Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 55: Welcome To Smackdown.
A/N: Thank you for all of those who supported this story, and the reviewers and readers who have gone through this long journey with me.
For the last time, Enjoy the chapter...
Third POV.
Real men never cry, that was a simple statement. He guessed he wasn't a real man, for, he actually cried that Saturday Night. No one knew about it, besides him. He didn't want anyone to think he was a little sissy. Of course, he didn't care any longer, after all, his mind only concentrated on that one girl. The one girl who he had fell in love with from their first encounter, their first great time, and their first kiss. All the memories of them together just streamed back into his mind like a movie. He could remember almost all the memorable times they had together. His heart was shattered into pieces, and he knew, it would stay that way. He thought she would follow her heart - well - she did. Her heart led her to a different adventure. An adventure that wouldn't include him, for once.
"Ty," he heard the subtle voice of a certain diva, "Hey, Ty?"
He lifted his hood up, and stared at the petite red-head. Her hands fell to her hips, and her head tilted to the side.
"Oh, hey. Mike is with my dad, getting food...."
"I know," she took a seat next to him, "I wanted to talk with you."
He simply nodded, his hands fooling around with a golden chain, "Okay."
"I know, you're upset," she began, "I think I know how you feel...."
"No," he shook his head, and his green eyes met with her caramel brown ones, "I highly doubt that."
She shrugged slightly, "Look, when your heart is broken, the only thing you can do, is to try and move on. I know it'll be hard, but...."
"Alexa," he stopped her sentence, placing the chain into the black fuzzy box, "I would rather not talk about this, thank you for trying, I do appreciate it."
She swallowed thickly, and quickly stood up from the seat, "Did you say goodbye?"
"Alexa...."
"Tyler..."
"I haven't seen her since Saturday."
"Can I just give you one little piece of advice," she said in as serious tone, "I promise it will be the last one."
"Go for it." He rolled his eyes, and shoved a piece of jewelry in a black velvet square box.
"Head to the airport, in two hours or so...and say your good-byes."
He bit his bottom lip, staring down at the third piece of jewelry he had. She was right. He needed to see her, and speak with her for one last time.
If not, he would regret it.
First POV.
"....and who am I going to go shopping with? Oh god! How am I going to live without those amazing brownies you make?!"
Typical Mickie James. Her attitude toward my departure from the brand was pretty funny. She would miss me terribly, especially my chocolate chip brownies. I would miss her terribly also, she was a close friend of mine. She always helped me with my wrestling moves, and I could always go to her for advice. Now, I have no one to get advice from. My dad won't be there, nor will Ashley.
"I'll give Ashley the recipe," I giggled, shoving my toiletries into my huge purse.
"No! It won't be the same, and plus, Ashley isn't the best baker...."
"HEY!" The voice of the newlywed appeared from the opposite room, "I make the best carrot cake."
The former psycho rolled her eyes, making a gagging sound. Another giggle left my lips, as I finished up my last minute packing. The next time I would be in this house, would be during the Christmas Break most likely, and other holidays. It was quite sad to think, I would no longer come back here during the week, like I usually would do.
"Carrot cake sucks," Mickie stated, her finger twirling a strand of brown hair, "Right Hayden?"
I shook my head, "I have no idea what you're talking about, carrot cake is great."
"Are we ready girls?" My father's voice boomed into the room, "We need to get to the airport."
I nodded, holding up my two bags, "Here daddy, take my bags please?"
Mickie and Ashley, on the other hand, pushed past my dad, rushing toward the car. Obviously one of them wanted Shot gun. Little did they know, I would be the one to get shot gun. After all, it is my last day with them, for now. My insides felt broken, and my stomach was a bit queasy. I hadn't heard from him since Saturday. He was really upset, and after our dance, he hadn't spoken to me. It was quite heart-breaking for me also. That night, I cried like a baby. I promised myself I would no longer cry, but every time I promise that, it usually doesn't work out.
My dad exited the house, and I trailed behind him. Mickie and Ashley took a seat in the back, and I entered through the passenger door. He turned the car on, and pulled out of the driveway.
"Music, please?!" Mickie hummed a familiar tone, "Hayden.."
"Oh right," I flicked through the channels, and stopped on the upbeat tune, 'StarStrukk'. Immediately, the singing began, and my dad was ready to stop the car and run far from us. This memory was going to stay in my mind, just like the one I can never forget.
Flashback- Four years Ago.
"Well, someone spread a rumor about me." I hinted, taking a sip of my Iced Tea.
He rose an eyebrow and laughed nervously, "Really?"
"Yeah, they said You and I were a couple!" I burst out laughing at the thought.
He did the same, but his laugh was a nervous one.
"Is that bad?" he asked, with slight confusion.
