Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 23: Lock and throw the key away
a/n : I'm using songs from our present time, because I have no idea what music we will have in the future! So bare with me, I'm using music from NOW.
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" Do it again Hayden!" he ordered, as he rubbed his chest.
Sighing, I climbed back up to the top turnbuckle, and dropkicked my Dad to the floor, for the fifth time. It was Thursday, and this was Training Day. It was my dad, and I for the day. Tyler and Randy had to go to some photoshoot, and Ashley went out with the divas. So, that pretty much left my dad and I. He was happy we had some time for just us. He had woken me up at eight in the morning, for early training. Let me tell you, when you train with John Cena, you just want to jump out of a window, and run away. My dad is the toughest, and annoying man to train with. Yeah, he's funny sometimes, but, he makes me do moves over and over again until I get it perfect. You should have seen him the first few trainings when I began to get ready to start Wrestling. It was horrible, we had fights everyday, and he almost made me quit once. However, Ashley told him to lighten up, and so did Randy. He got angry with my dad too. I guess he takes Wrestling very serious when training others, especially me.
" Was that good?" I asked, standing in the middle of the ring.
He nodded, and ran his back hand across his forehead, wiping away the sweat.
" Yes, you just have to work on it a little more, than bring it out in the ring." he said in a serious tone. " Tired?"
" Yeah, daddy we've been training for five hours! Aren't you tired?" I sighed, laying back on the mat.
" Not really, I'm pretty used to it." he commented, and put his hand out. "Come on."
"What? More training?" I said, looking up at him.
"No, lets go get something to eat.." he offered, and I stood up from the floor. "Go to the lockeroom, I'll meet you out here in ten minutes."
I nodded, and exited the ring, grabbing my gym bag. Entering the lockeroom, I took a quick shower, and got dressed into ripped denim skinny jeans, and a power blue tanktop. Over it, I put on my gray zip up, with the words ' Hayden Cena ' on the back. Finally, I put on my white sneakers, and began working on my hair. I simply scrunched it, and clipped up the bangs that were loose. Makeup consisted of some black eyeliner, and concealer. Finally, I grabbed my things, and exited the lockeroom, meeting my dad.
"Lets head out!" he said in a loud tone, and the two of us left this place, to get some food. I flicked through the radio channels, and stopped on some radio station playing "Damaged" by Danity Kane.
You try to gain my trust
Talking is not enough
Actions speak louder than words
You gotta show me something
My heart is missing some pieces
I need this puzzle put together again
I sang along to the lyrics, and heard my dad try to sing along with the beat. I burst into laughter, his voice was good, when he didn't hit the high notes. The song ended, and a new one began "FeedBack" by Janet Jackson. Another great song out right now, and my dad actually knows the word.s
"Daddy, you seriously need to stop singing." I seriously told him. "My ears are in pain."
"That hurts Hayden. You hurt my feelings." he commented, slapping his chest with one of his hands.
"Right." I snorted. "You really think you have a good voice don't you?"
He turned into the parking lot, at the local diner, and scanned for a parking space. "Yeah, I made my own CD."
"A rap CD if you recall." I corrected, and he pulled into the free space, right in front of the diner.
"So, I had my own small singing part." he said, taking the key out of the ignition.
We exited the car, bickering about his 'singing' skills. Its rather funny, because the last time we fought about this was before I left for vacation. We were all in the lockeroom, after Randy's match. He had lost that night, and he was bummed out about it. So, Tyler insisted on singing him a song. So, while Randy was sititng on the metal chair, his hands burrowed in his face, we all gathered around the chair. WIth detail, it was Ashley, Tyler, my dad, me, and Chris Jericho. We all busted out singing his theme song. Randy faced up, giving us deathly glares. We were all laughing, and my dad wouldn't stop singing. That's when we all covered our ears because he went to this long note, and to say, I thought I was going to be deaf. In conclusion, Randy slapped my dad on the chest, and the two were close to having a fist fight. Tyler stepped in the middle, laughing his ass off at my dad. He began making fun of him, so I slapped my boyfriend upside the head. That was probably one of the funniest moments I've ever had.
