Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 3: Uncomfortable
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My 'father' grabbed my bags, and the four of us left the airport. The smile on his face wouldn't leave at all. It was kind of getting on my nerves. On the other hand, I had no smile on my face. I thought of my mother and how she said my dad was 'good-looking'. Which, I don't know if I should judge that standard. I peered out the window, as the car moved past stores, and all different places. The road seemed to be busy, which meant traffic. John and Randy sat in the front. Meanwhile, Tyler and I were in the back. The car was in silence for the most part. I was not going to start a conversation in the car, it would be weird. Tyler looked over at me, I could see him from the corner of my eye, he just didn't stop staring at me. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable having a boy I barely knew stare at me.

"So, you're thirteen right?" Tyler broke the silence in the car, directing the question towards me.

I glanced over at him and nodded.

"So that means your in seventh grade?" he continued.

Is he serious?

"No," I simply replied, "Eighth grade."

"Sweet, me too," he told me with a smile, "That means, we're going to study together."

"Really?" I was clueless about this, he's going to the same Middle School as well?

"Aren't you going on the road with us?" he questioned, "Is she John?

I rose an eyebrow, unsure of the situation. My mother did mention my 'father' had a job which consisted on being on the road. I don't think I will be with him on the road. Right? He'll leave me at his house with a nanny. Yeah, that's probably his plan.

"Shut up Tyler." His father hushed Tyler, who mimicked his dad's face.

"Why don't you talk much?" Tyler continued his little questionnaire with me.

I just shrugged my shoulders, and tried to look away. Somehow, this boy always grabbed my attention.

"I know you're probably shy to talk to someone so adorable as me," he joked, cracking a smirk.

"Right..." I mumbled with a small chuckle. He's a bit conceited, in a comical way.

The car stopped in front of the most biggest house I have ever seen, okay I scratch that, it's a mansion. My jaw dropped to my feet, while I stepped out of the car with my things. Tyler snatched one of the bags out of my hands, and lifted it up.

"I'll help you with that," he suggested, "We wouldn't want your nails to break would we?"

I shot a glare at him, only to receive his devious grin. I didn't bother taking the bag back, I knew he would win. Plus, I really wasn't in the mood to start anything. We entered the large Tampa home, John looked over at me and smiled.

"Come on, let me show you where your room is." he gestured pointing up the stairs. My topaz eyes traveled throughout the house, checking out the other different rooms this mansion contained. My room was all the way at the end of the hallway. Yep, so he won't have to see me. The other two followed our tracks, he opened the door, to reveal the most biggest room I have seen. Trust me, this was probably the size of the apartment I used to live at. Mom, if only she could see this room. I miss you.

"Welcome to your room," he presented as we entered it. I dropped my bag on the king sized bed, and Tyler did the same.

"Damn, your lucky. This is the biggest bedroom of all the bedrooms your dad has here, Randy told me. "Well..."

"Randy..." My 'father' slapped his best friend upside the head, "Shut up."

"Ow! No need for violence outside the ring," Randy said. I wanted to laugh at the comment. Wait, ring? Clue perhaps?

"We better get going, I'll see you tomorrow night." he told John.

"Alright, see you later Ortons." My 'father' said, pounding his friend's fist.

"Nice to meet you Lil' Cena." he nicknamed me. Nicknames... the joy of those.

"You too." I sweetly replied with a small, barely could see smile.

"See you later Hayden," Tyler winked waving goodbye. Winks.. he likes to give me those for some reason.

Soon, I was alone in the room, with the man who was supposed to be called 'Dad'. He didn't speak a word, and neither did I. We just stood there, he was staring at me. I was just looking around.

The door bell rang, and he quickly went to answer it. The immediate smell of pepperoni and sausage pizza scented around.

"Hayden," John called out. " Pizza's here."

I made my way down the stairs, and entered the kitchen. Mighty big... I sat on the stool, and twirled my hair. He handed me a slice of pizza, on a paper plate. I was starving, and finally some food. Hey, at least he didn't forget to feed his daughter. He sat across from me, biting into his slice. He swallowed the chomp of pizza he took, and opened his mouth to speak;

"I can't believe your here."

"Me either..." I murmured in a serious tone.

"I haven't seen you in so long."

"You're telling me." I continued to short and fresh answers. It's not like he would notice anyway.

"Okay. Tell me about yourself, I don't know much about you." he continued his failing conversation.

"I'm thirteen, somewhat smart, er, used to have a pet guinea pig, nothing special. " I explained with no emotion.

"That's interesting, have you ever watched WWE?"

"Nope, I've heard about it, but not in any interest of it."

He rubbed his chin, then scratched his head.

"Well, I'm going to tell you things about myself, He cleared his throat, "I'm thirty-years-old. You probably knew that though. I'm a professional wrestler, and am currently the WWE Champion. I have four brothers, so you'll soon meet your uncles. My best friend is Rands, and I have no girlfriend."

I nodded my head pretty interested at the small bio about himself.

"That's good to hear." I answered.

"Yes, since I'm a professional wrestler, I am constantly and always on the road," He paused, "Let me get to the point."

"Please do." I interrupted.

"You're going to be on the road with me all the time. I don't want to get a babysitter for you. I'd rather you be with me. I asked my boss, and he's fine with it. Plus, you'll be with Tyler. Which he mentioned before, both of you will be working on an online program, specilized for home schooled kids. So the room you're in, you'll keep the things you really don't need, like posters... But, you will have to bring clothes, and all the major neccessities, " he rambled before biting his bottom lip.

Holy crap, I'm going to be on the road 24/ 7? With people I don't even know yet? Great, that makes me feel great. My mother agreed to this? How could she? This was way to much to take in. It sounded like fun, but scary at the same time. There was nothing I could do about this. Only put on a small grin, and finish off my pizza. I didn't speak, after he finished off his sentence. I yawned, feeling tired after the long day I have had.

"Will you excuse me," I told him, getting up from the seat, "I'm going to get some sleep."

"Go right ahead, Goodnight Babygirl," he replied. Baby girl... no one has ever called me that, only he did when I was young. It was kind of a first, and it felt nice. But, still he's not a good 'dad', because he called me Babygirl. After all, he did ignore me for ten years.

"Sweet Dreams, John," I sharply commented rushing back up the stairs.

As I entered my bedroom, and closing the door, I noticed there was my own bathroom in here. That's so cool, to have your own bathroom I changed into my pajamas, and jumped into the bed. My eyes wanted to close immediately, and they did. Not because of how tired I was, but because the bed was very comfy. I'm sure I will miss it when I go on the road with John.

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This chapter has been re-edited.