Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 35: Six year old, Lilia.
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It's the day before New Years Revolution and I'm not exactly feeling well. No, it's not the 'cold' and 'sneezing' kind of sickness. More like when your stomach churns because you're super nervous for something. That's how I feel. Nervous. And the day hasn't even come yet. I haven't told Tyler that I would be helping him. I believe Mr. McMahon told him already. However, Tyler hasn't mentioned anything.
Ever since Monday Night, my dad and Cody have been sucking up, so has Tyler. I guess they think that if they suck up, they'll have me cheat for them. I made it clear though, I would be a fair special referee. They understood completely. What they don't know is, I lied. Maybe Tyler knew, but the my father and Cody don't. It does make me feel horrible, but it's my job. I would help Tyler win that belt, and both of us would be the new top 'heel' couple of the WWE. I don't think it'll be like Edge and Lita's relationship. There is no way in hell we're going to have sex in the a ring. That's simply inappropriate and gross.
I stepped out of the bathroom, just as I finished getting dressed and ready. Today I had an autograph signing with Paul a.k.a Triple H. I popped a piece of Stride gum in my mouth, and shoved my cellphone into my back pocket.
"Dad, I'm about to leave," I said, and there I saw Tyler and his dad sitting in the main room. My eyebrow rose, and I stared at the television. They were playing one of the WWE games on the ps3. Tyler looked u at me and smirked.
"You look hot, where are you heading to?"
"An autograph signing," I answered, "I'll see you in a bit."
He nodded, and gave me a kiss on the lips, "Love you."
"Love you too," I grinned, and saw Randy make a disgusted face, "Stop it Rands."
Tyler turned to his dad, and shook his head;
"At least I have a girlfriend. You haven't come close to asking Mickie to become yours yet."
Randy glared at his son, who simply smirked. Well, that kind of is true. Randy really does like Mickie, but he keeps missing his chance to ask her to be his girlfriend. They would make such a cute couple, and for once, I think Randy has found someone who will really love him.
After a few seconds, I left the hotel room, and boarded my dad's car. As I began making my way to Best Buy, I blasted the music, which was "Disturbia" by Rihanna. I remember when I first danced this, it was with Mickie and Alexa. We were formed in our own little group backstage, and everyone saw us act like complete idiots.
My dad was meeting up with Ashley today. They were going to the doctor to check up on the baby's status. They don't know who's the father yet. She has told Adam that the baby might be his. Surprisingly, he said if it was his, he would help take care of it. Although he may not like my dad, I can see them at least get along for the baby's sake and Ashley's.
I parked the car in the private parking space, and exited the car. Quickly, I rushed through the back door and saw the huge line of fans waiting there already. Do they get here early! I love autograph signings. Meeting my fans is the best thing, and interacting with them. Yes my left hand does get sore after signing so many things, but it's worth the pain.
Paul was sitting there, already signing autographs. I waved to the fans, who began cheering loudly for me. A smile flashed on my face, as I took a seat next to Paul. He turned to me and grinned;
"Hey Hayden, what's up?"
"Oh nothing much," I sighed happily, and grabbed a sharpie marker, "Just here, signing autographs."
"Funny, me too."
The woman in front of me was with her teenage daughter. She wore a huge smile, and patiently waited for me to sign.
"You are an amazing wrestler Hayden," she complimented, "Really, you truly are."
"Thank you honey, what's your name?"
"Treise Inclan," she nervously said, "Your dad is cool too."
"I know, he definitely is, here you go... it was nice meeting you. Want a picture?"
She nodded, and we posed for a picture. Once that was done, the next person in line came. The same routine continued, however with different words. This was definitely going to be a long fun autograph signing.
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Third POV.
"How about Yoanna for a baby girl name?" Ashley asked reading through the baby name book, "Do you like it?"
John shook his head, "Not really."
"Um okay, hm, how about Jayla?"
"That's a cute name," he smiled, and he grabbed her hand, "Or, Audrie?"
Ashley formed a lopsided grin, and shook her head.
"This is more difficult than I thought..."
"Yep," he checked his watch, "When is this doctor going to call us in?"
She shrugged her shoulders, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"This baby has been kicking so much lately."
"Is that normal?" John became worried, "Thank god we're here."
"John , I believe it's normal," she giggled, "don't worry, she just likes playing."
He kissed her hand softly and smiled. They stood in the silence, enjoying being alongside of each other. Both were once again happy with each other. Their relationship did go through the rough patch, but it was fine. No relationship is perfect, it has it's flaws. Each of them understood that, and they were willing to live in the imperfect relationship as long as their love and happiness was still there.
"Ms. Ashley Massaro," the nurse broke the silence, "The doctor would like to see you."
They stood up and entered through the door. She went into the room, and lay down on the bed like usual.
"Now this doctor is going to take like an hour to come in here..." John ran a hand through his short brunette hair.
"Is that right John?" Doctor. Riley entered the room with a smile, "I'm here aren't I?"
"Sorry."
"It's no problem," she continued, and turned to Ashley, "So how are you feeling today?"
"Fine, but she won't stop kicking."
"Oh okay, she's probably playing around, how long has she been kicking?"
