Chapter 29
Before Nicoya could even say a word, there was commotion outside of the office, causing her midnight blue eyes to widen slightly. She slowly stood up from her desk, seeing her brother was ready to kick some serious ass, and swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. She could clearly hear John's voice and began to tremble, flashbacks of that night in the hotel room going through her mind. She covered her mouth with her hand when the door began getting kicked in, backing away, and felt the tears spill down her cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly shut. His voice. His brutality. She could feel it happening to her and that's what was causing her to tremble harder.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T FUCKING GO IN THERE? IT'S JUST THE GODDAMN WRITERS AND I WANT MY FUCKING SCRIPT!" John exploded, obviously irate, not believing these guards were preventing him from doing his job. "STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN SAYS, HUH? NICOYA!" He obviously put two and two together, not stupid as much as people thought he was. He was actually highly intelligent. "IT'S BEEN TWO GODDAMN YEARS, GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF!"
"Christ…" Nicoya whispered, pressing a hand to her stomach, and felt sicker as he kept kicking the door in. She gasped when she heard two grunts and groans, followed by the dropping of a heavy object, and looked at her brother with fear filled eyes as the door knob slowly turned. It wasn't locked either as Nicoya's blood pressure and fear began to rise off the charts and instantly rushed over to hide behind her desk, shaking like a leaf.
Steve was on his feet, staring at the door, blocking the way to Nicoya, his body language clearly saying he was ready for whatever was about to happen. Suddenly, all activity outside halted. Steve frowned, wondering what the Hell was going on, glancing back at Nicoya, but not moving. He grunted, dropping like a ton of bricks suddenly. John smirked, leaning in the now open doorway, having tossed that heavy object, a lead pipe, and nailed Steve right in the head, knocking him out temporarily.
"Steve!" Nicoya shrieked and immediately snapped her head up, staring at her attacker and psycho ex-boyfriend, swallowing hard. She was trembling from head to toe as she slowly backed away from him, her hands up, and could already feel the tears cascading down her cheeks. "John, please don't do anything you'll regret…think about this for a minute." She was trying to coax him out of any thoughts of harming her out of his mind, not wanting to experience another beating like the last time.
John looked amused, his blue eyes shining wickedly as he kicked the door shut behind him, walking into the office. "Don't do anything I might regret? Now didn't you say the SAME thing to me two years ago?" He smirked, looking down at Steve and shaking his head, making a 'tsking' noise. "And two years ago, if memory serves me right, I ignored it." He stopped to look over the torn scripts. "But-I'm here for my script, you silly bitch. Where is it?"
"It's not…ready yet. I just got here a few hours ago…and we're starting them all over again." Nicoya quietly answered, her voice incredibly shaky so her sentences were choppy as she swallowed hard. "John, please don't hurt me." She stared back into his blue eyes, holding her hands up, and the tears just kept flowing, not knowing what she was going to do now that her brother and the guards were all detained. "Please don't…" She whispered pleadingly, her back finally hitting the wall, and pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling like she was going to be sick at any given second.
That amused look never left John's face as a cruel smile formed on his lips. "I'm not going to hurt you, Nicoya. Do you think I'm THAT stupid?" He snorted, backing away from her. "Though this bit with Steve MIGHT not look good. Him bleeding from his head and all…But that's easily explained away, especially since if you DECIDED to fight me in court all over again…you RAN so they're kinda thinking you're full of shit."
"That doesn't mean my brother won't press charges on you, John." Nicoya stated, her voice still quiet, and kept her arms at her sides as she glanced at her brother briefly before focusing her attention back on her ex-boyfriend. "Or his guards for that matter. Not to mention the fact that there are witnesses in the hallway since this is a pay-per-view and all." She cleared her throat when she seen him getting angry again, begging him to hit her just once.