The dumbstruck woman in front of us, sat us at the back of the diner. She handed us two menus, and told us the waiter would be with us any minute. My eyes trailed to all different places on the menu, specifically to the Tuna Wraps proudly pictured on the right. They were calling my name 'Hayden, order me!'
"So what do you think of having?" my dad's voice entered my thoughts, and my eyes met up to his.
"Maybe the Tuna Wraps they look delicious." I commented with a grin.
"You'll need an Altoid after those." he joked. "You're breath will smell fishy."
"Shut up! What are you going to eat?" I asked him, setting my menu down.
"I'm having a T-bone steak, with onion rings." he said in a persuasive voice.
"And you say I'm going to need the Altoid." I scoffed. "You're the one eating onion rings."
"Hello, I'm Robert, I'll be you're waiter for the day." I stared up at the waiter, and saw his face turn starstruck, when his eyes landed on us.
"Oh my god, your the Cenas!" he practically exclaimed, running a hand through his short blonde hair. "I'm a big fan.."
My dad smiled, and stuck his hand out. " Nice to meet you, Robert."
He stuck his nose up in the air, and shook my dad's hand briefly. He turned to look at me, and I saw his eyes light up.
"Hayden Cena, I'm a big fan of yours." he said, and I offered my hand. He took it, and lightly kissed my hand.
"That's great to know..nice to meet a sweet fan." I smiled, and he just nodded.
"You're so beautiful in person." he complimented, he's so sweet.
"Thank you Robert." I thanked him, and he took out a pen.
"Alright, enough of acting stupid, what would you two like to drink?" he said, shaking off the feelings.
"Can I have a Rasberry Iced Tea, please?" I answered him, with a grin.
"I'll have a nice Coca Cola."
"Alright, I'll be back." he told us, and he left our sight.
My dad rolled his eyes, and started fooling around with the napkins in front of him. I stared at him awkardly, and ran a hand through my hair.
" Aren't you glad we met a new fan?"
" Don't you mean, am I glad we met a new fan of yours." he corrected, not looking at me.
"Do I sense some jealously coming from the former Champ?" I poked his muscular arm, and he faced me.
" Me? Jealous of you? Please, I'm proud you have fans." he mumbled, playing around with the utensils.
This should me fun, busting my daddy's chops entertains everyone.
" Liar!" I exclaimed in an indoor voice. "Your jealous that the fans like me more than you!"
"No, I'm not!" he argued, like a five year old debated about whether or not they took the last cookie in the bear shaped jar.
"Yeah you are, daddy just admit it." I said with a slight laugh.
"Nope, I'm not envious of your popularity against mine." he sat confident, and Robert came to the table with our drinks in hand.
"Here you go..now, do you Cenas know what you want to order?"
"Robert, can I have the Tuna Wraps, with a side of applesauce please?" I said in a sweet voice, making him want to melt. I have that affect on most people, I can take advantage of it most times. Especially when I'm in trouble, I use my voice, and the dimples to get myself out of trouble.
"Alright, how about you John?" he asked, looking at my dad.
"The T-bone steak, with the side of Onion Rings, thanks Rufus." he told me, shoving the menu in his hands. "Stop checking out my daughter."
"Its Robert, and I'm sorry, she's just so pretty." he gazed at me, and I just smiled.
"Do you want me to FU you on this table?" my dad warned.
"No, sir. I'll be back with your orders soon." Robert stared down to the floor, and took my menu. He sped off, and my dad snickered to himself.
"That was unneccessary. Very immature." I shot at him, disappointed.
"He was looking at you too much. I hate when guys do that." he said, sipping his soda. "He was probably thinking dirty thoughts about you."
"Why does that bother you?" I proclaimed. "Tyler does it all the time, he even says it out loud."
"Tyler is your boyfriend. I'm used to it." he shrugged his shoulders. "Plus, I already threatened him."