"Yes, I mean, I don't like people spreading ugly rumors about me." I continued.
"But Tyler and Hayden sounds so perfect together!" He told me, with that infectious smirk.
I gave a disgusted look, however, it was on the playful side.
"Yeah, and that's like My dad and Melina together, which is gross." I compared, shrugging my shoulders.
He frowned at my comment, and bit his bottom lip. I couldn't tell whether his thought was a perverted, or stupid. He stood up from the table, and came closer to me. He leaned his closer and whispered in my ear, "Trust me, one day you're going to be mine."
End of Flashback.
And, he was right. I had become his, and it was one of the happiest moves I made. Now, everything is over, and sadness reeks at every place I enter. His face, attitude, and everything about him is permanently tattooed to my mind. Although I try so hard to get away from those thoughts, I can't help by remember the many memories that made us become a couple.
"Let's go," My dad's voice interrupted my thoughts, and soon, I found myself leaving the car. The Airport wasn't as full, and we went through the secret entrance. I wasn't in the mood to get mobbed my fans. Today, was the last time I would be in an airport with my dad, Ashley, and Mickie. Well - going to a WWE event, that is. My glasses lifted up from my face, and I placed them into my purse.
The noise of the airport filled through my ears, and many people crowded the Airport Security Checkmarks. Quickly, I went through each, with the three beside me. They would be taking a plane also, just to a different WWE event.
Puffing my cheeks, and letting out a breath, I took a seat by a near-by bench. My father was speaking on his cell, Ashley and Mickie were grabbing some snacks from the stand in front of their terminal. My eyes wandered through the Airport, and I spotted the SmackDown Superstars. I don't know how I'm going to get used to my new brand. It was going to be difficult, and I know I will be brand-sick. Brand-sick? Yes, that means missing your old brand. I would miss RAW so much, and the people there. I had said Good-Bye to all of them at the Wedding, and we did share some cries.
There was one good-bye I needed, and that person wasn't here.
Grabbing my cell-phone, I flipped through the contacts, and saw the one name that was written in my heart; Tyler. With my thumbs, I typed him a message, and sent it to him. I couldn't bare to talk to him on the phone, it would cause me more pain.
Tyler, I just wanted to say good-bye, and hopefully, I will be able to see you at one of the PPVS. If not, well, good luck. I know you will tear the house down at RAW, even if I'm not by your side.
--Hayden.
"Hayden! Do you want Oreos?!" Ashley yelled from the other side, "Or Cheetos?"
"Oreos!"
She smiled, and continued picking out snacks. My eyes stared at the time, in less than fifteen minutes, I will be entering a plane, and making my way to a new place. My dad smirked, as he shoved his cell-phone into his pocket. Instead of speaking with me, he went over to a strange man. This man was covered in baggy black clothes, a beard covering his face, and dark glasses. That's odd.
Suddenly, I felt a gold chain wrap around my neck, and the sight of a gold heart laid on my chest. Turning around, his green eyes met with mine. He was here, and my heart leaped up in the air.
"Tyler," I whispered, he took a seat right next to me, "What are you doing here?"
His fingers ran through his brown hair, and he stayed silent for just a moment. He took out his cell-phone, and frowned at the sight of the text message.
"It would have been better if you called, not sent me a lame text."
Wow.
"I thought...it was better through text. It's not like you cared, Tyler."
His eyes grew big, and he shook his head with ab it of disappointment, "Not care? What are you talking about?! I care a lot. I can't actually believe this is happening, I don't want it to. Look, I apologize for ignoring you the rest of the night, but, it was hard to let it all sink in."
"I know," I sighed, playing around with some strands of straight brunette hair, "Sorry for texting you...but...why are you here?"
"I needed to see you before you left. When is your flight leaving?"
"Soon."
"Okay," he took in a breath, "Then I'll make it quick."
No, I don't want him to make it quick.
"Alright."
"I'm going to miss you very much, I wish you wouldn't be going. Trust me, if I could, I would travel back in time, and change the fact that I committed such horrible mistakes..."
"No," I stopped him right there, "I'm glad you did that. Because, it showed me that we're better off...being..."
"Friends," he choked out, the idea to him wasn't great, "I want you to keep these. It was for a purpose, and they were meant for you."
He handed me two boxes, one with the promise ring, and the other, with the charm bracelet he had given me for my fourteenth birthday. These were my favorite pieces of jewelery.
I smiled, taking out the charm bracelet. He took it into his hands, and clipped it on my left wrist. It shined brightly, and the simple charm that read our initials stood out proudly.
"I don't know what I would have done without you, Hayden. You're my best friend, and now, I'm losing you..."
"That's not true. We will still see each other at PPVs."
"It's not the same," he shook his head, and grabbed my hand, "I love you, and maybe, one day, we can become a couple again."
