Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 4: Mondays
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Hands trembled up and down my spine, as if it were a massager. It felt pretty cool, but then it just began to get annoying. I groaned, and tried to shake it off. The stupid hands wouldn't budge. My eyes fluttered open, and with my hands, I rubbed them.

"Good Morning..." a voice started my day. It was Tyler's. Why the hell is he in here?

I slid up, and my head hit the board of the bed, "OUCH!". I touched my head, and flinched.

In the background, Tyler was laughing at me. How nice of him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as the pain disappeared.

He sat on the bed, and looked at me. How embarrassing, I had a stupid school hoodie on, and my hair was up on a messy bun. He probably thought I was a messy person or something. Well if he does, he's wrong. I'm one of the most cleanest and neatest girls you could me. I cannot stand a messy room, and I always need to look good. I'm weird like that. John, Tyler, and some other people will soon find that out.

"I am here to wake you up," he replied, "Its already one in the afternoon."

My eyes widened, and I grabbed my cellphone to check if the time was accurate. Okay, he was right, it was already one fifteen. How come, they had me sleep so late!

"Why didn't John come and wake me up?" I questioned, getting up from the bed.

"He said he didn't want to bother you, and since you had a long plane ride, to let you sleep." he explained.

That's a fair enough explanation, I suppose.

"Oh alright, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get ready." I said. "So get out please."

He nodded, and out of nowhere, he pulled the bun out of my hair, releasing the medium length hair.

"I like it down.." he commented before he closed the door behind me. I felt my cheeks flush to the colour rose. He did not just do that?

He left my mind, as I took a nice shower, and began to get ready. I slipped on my under garments, and picked out some clothes. After about taking ten minutes in picking clothes, I decided to wear some light denim jeans, a white tank top, and over it a bright blue zip up sweatshirt. To match the tank, I grabbed some white flats. After getting dressed, I scrunched my hair, and clipped my bangs up into a the small fashionable bump. No makeup for me, except concealer. At this age, my mother told me, wearing makeup wasn't good. Plus, I wasn't allowed to put any on. Only lip gloss, and concealer. After brushing my teeth, and spraying some perfume, I skipped down the stairs.

As I entered the rather huge living room, Randy, Tyler, and John were sitting watching the television. I sighed, as they all turned to me. I waved, and formed a smile.

"Good morning, no, Good Afternoon." My voice echoed through the room. Now, that was very weird.

"How did you sleep baby girl?" John questioned, with a sip of his soda.

I shrugged my shoulders, and simply answered the question with a 'Fine'.

He nodded, and a smile appeared on his face. "Good, why don't you sit with us? Or you can get breakfast, It's in the kitchen."

No thanks, I'm never hungry when I wake up.

"Sure." I agreed, and sat in between, John and Tyler. "What are you watching?"

"The soccer game. USA vs. Brazil." Tyler said looking straight at me.

"Brazil better be winning." I retorted folding my legs. So far it was, Brazil: three, USA: one.

The three men, glanced at me at the same time, and frowned. "You like Brazil?"

I nodded with a smile, "Yes they are amazing."

Orton's son nodded, and turned his attention back to the television. By this time, the game continued and US, had the ball.

"A bad cross." I mumbled, at the poor choice the soccer player made.

"So do you play soccer?" Randy asked me during commercial.

"Yes-well, now I used to play." I emphasized the used to. I was on a travel team, and it was great.

Once my mother decided to put me with my dad, it was painfully over.

"For fun, or competition?" he continued

"Competition, we were in first place." I smiled with a nod.

"Really? What position did you play?"

" Forward."

"So you must have been good then."

"Yup, one of the best." I said and shook my head. I'm not conceited, just self confident.

"Cool, maybe we can verse one day," interrupted his son. "I would definitely beat you."

Tyler had no idea of what kind of a soccer player I was. I'm a beast, thank you very much.

"I'd like to see you try," I simply answered, before glancing back at the television. Brazil scored a perfect header.

That perfectly proved, Brazil is absolutely amazing.

RAW.
John POV.

I entered the arena, with Hayden next to me. She was always quiet, never speaking more than three sentences. I guess she needs to get used to the new lifestyle she was going to begin living. Tyler is going to be with her, and soon she will befriend the divas. Well, some of them, I guess. Every time I look down at her, I see the past. How awful I keep feeling when I remember. I left them both, in a small apartment, with little money. Hayden growing up without a father must have been hard. I know it would be for me personally, I really did miss her. But, there was nothing I could do, there was never a time I could see her. Her mother didn't like me, and she tried all her power to not let me see our daughter.

I held all of our bags with both of my powerful arms, as I found my lockeroom. Eyes were glued on the both of us, everyone was probably wondering who the teenage girl next to me was . They were soon going to found out. I set everything down, and collapsed on the couch right next to her. She had a straight face on, and her eyes looked bored and full of emotions. The same eyes I had, the sparkling big blue ones. She had that look, of 'I don't want to be here' . There is this good feeling inside me that, she is going to enjoy herself sooner or later. Hayden was stubborn, just like her mother. She's a hard nut to crack.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her, no eye contact from her.

She just shook her head, "Not really."

Her arms crossed against her chest, and legs folded.

"Alright." I mumbled, and glanced at my watch, it was eight-forty already. Time does go by fast, now where would I leave her?

"I have to go see the boss, and stuff to get ready for my match tonight. If you want, you can walk around the arena." I offered standing up from the couch. This time she looked at me, . I don't know whether they were shooting daggers, or just a normal stare.

"Okay.." she mumbled, "Like i know my way around."

How can I forget about Tyler?