"Threatened him with what?" I wondered, cocking my right eyebrow up. I feel like the Rock, when he raises his eyebrow.
"I will not say my plans." he pretended to lock his mouth, and throw away the key.
"Fine be that way, and I'll keep quiet about the things Tyler and I do." I said, folding my arms into my chest.
His eyes widned, and I knew his jaw wanted to drop on the floor. He actually thinks we have done something? This should work out well.
"Hayden, what have you done?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I can't say." I mocked him, doing the same actions he performed.
"I'm serious, if you don't tell me what you did with him, I'll ban you from dating him. Plus, he'll be dead." he urged, his vein is popping out of his neck.
My laughs echoed the whole diner, and I'm suprised the Manager didn't come to yell at us. The way my dad was acting made me want to roll on the floor histerically laughing. His deadly glares were sent to me across the table, and I thought he was going to kill me, just by staring at me.
"Why don't you just ask Tyler, he'll happily tell you." I answered, and he nodded.
"Okay, but be prepared to say a speech for his funeral." he warned, and Robert was now standing in front of us, both plates in his hands.
"Here you go Hayden, and John." he put our food in front of us, and sigh. "Need anything else?"
"Yeah, your opinion on Tyler Orton." my dad said with a serious face.
Robert's face turned from nice, to evil. "He's such an asshole. I don't get how someone could stand him."
Poor Tyler, everyone hates him. I feel so bad for him, he really is a great guy. I've known him for about four years, and I knew that if he were to enter the business, he would play the 'heel' character. Partly because of his ego, and his father's footsteps.
"That's good to know, I don't like him either." my dad commented, and Robert smiled.
"Do you like him Hayden?" Robert aimed for me, putting me on the spot.
I grabbed my snack wrap, and shoved it in my mouth. There I spoke, and he stared at me disgusted. My dad rubbed his hands over his face laughing, and just signaled Robert to go. I took a long sip of Iced Tea, and gasped for air.
"You are the meanest father in the world." I shook my head at him, and he smirked.
"That has been my goal for a while now." he sarcastically said, biting into a piece of steak.
"Now, I lost a fan because of you." I groaned, finishing up my last Tuna Wrap.
"I doubt it, he keeps staring at you from the counter over there." he said, sending daggers at the poor guy.
"Dad, stop, you're probably scaring him." I suggested.
"Sure." my dad mumbled. "So, did Ashley tell you the color of the bridesmaid dresses?"
"Oh yeah, a light blue." I smiled, thinking about it. "I can't wait for the Wedding!"
"Me either, soon, she'll be my wife." he grinned at the thought of it. "She's great, isn't she?"
"Of course, I love Ashley." I nodded, and soon a vibration came from my jeans.
I took out my cellphone, flipped it open, and read the text message sent to me : Hey baby, I miss you. What are you doing? Ty.
My fingers clicked fastly, and sent a reply to the message: aww, i miss you too Ty. I'm with my dad, we were just speaking about you.
I put my phone in my pocket, and noticed Robert was back at the table, talking with my dad. I turned to look at him, and he held a pen and paper right in my face.
"Can I have your autograph? I really am a big fan of yours, even if you eat like a pig." he explained, and I took his paper, signed my name with a heart.
"Uh thanks...there you go, it was nice meeting you." I said with another million dollar smile.
"Same here, Bye Cenas!" he waved,walking away from us. My dad put the money on the table, along with the tip. We left the diner, and entered the car once again. I strapped my seatbelt on, and we drove off.
"So now where are we going?" I curiously questioned.
"We're meeting Randy and Tyler at some ice skating rink." he answered, stopping at the red light. He went through the radio channels, and stopped on "Sensual Seduction" by Snoop Dogg. Oh, I hope he doesn' start rapping this song.
"I thought they were at their photoshoot?"
"They were, Randy called me, he said they were finished. So, he decided to go Ice Skating. He wants us there with him, so they don't look like two huge idiots."