Deep down, that's all I really wanted. For everything to be back the way it was. I wanted to be Tyler's girlfriend, and I wanted him to grab me into his arms, and kiss me passionately. Then again, that was in my mind. And right now, I'm living in reality.
"Flight 115 to St. Peters-burg, it's time to board," The Flight Woman stated. I stood up from the bench, and Tyler did the same.
"That's my flight..."
He nodded, and grasped my hand once more, "Good luck, and kick ass. I know you'll defend that Women's Championship, and show those girls what you're made of."
The tears wanted to come down, but there was no chance I would let it happen.
"I love you," I told him, "Do me a favor, please?"
"Anything."
I never thought these words would come out of my lips.
"Get over me, and find a new girl to share your love with," I shut my eyes, and opened them back up, "Please?"
His lips kissed my cheek softly, and breathed against my ear, "That's hard to do, when you're in love with someone that also loves you back."
My dad, the strange man, Ashley and Mickie waited by the terminal, watching Tyler and I. He was right, I still loved him. But it wasn't going to work out, I was working hard to get over it. He needed to do the same.
"Bye Tyler." I kissed his cheek, and embraced him in a hug.
"Later, Cutie." He smirked. It was the same smirk he greeted me with the first day I met him.
And then, I turned away, and approached the four adults. The strange man took off his clothes, revealing himself to be Randy. He hugged me tightly, spinning me around.
"I'm so going to miss you Lil' Cena," he smirked, "You better give it your all, and use the moves I taught you."
"I know Rands," I smiled brightly, kissing his cheek, "Take care of Mickie alright? If I find out you hurt her, I will come back, and kick your ass."
He wrapped an arm around Mickie, "Don't worry, I doubt I'll hurt her."
Ashley came over to me, and hugged me. She whispered comforting words in my ear, like, 'I'll miss you', and 'Take Care of yourself.'
"Love you Ash," I let go of her hug, "Have fun on your honeymoon, next week."
"I will."
The last person waiting for me, was my father. Instead, he took my bag, and we walked toward the entrance of the plane. It was only the two of us, and I saw the tears well up in his eyes. I could feel them well up in my eyes also. I stared at him, and he did the same. It was a long journey with him. We had gone through so much, and I knew, that all those disagreements happened for a reason. They made us closer, and I knew that, if I had never met him, my life wouldn't be this great.
My father was indeed my hero, and I knew that he would be the one I missed the most. He had done so much for me, even when I hated him. He never gave up on me, and never stopped loving me.
"I love you daddy," I let out a sob, and opened my arms toward him, "Thank you so much."
"No," he brought me into a long hug, "Thank you for giving me the chance Hayden. I knew I wouldn't be the best father in the world, but I'm glad you didn't give up on me. I love you baby girl."
"You are the best dad in the world," I told him, wiping away the tears that had fallen from my eyes, "You've taught me so much, thank you, for everything you have done for me. You don't know how much I appreciate everything."
He nodded, and we released from our hug. The last call was made, and now, I was close to leaving. I saw everyone near the entrance of the terminal, watching me.
And to think, I hated this place at first. To think, I hated the man in front of me. To think, Tyler annoyed me because of his flirtatious ways. Everything has changed, and now, I'm changing my path.
"I love you," I told him, before kissing his cheek, "See you soon."
"I love you too baby girl, " he smiled, "Good luck."
And with one last wave to the group, I turned on my heel, and entered the plane entrance. Behind me was the past. The past I cared for so much, and have learned so much from.
Entering the plane, I took a seat, and saw the SmackDown Superstars settle there things. I smiled at them, and the person next to me was quite familiar. What was he doing here? I thought he was staying on RAW?
"Hayden," he smirked, running a hand through his colored locks, "Are you excited?"
"Yeah," I told him with a huge grin, "Are you Jeffery?"
"Hell yeah!"
Suddenly, the General Manager, Vickie Guerrero, stood in front of the plane, her eyes on Jeff and I.
"Everyone, can I get your attention?"
The Superstars nodded, some whispering to each other.
"You all already know Mr. Hardy. So, I would like you to give a warm welcome, to our New Smackdown Diva," she smiled at me, "Hayden Cena."
Everyone chanted a warm welcome, and Vickie approached me, a friendly smile showing across her face.
"Welcome To your new home, Smackdown."
And then, I smiled, my hand shaking hers, "I'm glad to be part of the family."
It is my time to explore a different show, and start making new friends. So far, it was off to a great start.
SmackDown was my new home, and it was for the best.
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THE END.
Thank you for all of those reviewers and readers who stayed with me through everything!
It's over, and I can't help but feel happy and sad all at once! This story was like my baby!
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xoxo, Michelle