Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 2: Airports.
A/N: I can't believe I actually have to re-do this chapter again. Thanks to whoever hacked my account. You're really nice. I tried my best to remember the Chapter, I may have tweaked a couple of things, like the way they meet and stuff, nothing too big.
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I can't believe she is doing this to me. This thirty-year-old is driving me insane. I have done nothing to deserve what she is doing to me. Then again, losing her job was not something she deserved either. You see, my mother, Gianna, has decided to send me to live with my 'Long Lost Father'. The man I haven't seen since the mere age of three. Yes, that was such a long time ago. I'm surprised he accepted the offer of taking custody of me. My mom said it this would be the best thing for me. I don't think that at all. I can see where she is coming from though. Right now, my mother can't afford to take care of me. Although, I gave her the option of staying with my Aunt Lanie, she decided that it was time for me to live with my 'father'. She told me that once she can take care of me, I'll be back with her. However, she also claims I'm going to love the way my father lives. She said I might not want to come back home once I live with my dad for a while. I highly doubt her theory.
I should probably introduce myself. I am Hayden Michelle Moore Cena. Yes, it's a long name. I usually go by Hayden Moore. My mother told me it would be better that way, because she didn't want people knowing my father's last name. I'm a simple thirteen-year-old. I consider myself mature for my age, although, my height makes me look a bit younger. My mother told me I look like my father. She states my big topaz eyes, and my dimples are what reminds her of him. I guess I could thank my 'father' for the color of my eyes. Other than that, there is nothing else to thank him for. He has done nothing for me in the past ten years.
Here I was, a tabloid magazine laying on my lap, and a propel bottle juggling in my hands. Alongside of me was my mother, crying like a depressed baby. I could not cry, although it was sad that I would no longer live with my mother. I would miss her terribly, along with my family and fiends down here in West Newbury. But, there was nothing I could do about that. My grandmother reassured me everything would go just fine. She told me my father was a great man, even though he did make a big mistake.
"Mom, please stop crying," I yawned, placing the bottle in between my legs, "It's making me feel bad."
She shook her head, taking another tissue from the large box on her lap, "It's just..."
"Sad? I know Mom," I always had to be the strong one, "But, we'll see each other on occasions. It's not like I'm never going to see you again. And, I'll call you everyday if you'd like...send letters, e-mails.."
"It's not that Hayden," she cried, "I don't have my daughter with me twenty-four seven. I can't come home and be with you. It's going to be so quiet in the house without you."
I understood where she was coming from. After all, my mother and I were always the party animals. Well, when we would have our own little parties at home. My mother and I are very close. She's like my best friend, I can tell her everything. Yeah, she usually yells at me, and grounds me, but I can never stay upset with her. She's always been by my side. When I was sick, she'd be there. When I broke my arm, she was there. Our mother/daughter relationship was amazing.
"Please don't make me go," I suddenly said, "I can't live with him. He doesn't even know me."
"Then give him the opportunity to get to know you. Honey, I know this is going to be hard for you."
"More than hard mom, I don't like him."
"You don't know him."
"Because he left us when I was three. What kind of father is that?"
I still held that grudge.
My mother shut her eyes for a brief second, and squeezed the top of her nose with her two fingers.
"He really wants to make it up to you," she opened her eyes again, "Give him a chance."
As I was about to come out with another opposing comment, the echo of the Flight Women went through the mid-full terminal.
"Flight 234 to Tampa Florida, please board," The flight attendant stated.
Great, I have to go.
My mother took my bags, as I got up from the chair. She gave me them, and I slung the two bags on my shoulder, and held the bottle and magazine all in one hand. She pulled me into a hug, and I could hear her begin to cry again.
"I'm going to miss you so much," she said, "Please call me when you arrive."
"Will do," I let go of her embrace, "I love you mom."
She gave me another hug, and kissed the top of my head, "I love you too. Please behave, and have a great time. Don't forget to be respectful.."
Does she think I'm going to curse him out or something? That could be a possibility if I loose my patience with him. Eh, I highly doubt I would curse him out. I'd be too scared. My mother always told me ladies with dirty mouths aren't classy. I try my best not to curse constantly. Sometimes, it just slips out, am I right?
"I know mom. Even though, he shouldn't deserve my respect."
She rolled her eyes, taking out another tissue, "He's your father Hayden. If he tells me your being disrespectful, I will get on a plane, and ...."
"Okay, I promise I won't," I cut her sentence off with a huge smile, "Please take care of yourself."
"You know I will," her straight-face turned into her bright smile, that I sure will miss, "He's really excited to see you."
