere for you, and understands you more than you can understand yourself. I'm going to be just outside the door. Sit and talk." It wasn't a request, it was virtually an order. John heard the rustle of clothing as a figure sat down in the chair closest to the bed, and Stephanie exited, closing the door behind her.
The young woman in the chair looked over his still form, and instantly began to cry, loud harsh sobs. She gently grasped Johns' hand and collapsed half on the bed, her head near Johns arm. "J.C, what have I done?"
J.C? Why did that sound familiar? He knew that voice, he knew her smell. Tentatively, he gently lifted her head to rest on his chest. She never noticed, not even when he began rubbing her back, trying to sooth her.
He slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the broken form before him, as it all came rushing back. The fight, the beating, what had been said."Oh baby girl, my Ria."
I'm way too nice .. no cliffhanger, nothing ... I'll try and update before the weekend is out ... I'll try lol
thanks for reading guys! And yes, Maria as a sniveling diva all the time is starting to annoy me too – i'm thinking this story will hit the end soon – let me know what you think i should do
