Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 41: We'll get through this.
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A/N: I have a new story up "Our Own Destiny". Check it out! It's kind of like this, since it involves Randy's niece, and Jeff Hardy's son. So, if you like this story, I bet you would like "Our Own Destiny"!
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When you lose someone that's dear to you, it's hard to get over it. I lost a sister. Ashley, Adam, and my dad lost a daughter. I don't know how that feels, but I do know how it feels to lose a sister. What hurts me the most is, I never got to see her. It sucks a lot, and I know it's going to take some time to move on. Tyler has lifted my spirits up though. He's taken me to training sessions, in order to prepare me for Sunday. And, we've gone out together for dinner and stuff. It's been really nice, but at the same time, I couldn't stop thinking about the tragedy. It's stuck in my head like one of those catchy pop songs.
I was still in Tampa, along with my dad, Randy, Tyler, Alexa, Mickie, Adam and Mike. We all decided to stay with Ashley because she needed us here with her. She enjoys our company. We're all our little family, and that's the way we like it. We are all here for Ashley, to make her feel better, and secure.
Placing my hair up in a high messy bun, I grabbed my cell, and inspected if there were any missed calls. None. That's cool. I applied a bit of eyeliner, and stared at my reflection. I looked quite nice today.
"Hey," Mickie interrupted my thoughts as she entered my room, "Have you seen Randy?"
I shook my head; "Uhm, no. Why?"
"Because he said we were going out today for lunch," she blushed staring down at her french-manicured nails.
Finally, Randy asked her out. He's liked her as more than a friend for such a long time. She's like him that way too. Those two always flirt, and everyone could tell they had strong feelings for each other.
"Aw, that's so cute!" I squealed, as I walked toward her, "So, are you excited?"
"Obviously," she said in a soft voice, "He's the sweetest guy ever Hayden. I mean, I've never actually liked a guy this much, he's different."
I smiled brightly, allowing a sigh to escape my lips. She ran a hand through her caramel coloured locks.
"So, what's been up with Tyler and yourself?"
"We're good," I shrugged, "As always."
She took a seat on my bed, and took a moment to herself.
"I remember when he annoyed you," she started, reminiscing about the past, "He would always flirt with you, and you hated it!"
"I know," A chuckle got out of me, and I stared down at my finger, "It's kinda hard to believe we're actually, you know, the way we are today."
"Everyone had a feeling you two would become a couple. Moreover, soul mates."
Really? That's interesting. I just heard that from a couple of the divas, and from Randy. He told me my dad and himself made a bet about Tyler and I. Randy won the bet, my dad had a feeling he would.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you two got married," she said in a serious tone, "I can totally see that. Mr. and Mrs. Orton."
"He told me that he was going to marry me like two years ago."
The Brunette awed, getting up from the bed; "He's too cute. I believe he takes after his father."
"Indeed."
Third POV.
This new WWE Diva wanted to make an impact on the roster. She didn't get to on her debut. All she did was stand in front of a camera, with a microphone in her hand, and interview some Superstars. That's not what she came for. In fact, she came to get some retribution. Retribution from a certain diva she didn't like so much. Of course, she first needed a plan. And she did create it, and had gotten it approved by Mr. McMahon.
Now, she needed another diva to form an alliance with. She would take on this diva alone, but she had a feeling another diva would go out and help her. Therefore, she tried to choose wisely. However, she there were no 'face' divas that were strong enough to be with her. She was left with one diva: Eve. This diva wasn't one of the best, but it work for her.
Currently, Eve stood at the end of a dark hall, patiently waiting for young woman.
"Hey," the petite diva arrived, "Remember me?"
"Of course I know you," Eve playfully rolled her eyes, "Bianca right?"
"Yes," the blonde allowed her hoodie to fall onto her shoulders, "We've met before."
"I know," the brunnette nodded, folding her arms into her chest, "So, what do you want?"
Bianca rubbed her hands together, as she stared at former Diva Search Winner.
"I need your help," she began, "There's one diva on this roster who thinks she's the shit. One diva who thinks she can overpower me."
"Wait," Eve put her hand up, "You haven't even wrestled yet.. so how would this 'mystery' diva think she can overpower you?"
Bianca squeezed her eyes shut, and took in a deep breath. She bit her tongue, ignoring Eve's comment.
"Whatever, look, I've studied Hayden for quite some time..."
"Hayden? Hayden Cena? Why would you want to mess with her?"
She shut her eyes again, and that was proof that she was getting annoyed.
"Because she's a...you know what? I just want to prove myself."
Eve nodded, pursing her lips. She understood where Bianca was coming from. Of course, every new diva wanted to show what they got. On the other hand ,she did not quite understand why she would want to pick a fight with Hayden. She was by far, one of the top divas of the roster. And for Bianca to try and take her was impressive.
"So, what's your plan? I'm in."
An evil smile lifted upon Bianca's face and the two began strutting away from the dead end.
"Well, it's going to take place right after Wrestlemania..."
And she continued speaking, Eve took in all the information. Little did she know, Bianca was an old friend of Hayden's. Well, an old rival would be a better description.
The Dirty Diva's blue eyes peered up at the beige colored ceiling. It was the only thing that seemed to be color in her eyes. Everything was a blur to her. It was like this was a huge nightmare. She tried to believe that her daughter didn't die during her pregnancy. However, the Doctor's words kept repeating her thoughts.
"It was a still-birth," he announced, "I'm so sorry. You're daughter didn't come out alive."
And each time she heard them, the more it killed her. Doctors say it's rare for a still-birth to occur. Ashley felt like she was the unlucky one, she was the one person in a million who had a still-birth. Although everyone was here with her, trying their best to make her feel better, she still didn't feel well. The one thing that bothered her the most? The fact that she never got to hold her daughter in her arms. That's what she wanted the most. To be able to have her baby in her hands once she was born.