"Well just for today, but she has been kicking a lot lately."
"That's interesting, uh, let me check that out."
Doctor. Riley took out the blue gel, and Ashley lifted up her band tee. The Doctor splattered the gel on her stomach, and rubbed it with the tool. Her baby daughter appeared on the screen, and Doctor. Riley examined it for a few moments.
"Well..."
John could sense that something was wrong.
"What's wrong Doc?"
"Oh nothing, she's healthy, nothing seems to be wrong... she's just fooling with you."
John sigh in relief, and fooled around with Ashley's hair.
"That's great, so what else is there doc?"
"Ashley you are due... around the beginning of April," she informed the couple, "Everything seems to be running smoothly, so you have nothing to worry about."
The doctor wiped the gel off of her stomach, and allowed Ashley to sit up. They discussed a few more things, and off they were.
"John, I have a bad feeling about this," she gulped, rubbing her stomach, "I feel like something is wrong."
"Babe, there's nothing wrong with the baby," he comforted, "Doctor. Reily say everything was fine. Everything is great."
"Still..."
"No, don't think about the negative."
"But..."
"But we're going to Friendly's and getting ourselves their famous Fribbles."
Ashley smiled brightly and her mood lightened up.
"Sweet, I love their fribbles, Chocolate is the best."
"No, Strawberry is."
"Psh yeah right."
And the couple was off to Friendly's, bickering about which Fribble flavour was better. Chocolate or Strawberry?
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First POV
"Triple H, smile big!" I teased, as we finished off a picture with some guy. I swear I was going to become blind by all the flashes. We shook his hand, and he was off.
"I want to cut my hand off," I told him, and he chuckled.
"Why? It's not that bad."
"Are you kidding me Paul?"
"No, I don't feel any pain whatsoever."
"Yeah right, you must feel pain."
"No, I don't.
I rolled my eyes, and turned to see a little girl with her mother standing in front of me. She gave a toothy grin. Well, maybe not a toothy one because she was missing two front teeth. Then again, she does have other teeth. Stop it Hayden!
She looked about six years old and a little short for her age. Her blonde locks fell below her shoulder, and her bangs barely covered her big green eyes which stared up at me.
"Hey sweetie, what's your name?"
"I'm Lilia," she greeted, she was too cute.
"Really? That's such a pretty name. You know, I have a friend, she has a name similar to yours, do you know who she is?"
"Lilian Garcia!" she answered brightly, "She's a great singer!"
"I know, she also cooks very good."
"Really?"
"Yes," I smiled, and handed her the signed picture, "Would you like me to sign anything else?"
"Yes please," She held a pink book decorated with orange flowers, "This."
"Where would you like me to sign it?"
"In the middle," Lilia pointed, and I did as I was told.
"What is this book?" I am a curious person.
"It's full of all my memories!" She opened the book, revealing pictures of herself and family. With her small index finger, she pointed a certain picture.
"That's my mommy, daddy, my sis, Tiffany, and me at Walt Disney World."
"Aw, that's so great! Is your sister a wrestling fan?"
"She used to be..." she looked down at the picture, "I think she still is."
"Then why isn't she here?"
"Because..."
"Lilia, let's just take the picture of you and Hayden." The little girl hushed her mother, who buried her face into her hands.
"My daddy and sister are in heaven," she answered, "they went to heaven in August."
My heart dropped, and so did my smile. This little girl's father and sister had died.
"Trust me, they are in a better place now Lilia," I informed her.
"My sis thought you were great."
I smiled at the thought. Her sister must have gotten Lilia into wrestling.
"My daddy loved your daddy."
"Yeah, I can see why," I smiled, "Let's take a picture, so you can put it in your memory book."
She nodded fastly, and I allowed her to jump on my lap. We smiled big, and her mother, along with the WWE photographer captured this memory. Lilia hugged my neck tightly, and in return, I kissed her cheek.
"You are so nice Hayden," she softly said, "Not mean like Beth Phoenix."
That's when it hit me. Lilia would see me on television as a heel. Mean just like Beth Phoenix. I was going to crush her.
"Thank you Lilia, you are nice too, such a beautiful girl."
She nodded, and jumped off my lap, her mother grabbed her hand.
"I hope to see you soon," I waved to her, and she waved back.
"Me too Hayden! Thank you!"
With that, Lilia disappeared with her mother through the automatic sliding doors. She had a huge impact on me. She was sweet, kind, and made me feel special. I was her role model in a way, her hero.
"That little girl did like you a lot." Paul burst into my thoughts.
"Yes, she did."
The autograph signing ended after a few more minutes. I was glad, partly because my hand hurt and so did my head. I was thinking way too much, Lilia's words were touching. I was nice, not mean. I didn't want her to see me mean. There was nothing I could do about it though.
Before I left, I stopped and spoke with the WWE photographer.
"When you develop those pictures, can you give me the one with Lilia tomorrow?"
"No problem Ms. Cena."
"Thank you so much."
I exited Best Buy, and boarded the car once more. I never thought I was a hero to a little girl. Who knows how many girls I am adored by. It makes me feel even more bad about turning heel.
There was only one thing I could do: pray that Lilia and everyone else wouldn't hate me forever after the change.
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