"First off Coya, dearest, there weren't any witnesses, this stretch of hallway is mostly deserted. Vince has a habit of keeping the wresters in the least busy parts of the arenas, keeps their minds focused." John informed her, loving the look that adorned her face. Things had changed since her departure. "Secondly, they all can press charges all they want, who's to say it wasn't part of the show?"
"That's bullshit and you know it, John." Nicoya barked back at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest, the fire erupting in her eyes as she clenched and unclenched her fists. "Number one, there was no camera around. Two, the guards were hired by MY brother, which you just hit in the head with a pipe, and that has NOTHING to do with the show. And three, Mr. Hotshot, you think you're so slick don't you? Well I got new for you, you are going to slip one day. One day it's going to come crashing down on you and when it does, I'm going to be there when your psycho ass is finally locked up for GOOD."
"Now Ms. Harris," John paused, sounding wounded by her words. "Is that ANY way for you to talk to one of your 'clients'? How was I supposed to know it wasn't scripted? After all, like you said, it'll be a few hours until my script is ready and you had to start all over from scratch." He smirked slightly when she blanched again. "Everyone knows Vince likes to take a hand in the script writing when he feels the writers aren't doing their jobs. Welcome back."
"Trust me, I've spoken to Vince and he's given me FULL authority over all the scripts and THIS little scene WON'T be in YOURS or ANYONE else's, Mr. Cena. Trust me, the police will be called about this incident just to let YOU know. Thanks for the welcome back, but I don't need it." She replied in a deceptively sweet tone of voice, her eyes not showing any emotion. Having locked them inside of her and placed her hands on her hips. "Now vacate my office right now." She ordered, pointing at the door, and pursed her lips tightly together. Pushing the visions of what he'd done to her firmly out of her mind.
John shook his head, sighing sadly. "That's a crying shame, Ms. Harris." Odd how he was using the name Ms. Harris, he actually sounded respectful. "Because incase you didn't KNOW-" He knew she didn't, she'd been gone for two damn years. "Anything you put in a script, won't hold up in court, we're ENTERTAINMENT."
"I'm not putting anything in the script, John." She stated, assuring him of that factor, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Trust me, I'm not going to bring this job into it at all. This is personal between us and what happens WILL stay off the television. I know we're entertainment, you moron, I'm not stupid. I'm highly intelligent in fact, which is why I know what you're trying to pull and believe me when I say this, it's NOT working, Mr. Cena." She sounded respectful. Though there was a bittersweet edge to her tone of voice.
John nodded, impressed by her somewhat, though he hid it well. "Good thinking Coya. Then this-" He raised his boot and brought his foot down full force on Steve's already bleeding head, smirking when the wound obviously got worse. "Doesn't count. Let me know when you got my script ready, honey." He winked at her obscenely before walking out.
Nicoya quickly rushed to her brother's side, tears sliding down her cheeks, and started crying hysterically. "Steve, please wake up…" She pleaded with him, sniffling, and couldn't believe John had done that. He was going to pay for this because it was NOT part of the script. She knew she couldn't call the police on John. Her brother would have too as she kept shaking him.
Steve groaned, some minutes later, his eyelashes fluttering though he didn't open his eyes. "Coya?" He murmured, raising a slow, lethargic hand to feel his head. "Goddamn baby girl, what happened? I feel like I got my ass ran over by a semi, then backed over a couple times…" He frowned, feeling his own blood trickling from his forehead.
Nicoya started crying harder, knowing her brother couldn't remember what happened, and felt so helpless at the moment. She just stood up and wrapped her arms around herself, walking away from him, and plopped down in her chair, burying her face in her hands, and started sobbing violently. How could she defeat John? What was it going to take to get him out of her life for good? Forever? She wanted him gone for good, but she didn't want to kill him. Miraculously enough because that's not the type of person Nicoya was.