I nodded, and tapped my fingers to the beat. " Oh."
We drove for about twenty minutes, and finally made it to the Ice Skating Rink. The two of us entered, and bought tickets to enter. I got some skates, and waited for him to tie his. Who knew he didn't know how to lace up skates. After five minutes of patiently waiting, we searched for the Ortons.
"Lets just go into the rink." I figured, and he nodded.
My dad and I went to the rink, and skated next to each other for sometime. I raced him to the end of the other side, and as we raced, I bumped into a huge back, knocking me to the floor.
"I'm sorry, let me help you." he offered his hand, and I gladly accepted it. When I saw his face, I shook my head.
"You idiot, Randy we've been looking for you everywhere!" I shouted, grabbing his hand. " Dad I found him!"
My dad stopped in the middle of the ice, where we were standing, and grinned at his bud.
"Man, where have you been?" my dad asked, and the two left my sight.
A sigh came through my lips, and I started skating by myself. This should be fun, having a couple of minutes by myself. I went around twice, just thinking about stuff. The first thing taht came into my mind was my career. I've been here for almost a year, and I was already one of the top divas. The feeling is like no other, and although I'm involved in a love angle with someone much older than me, I have to say it helps build the career. The best thing is, I didn't have to go through bikini contests, and lingerie pillow fights in order to get known. Yeah, I had the advantage of the last name ' Cena'. I'll admit, I thought was going to be in my father's shadow, but I'm not. Everyone knows me for Hayden Cena, yes Cena's girl. But, they know I'm here to wrestle, and satisfy everyone out there. Although I try to stop thinking about Wrestling, its my life pretty much.
All of a sudden, two arms wrapped around my waist, causing a vexing scream to leave my mouth. A familiar laugh was what I heard, that stupid guy.
"Hey baby." he snuggled his head onto my shoulder, and I flipped over to face him.
"What the hell is your problem scaring me like that?" I slapped his arm, and he smirked.
"Sorry, I just wanted to suprise you." he sweetly stated, tightening his grip.
"Good, but next time be careful, I was about to prevent you from having children." I responded, and my hand interlaced with his. We began skating slowly, and talking.
"So how was your day?" he asked me.
"Great, I trained with my dad for four hours, and we went out to eat." I expressed. " And you?"
"Good, I got to pose with dogs. My dad was in the picture too, arguing with the dog."
"Randy really has problems." I teased, shivering. It was cold, damn me for not dressing warmer.
Tyler wrapped an arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer. "Feel warm?"
"Thanks baby." I leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, but he turned slightly, and my lips landed on his.
"Stop it you two!" Randy ordered, and the two men came over to us.
Tyler broke the kiss, and my dad was staring at him strongly.
"Hey John, I've missed you." Tyler said, with a smirk.
"I've been meaning to talk with you Orton." my dad grabbed his arm off of me, dragging him toward him. "Lets take a stroll around the rink."
"Ok?" his voice went higher, and my dad and him started skating together.
Randy smiled at me, and draped an arm over my shoulder.
"So Cena, I heard a guy was hitting on you at the diner." Randy began, with a questionable look.
"My dad tells you everything doesn't he?"
"Yeah, and you really need to teach me the way you bust his chops."
Of course, everyone gets their advice from me. That makes me feel extra special around here.
"So, he told you about the things your son and I have done?"
"Yeah, what has he done to you? I swear I will murder my son for forcing you to do anything!"
Of course, did I forget to tell you? Yeah, Randy acts like he's my father too, although his son is my boyfriend. He too claims I will be his daughter in-law, I just laugh.
"You really want to know?" I rose any eyebrow.
"Yeah, I really do."
"Sorry, what happens between Ty and I, stays between us." I locked my lip, and pretended to throw away the key, just the way I did earlier.
"Your a cruel girl aren't you?"
"Yes, and god damn proud." I cheered, with a huge dimple showing smile.
okay, i'm deeply deeply sorry for not updating for 20 days! I promise I will have chapters done by this week, I have spring break:
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