It didn't happen. She didn't get to. Nor did she ever get to find out who the father of the baby was. It didn't matter to her though. Both men had agreed on being the father. That was one of her bright-sides, which turned into a gray-side. In her eyes, everything turned colorless.
She heard footsteps come toward the door, which was followed by the noise of the knob twisting. Her eyes were still on the wall. The person entered the room, a cup of orange juice in hand.
"Hey baby," It was John, "How you feeling?"
She didn't answer. It was like the words were stuck in her throat.
"Ash, you need to talk please," he pleaded, setting the orange juice down, "I'm hurting too, so is everyone else.. c'mon."
Nothing.
He crawled up on the bed, sitting right in front of her. He took her left hand, and played around with her fingers. His eyes landed on the diamond ring sitting on her finger. They had been engaged for some time, but had never spoken about the Wedding once the pregnancy news came. Si
"Ash," he began, "I think we should start finishing up the Wedding again.."
Then, her eyes, fell onto him. She opened her mouth, ready to speak. But, no words came out.
"Look, I know your sad about this, I am too. Kylie was important to me too, and to the rest of us. We have to try our best, and move on..."
"I can't," she whispered as tears fell from her eyes, "I can't."
With the pad of his thumb, John wiped the tears away. It was no use, more tears trickled down her peach colored cheeks. John saw her pain, as her sobs became louder. She pulled her legs together, wrapping her arms around them. Her face fell onto her knees, as she continued crying.
"I don't understand..." she sniffled, "I didn't do anything to deserve this..."
John leaned in closer, pulling her into a hug. Her arms fell loosely and her face buried into his chest.
"I know babe, this isn't fair, but... we're going to have to move on. I'm not saying you need to be happy right now, or next week. We need to take this one step at a time. I'm going to be here for you, and so is everyone else."
"I love you," she cried in a soft sob, "This is just so hard."
"I know it's hard Ash," he gripped her tightly, "I love you too."
First POV
"I'm seriously craving a milkshake," I groaned as Tyler wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I was sitting on the couch, in the living room, along with the rest of the gang. Well, it was really Adam, Mike, Alexa, Tyler and I. My dad and Ash were upstairs, while the other loverbirds when out for their lunch date.
"No, Mike, I really want a pale blue," Alexa complained, as Mike rolled his eyes, "I don't want outragious colors."
"But I want to express my style through the groomsmen"
Oh god, they're disagreeing about their Wedding stuff. This usually happens every day, when they decide to make early decisions.
"I hate the color lime green, it's too bright," she continued, "I want pale blue for the bridesmaids, so that means the groomsmen need to wear a matching color for their tie and..."
"Can't the girls wear hot pink then?"
"No," she shook her head, "I hate bright colors!"
"You have no creative mind," he commented rolling his eyes, "I don't want to do this right now."
"Whatever."
Tyler snorted as he stared at the young couple. So did Adam, he found them hilarious.
"Ty," I said with the sweetest voice possible, "Can we go to Carvel and get some milkshakes?"
"Fine," he groaned, as we stood up from the couch, "Let's go. Adam, want to come with us."
He shook his head; " No thanks, I'm enjoying myself right now...they make me laugh."
"Alright," Tyler pulled on my hand, and we left the house. We boarded my dad's car, I got to drive. He turned the radio on, and the song playing was "Lolli Lolli" He danced in his seat, trying to rap the lyrics. He looked too cute. I held in my laughter, and pulled up into the parking lot. I exited the car, and he did too.
As we entered the shop, a teenage girl stared at us. Her eyes widened once she recongized us.
"OH MY GOSH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "IT'S...IT'S... TYLER ORTON!"
Wow, she totally forgot about me. She ran over to him, squealing in happiness. He smirked, staring down at her. She looked to be about fifteen years old.
"I love you so much, you are the hottest guy ever, and the best wrestler ever," she rambled, "I love the way you come down the ramp, and your smirk! I have a million posters of you on my wall, and you should see my computer background. It's you!"
One word: Fangirl.
Instead of listening to the fangirl, I ordered a Chocolate milkshake and a Vanilla one. I paid for it myself, and when I turned around, there were five other girls crowding around him. He glanced at me with worried eyes. I had one idea pop into my mind. And it involved my 'heel' persona. I walked over to them
"Excuse me fangirls, can you leave my boyfriend alone? He's not interested in fifteen year old girls." I said harshly. the five girls scoffed, and one of them came over to me.
"You're just a hit and run. He's going to screw you, then leave you..."
"Who's he gonna leave me for? Don't tell me.. you?" I laughed, keeping my attitude on.
"Most likely."
"Sorry, he's not interested," I smirked, "Go back to wherever you came from, and gossip about the latest hook-up. Got it? Good."
The girl shook her head, and in her hand, was a Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream.
"Alexa is so going to kick your ass Sunday," Out of nowhere, she shoved the ice cream into my chest, "Take that bitch."
Gasping, I held in the anger. Now that was mean! She left Carvel, not before giving my boyfriend her number. He came to me, with napkins in one hand.
"That was a moment to remember," he helped me wipe off the ice cream, "They were seriously about to tackle me."
"I can tell," I giggled, "That girl is probably your biggest fan Ty. She seriously thinks you two are actually going to be together."
"Poor girl," he smirked, as we took a seat at a table, "She doesn't understand you're the only one for me."
"How can she? She's a fangirl."
He nodded, leaning his face closer to mine. His lips fell onto mine for a soft kiss. I heard gasps coming from outside. Want to take a guess? It was the fan-girls. And that certain one, glared at me, as if she were saying "He's mine"
Too bad, these girls don't know, Tyler and I are inseparable.
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