Friends Maybe More
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Author's note: I'm so sorry it took so long to right this. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. I've been extremely busy the past few months getting the final details for my wedding together. The wedding is over now, and I can finally get back to writing a little bit. I still have a bunch of thank you's to do though, so I'm gonna still be a little limited as to how often I can update, but I will try to update at least once a week. Forgive me if I don't. Thanks to all of you who have stuck with me and kept pushing me to finish this story. Sorry again, and hope you enjoy this. I'm sorry if this chapter sucks and is so short.
Chapter 11
Maria sobbed softly to herself. She had been tied up for over an hour, and was starting to lose the feeling in her arms. Their plane had landed about a half hour before in some God forsaken place, and she had been thrown into the back of an awaiting car. Try as she might though, she couldn't undo the ropes. Shane had tied them too tight.
Maria was thrown forward when the car came to a sudden stop. She lay still for a moment, and then heard the car door open, followed by the soft crunch of gravel under Shane's shoes as he came around to the back of the car to release her.
Shane slowly lifted the trunk lid and stared down at his beautiful prisoner. He reached down and softly stroked her cheek. "Baby, we're home now. I'm gonna untie you and help you into the house ok. Don't try anything funny, because you won't get very far." He grinned.
He brushed a few stray tears away from her face, and turned her over to her stomach. He slowly untied her, and pulled her out of the trunk, keeping a firm grip on her upper arms.
Maria looked around at her dimly lit surroundings. It looked like they were out in the middle of nowhere. This is great, she thought to herself. She tried to memorize everything she could before she was shoved into the house. The house didn't look too big or impressive. It was just a simple log cabin with only a few windows.
Shane pushed open the door and escorted her inside. Flipping on the light, they looked at their surroundings. "Home sweet home," he muttered, as he led her to a door past the kitchen.The room that he had led her to was sparsely furnished and dingy. There was a single bed in the corner, a dresser, and a mirror hanging on the wall.
"I hope you like your new accommodations, this is the best I could do on short notice, don't worry though, we won't be here for long just until I can get something more permanent set up. Well, goodnight baby. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." He said as he pulled her to him and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Oh, and before I forget, this might hurt a little bit." And with that he proceeded to rip the tape off of her mouth.
Maria let out a scream up pain and clutched her face. She glared at him, and went and sat on the bed. Putting her back towards him, she refused to look at or speak to him. "Fine be that way bitch, I was just trying to do something nice for you, but whatever." He marched out and slammed the door behind him, locking it in the process.
As the door shut, she finally let all her tears and frustrations out. She was so worried about John. She hoped he was ok, and that he would find her soon. She didn't know how long she could take being Shane's prisoner. Laying down on the bed, she curled up under the threadbare blanket, and cried herself to sleep.
Meanwhile, John and the crew back at RAW were doing everything in their power to try and find out where Shane could've taken her. They had all been working for the past six hours, and didn't want to give up yet. Vince had quietly disappeared from his office some time between 11:00 and 12:30, and they had Torrie and Shawn following him hoping to find out where they were.
John on the other hand, had been scouring the airport for over two hours looking for someone that might have seen them or their plane leave. He was finally able to get a hold of someone to find out their registered flight plan, which would hopefully be of some use. John paced back and forth waiting for the manager to come with the information. He turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Did you find anything?" He asked nervously.
"Mr. Cena, I have found their registered flight plan, the only problem is, they never made it to their destination. The grids showed that their plane completely disappeared after it went over the Canadian border near Niagara Falls. They could be anywhere now, I'm sorry." The manager said.
"What? How can a plane just fucking disappear? That's not possible is it?"
"It's not supposed to be, but from what I understand though, money is not an option to the McMahon's. If they want something to happen, it does. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, but now you can at least try looking in Canada."
"Thanks just the same I guess"
"You're welcome. I wish I could have been of more help. I hope you find your girlfriend soon."
"Thanks again." With that, John turned and walked over to a ticket booth.
"Hi, can I help you sir?" The girl asked.
"Yes you can. Can you book me for the next flight to Niagara Falls please?"
"Sure thing. That'll be $300, you're flight leaves in 20 minutes. Have a good night."
"Here you go, and thanks." John walked down to his gate, and prepared to board the plane, determined more than ever to find his Ria.