"If you would like, Tyler can show you around. He's a Pro of arenas." I tried to make that humorous. Guess it didn't work.

"Sure." Hayden told me and rested her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Alright, come with me, and I'll show you to Randy's Lockeroom. I have to meet him there anyways." I figured with a smile.

She stood up, and followed me out of the lockeroom. Both of us walked next to each other, down the corridor and there we ran into a certain diva.

"John! What's up?" asked the familiar brunette.

" Nothing much how about you Candice?" I asked her as we stopped in the middle of the hall.

"About to get ready for my match against Beth." she replied, and faced her eyes to the girl next to me. "And this is? biggest teenage fan?"

"No." Hayden said loud tone. "I'm his long lost daughter."

Her eyes widened, and I can tell her jaw wanted to drop to her feet. She looked at me, then back down at Hayden.

"Oh, well... nice to meet you. I'm Candice Michelle," she formally introduced herself to my daughter. "And you are?"

"I'm Hayden Moore." she answered, why does she always keep out the Cena part. "Cena."

Okay, never mind, she remembered.

"I wonder how I didn't notice it before, you look just like your father." Candice smiled. " You are beautiful."

"So John's is beautiful?" she joked cracking a grin.

The Former Women's Champion chuckled and shook her head. "You're funny."

We better get going, I'll see you later Candice." I finished, as we began walking toward the opposite hall.

"Nice to meet you Hayden." she called out, as we left.

"You too Candice." Hayden responded back.

As we walked in silence, Randy's room came upon us pretty fast. The both of us entered the room, which revealed Randy taping his wrists, and Tyler sitting on the couch reading a magazine.

"Hey guys," I greeted patting the Legend Killer on the back. Tyler looked up at Hayden, and licked his lip. He got up from the couch, and made his way over to her.

"What's up Hayden?" he asked. She turned to him, and rolled her eyes.

"Absoloutly nothing." she murmured in her normal tone.

"Tyler, I have a favor to ask you," I entered their minimal conversation.

"Shoot."

"Since, Randy and I have matches, can you show Hayden around, introduce her to some superstars and divas."

Tyler nodded and stuck his thumb up. "No problem."

"Thanks Tyler, I appreciate it." I winked, Randy finally finished taping his wrists.

"Lets go." the Legend Killer said slapping my back.

"Okay, I heard you. Hayden,...have fun. Ty, don't act like an idiot." I warned him before I left the lockeroom.

Hayden's POV.

As John and Randy left, I was alone with the flirt machine. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

" f people ask your my girlfriend, okay? " he suggested with a smirk.

"No thanks, I have better things to do."

He is such a flirt. I shrugged his arm off, and left the lockeroom. He trailed behind, and ran right in front of me.

"Now I'm going to take you through a tour," he offered extending his arms out, showing off the sections

This couldn't be half bad, probably interesting perhaps. We went through half the arena, he showed me the interview space, the lockerooms, the catering room, and gorilla position. It was pretty interesting I might say. Tyler, I have to admit is one funny kid, this was probably the greatest times I have had so far.

"Wow, you are so weird." I laughed slapping him upside the head.

"Thank you, that's why everyone loves me." he said as we reached to the other side of the lockerooms.

There all these sweaty guys and girls were hanging out at. Some had some hot bodies, and some had yucky bodies! The girls looked pretty nice, but some stared at me as if I were dirt. One guy and girl stopped us again, this time it was like Punk rock type of couple. If they were a couple...

"Hey Tyler, whose your girlfriend?" the guy asked pounding his fist.

"This is Hayden Moore Cena, John's daughter." Tyler introduced me.

The same expressions made by everyone, eyes big, jaws down.

"Hey Hayden. I'm Jeff Hardy, and this is Ashley Massaro." they told me, and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you." I answered sweetly.

"You look just like John, but much prettier." Ashley chuckled.

"Yeah isn't she?" Tyler said, I rose an eyebrow, did he just say that?

" Watch out kid, he's the Champ's daughter." Jeff nudged the teen in the stomach lightly.

"I know." he chuckled slightly, taking a glance at me.

The four of us talked a little, and then Tyler and I went back to Randy's lockeroom. We sat on the couch, and he flickered the television on.

There was John, right on the television, fighting a guy. Randy on his side, outside of the ropes. Damn... John looked like he was in pain. How could people enjoy watching four sweaty guys beat the crap out of each other. I guess this is a blood thirsty kind of sport. Oh gosh, one of them are busted open, okay not John. Thank god, I can't handle blood, it sickens me. I tried to turn my attention to something else but it wouldn't work. Two men's voice kept agitating my thoughts, talking about "Oh my god, Cena has him in the FU! Orton is getting ready for the RKO!"

"Come on Pops," cheered Tyler standing up. He was definiatly proud of his father, unlike me. What was there to be proud of? Nothing, at least that's my opinion. As the match finished, it ended up Randy and John's hands being raised in the air, John with his diamond belt, and Randy with no belt. The television powered off, and it Tyler began to speak with me.

"So Hayden, why do you always call your dad John?" he asked me curiously.

Okay, here comes that question. the question, I thought someone would ask me, maybe far from now. Guess not, I should have known. Tyler is the kind of kid who wonders a lot.

"Do you really want to know?" I reassured.

"Yes, I think its weird you don't call him dad after all, he decided to bring you here to live with him." he told me.

Oh god...

"Fine, I'll tell you why I don't call him Dad..." I began. " Don't say anything. Promise?"

"Promise."

A huge explanation, I hope he doesn't get bored. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"My dad is the biggest asshole." I simply stated.

Not a big explanation right?

" Excuse me?" a voice came through the room.

It was John.

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This Chapter was re-edited.