Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 6 - A Phonecall to Gianna
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After what happened two days ago, Hayden and I can't have a normal conversation. She hasn't gotten used to everything yet, and after the blow up she had, who knows what will happen. She hurt my feelings two days ago, and normally, hurting my feelings is hard to do. The things that came out of her mouth, were so unbelievable to me. Hayden didn't let me say anything, she just continued her tantrum. I don't blame her, I definitely did feel bad. There is one thing I can say though, it wasn't my fault.
I sat alone, with my cellphone sitting right on the table, in front of me. I keep hesitating the decision I want to make. To call or not to call? That is the question. I should take advantage of the time I am alone shouldn't I? While Hayden is at the soccer fields with Tyler and Randy, I should clear things up. How come when I'm about to do it, I click the end button? Come on Cena, just get it over with.
I grabbed the cellphone, and dialed the number for the fifth time. Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring....
"Hello?" she answered.
Her voice, it seemed cold and alone. I hope she was coping fine. I coughed and spoke;
"Gianna, it's John."
"How's my baby?"
"I'm fine, thank you." I teased, a slight smile on my face.
"Hayden, dumb ass." she harshly said.
"Not very good actually."
"What do you mean? What are you doing to her?!"
"Calm down, she just isn't to fond of me."
"I know, she has to get used to it."
"What did you tell her Gia?"
"Excuse me?"
"Hayden and I had an argument two days ago."
"And? what does it have to do with me?"
" he told me I was a bad father, who didn't visit her, and didn't call for her birthday."
"John, what the hell does that have to do with me?"
"You lied to her. Where are the cards Gia?"
"What cards?"
"You know what cards, don't play stupid."
"I was protecting her."
"Yeah, and screwing me over."
"You know what, I don't want to speak about this."
"Well I do, my daughter hates me, because of you."
"Its not my fault, you did this to yourself."
"Gianna, you were the one who went crazy, not me. I tried to compromise."
"Whatever John, bye."
"Don't you hang up on m-, hello?"
Damn it, she hung up on me. I can't believe she would do this. I slammed my hand on the table, anger rushed through me. I stood up from the table, and decided to take a refreshing walk to the soccer field.
Hayden POV.
"Randy pass!" I called out waving my hand in the air. I breathed heavy and soon had the ball to my feet. I juggled toward the goal, with Tyler trying to take it away. I did a scissors move, and got away. As I kicked the ball hard into the goal, I felt a sudden push to the ground. I fell and felt a flinching pain in my lower leg. Ouch! God, I have been getting hurt a lot lately.
"I am so sorry," apologized Tyler, sticking out his hand. I accepted, and was helped up. A throbbing pain was sent to my leg, weakening it.
"Oh crap," I complained, limping toward the bleachers.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Both Ortons sat next to me, and Randy handed me an icy water bottle. I took a long sip, and put the bottle down.
"You are fantastic." the legend Killer complimented.
Shrugging my shoulders, I saw someone walking toward us. Tyler lifted my leg up, and rested it on his lap.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"Checking your leg out. Who knows you could have broken it or something." he figured.
Randy smiled at his son, before going up to the man who was coming near us. It was John, of course.
I could feel myself becoming more loose with the Ortons. They are really nice, especially Tyler.
"Thank you." I thanked him with a warm smile.
"My pleasure Hayden." he told me, as he rubbed my leg slightly.
"I beat you!" I bragged, receiving a playful glare.
"No you didn't we tied remember!" he said, which was right. We were three to three.
"Shut up. I'm still better." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Can I lick your tongue?" he offered, in a fliratious matter. Eww, he just ruined the moment.
"You're so disgusting."
"It was worth a try." Tyler smirked.
"Sure it was."
We sat back and continued to talk about normal things, teenagers speak about.
The only thing in the back of my mind was if John was still hurting about what I said days ago. He tries to speak with me normally, but it doesn't work. We are in two uncomfortable positions, and it sucks. I talk to Randy more than John. In addition, I miss my mom, I could talk to her about everything, and I mean everything. She was like my best friend, mother style.
"Ty, Hayden, we are heading down back to the hotel." called out Randy.
The two of us got up from the bleachers. My leg was hurt, and its pretty hard to walk on.
"Let me help you." Tyler suggested, he wrapped my arm over his shoulder, and he helped walk toward the two men.
John looked over at my leg, and back at me. Randy smiled at his son, once again. I guess he is proud his son acts nice to girls. However, from what I heard, Randy is a player for the most part. What if Tyler is the same way, or is going to become the same way. That is pretty fascinating isn't it? Both men look alike, have that signature smirk, and are somehow cocky.
We entered the car and made our way back to the hotel. I put in my earphones and doze off to a different world.
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This Chapter has been re-edited.