Slowly but surely, Steve managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Finally, reluctantly, opening his eyes and then blinking, the light of the room automatically making his headache even worse then it already was. "Coya, honey, what the Hell happened?" He asked, his eyes finally focusing on her. Looking more concerned for her then himself. Pressing a hand against the bleeding wound on his head and slowly getting to his feet. "John was here? It was him wasn't it?" He was going to KILL that son of a bitch!
Nicoya could only nod, her sobs overtaking her body, and sniffled harshly, not believing on her FIRST night back, John had already struck. She suddenly shot her head up, her midnight blue eyes widened, and stood up from her chair instantly. "Alyssa! We have to find her! We have to find Mark! I don't want anything happening to my baby!" She was hysterical by now.
"Calm down, Coya! You know damn well Mark ain't gonna let nothin' happen to that child." Steve said, grabbing her by the arms, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Calm down honey, you can't go out of here hysterical. If you walk into his dressin' room like this, you'll panic Aly."
"Steve, he took down your two guards and YOU! What makes you think for one second he can't take down Mark? Mark is tall and strong, but he's a fucking human being!" Nicoya shouted, the panic overtaking her body, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She needed to do it because she knew if Alyssa saw her like this, her daughter would instantly become scared and that's not something Nicoya wanted. She knew Alyssa was safe with Mark, but after what John did to her brother and the guards, she honestly didn't know what John was capable of or how far he'd go.
Steve knew that the only way to calm Nicoya would be to take her to see Alyssa and confirm she was safe. He pulled off his t-shirt and wadded it up, pressing it against his bleeding head and sighed, nodding. In his defense, the pipe being thrown at his head wasn't exactly something he could have defended against. Not when he hadn't been looking in the direction. "Come on honey, let's go then." He said, reaching out for her hand.
"No, I'm not going anywhere right now. I just need to calm down before I end up hyperventilating and you are NOT going to see your niece looking like that. Go get stitched up and then we'll go see her." Nicoya stated, backing up from him, and slowly sunk down her chair. The tears began spilling down her cheeks harder as she buried her face in her hands. She couldn't believe what just happened and could only pray that Mark would be able to protect Alyssa from John.
"Yer comin' with me." Steve stated flatly, not about to leave her alone with a madman on the loose. He took her hand, not giving Nicoya any time to protest and walked out into the hallway, grunting when he see the guards were still down. He'd deal with these clowns later. Security guards his ass! By the time he was through with these morons, they'd be lucky if they'd be allowed to patrol Toys-R-Us.
Nicoya walked with her brother down the hallway, knowing better than to argue with him at this point, especially with John lurking in the shadows. They arrived at the trainer's office a few minutes later and Steve forced her to wait inside the room with him. She sat in a nearby chair, her mind going to her daughter, her precious angel, and hoped she was okay. She had to take a few deep breaths to calm down, her hands clasped tightly together, and pressed them to her forehead while her eyes closed, praying silently. Praying that John stayed away from Alyssa. Even though she knew that wasn't going to happen.
Steve watched Nicoya as his head was stitched up, wincing because it hurt like a bitch. Finally, when it was done, he had the migraine sent from Hell, his temples pounding with pain. "Let's go see Alyssa." He said, wincing when she jumped, apparently he'd startled her out of her reverie. "Come on, Coya." Steve bent down to help her up, gently guiding her from the room and down the hallway, heading towards Mark's dressing room. He sighed in relief when he seen the door was closed, hearing laughter coming from inside.
Nicoya heard her daughter's laughter and breathed a sigh of relief, her hand pressed over her heart, and looked up at her brother, seeing he wasn't bloodied up anymore. The trainer had cleaned up the wound pretty good and sealed it shut. Though she knew Alyssa would notice it. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door and opened it after hearing Mark's voice. She immediately ran to her daughter, dropping to her knees, and wrapped her tightly in her arms as she started crying hysterically. She knew she was scaring Alyssa, but she couldn't help it and buried her face in her hair, knowing she was safe and sound. She was glad John hadn't tried to see her daughter or fought with Mark. Especially after what he did to her brother and his two bodyguards.