I wish I could say the same thing. But I can't. I don't want to meet my 'father'. He has never called to see how I was. Nor has he ever wished me a Happy Birthday, with at least a card too. A father actually cares about their child. I bet he could care less about me, that's how it's been since I was three.
"Last call for Flight 234!"
This is awesome, I'm ready to go.
My mother frowned slightly, and gave me one more hug. I knew she would be fine, she was the optimistic kind. I swallowed, I could feel a large lump in my throat. I couldn't cry, and I could feel the tears wanting to splurge out.
"I'll see you when I can," she told me, "I love you Hayden."
"Love you too," I said, and then I turned on my heel, entering through the gate. There, she disappeared from my sight. Now, there was no turning back. Boarding the plane, one of the Flight Attendant's gave me some ear phones. It's not like I was going to use them. I had my I-Pod with me. This was going to be a long, five-hour flight. All alone, no one to speak with. I entered my seat, and sighed.
My purse sat on my lap, and I rummaged through it. Finally, after finding my I-Pod, I placed the ear buds in and put it into 'shuffle mode'. Next to me sat a tall, lean woman. Her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She looked like about fifty, by dressed like she was a kindergarten teacher. She smiled, waving at me as if she knew me. I just smiled, and turned my head to face the window.
I leaned my head back, and I felt the vibration of the plane taking off. The woman next to me started puking, and I could hear her mumble 'kiddie' words. This was not going to be a pleasant ride. Groaning inwardly, I shut my eyes and allowed the beat of the rock music travel through my ears. However, the mixture of the woman annoyed me. I took one ear-phone off, and opened one eye.
"Hello darling," she started, "I'm Ms. Dolan."
I gave her a look, "Um, nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."
She smiled, "That's a beautiful name."
"Thanks."
"Why are you on this plane all by your lonesome? Where are your parents?"
Ugh.
"My mother, I left behind. And, I'm going to meet my dad at the airport."
She simply nodded, "That's great!"
"Sure," I mumbled, "Excuse me, I'm going to take a nap."
"Oh sorry," she giggled like a rat, "Go ahead."
And so, ignoring her once last time, I turned the music all the way up, and drifted into a deep slumber.
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Five hours later.
Ms. Dolan woke me up as if the plane caught on-fire. She apologized for her overreaction, but she said it was the only way I would wake up. I just ignored her, and tried my best to get away from her as fast as possible. She followed me out of the plane, and then she spotted her brother. They were twins. Two of them, it was scary. Before she could introduce me, I ran to the other side.
Now, where the heck is he? My mother said he was good-looking, tall, and built. This was going to be quite difficult. My eyes roamed through the airport. I didn't see anyone who fit that description. Why can't he hold a sign or something with my name on it? I mean, the majority of people do that when a family or friend comes to visit. Running a hand through my dark brown hair, I took in a deep breath. I hate this.
As I continued to search for my 'father', my eyes spotted a teenager. He wasn't too short, nor too tall and his light brown hair fell into an angle. He looked to be physically fit, and he was really cute. He took a glance to my direction, which caused me to look away. How embarrassing is it when a guy catches you staring? Very.
"Hey," I felt a tap on my shoulder. Oh no.
Slowly, I turned around and was met with a pair of light green eyes, "Hey."
He shoved his hands into his pockets, and didn't say a word. He just kept his daze on me.
"Did you need anything?" I asked, breaking his trance.
"Oh! Uh," he bit his bottom lip, and stuck his hand out in front of me, "I'm Tyler."
"Er, I'm Hayden," I smiled, gladly accepting his hand. Suddenly, I felt him tug me across the airport. What the hell!?
"What are you doing?!" I practically screamed, as he simply chuckled. Then, he stopped in front of two built men. Tyler looked similar to one of them, and the other had blue eyes and brown hair.
"I found her!" Tyler held my hand, pointing it out to the two men.
The one man stared at me with awe, it looked like he was about to cry. Then, the certain dimples sticking out of his cheeks, helped me easily recognize who it was. And that was when I wanted to run. Too bad Tyler held my hand...wait, why hasn't he let go?
"He-hello?"
My 'father' smiled, and was lost in words. Great, he's just going to stare at me.
"He's just..very shocked," the other tall man stated, "Well, I'm Randy Orton. I see you've met my son, Tyler."
Tyler smirked, and stared down at our hands.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled, taking my hand away from his, and shook Randy's, "I'm Hayden Moore."
"Cena." I heard his voice after so long, "She's Hayden Moore Cena."
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OKAY.
This is chapter 2, again. I did slight changes.
So, this chapter has been, re-edited.