A/N: Well boys and girls…I think we're coming to the home stretch. There are only about 2 more chapters to this story. I think I've done everything that I needed to and I've told the story that I wanted to tell.

I know this chapter has been highly anticipated and I'm hella scared to post it. I don't know what you were expecting, but this is what I had always envisioned. With that…I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 12

Parker felt like a prisoner taking that last walk before she reached the death chamber. She felt like every pair of eyes in that bar was looking at her. But in reality, she knew there were only a handful of people that knew who she was and that the comments John Cena made were about her. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she took a deep breath. Just standing a few feet from Randy Orton made her stomach turn; it was all she could do not to lower her eyes in shame. But, feeling Avery's hand protectively clutch hers and feeding off of her strength, Parker hoisted up her chin and showed no fear.

Randy walked slowly over to Parker and Avery and he lowered his head in embarrassment for his friend. He didn't know Parker, not like that. But he knew that no one deserved what she had done to her. He wasn't going to apologize for Cena. John fucked up and whatever he had coming to him, he deserved. "You okay?" It was the only thing that he could think to say to her. Randy wasn't worried if he looked like he was selling out his best friend, or kissing up to Parker. He only wanted to make sure that the spark he had seen in Parker's eyes and that fighting spirit and wit was still there. She was a diamond in the rough and he needed to make sure that John hadn't tarnished that.

Avery watched Parker nod at Randy's question, but she wasn't worried about Parker's psyche. She knew Parker, and Parker was fine…John Cena being fine was another story. "Where's that bitch at?"

Randy motioned his head toward the bar and stepped in front of Parker to stop her from advancing. "You don't have to do this. I'll talk to him, if you want."

"I got it." Parker let go of Avery's hand and took a step into the room. This time she was sure that people were looking at her. And they were, because as soon as Avery spotted Cena, the Highlandtown version of the Jerry Springer Show started.

"Where's his clown ass?" Avery shouted through the bar, causing heads to turn. She took large strides toward the table and ignored everyone else there. Her eyes locked solely on Cena's head. "Yeah motherfucker…where's all that bullshit you was popping on the fucking TV? I dare your punk ass to say something now. Say something bitch…so I can kick your fucking heart out." Avery bucked up, like she was about to hit him and found herself growing angrier that Cena just sat there quietly.

There was snicker at the end of the table that caught Avery's attention. "Well if it ain't Laurel and Hardy. Where's the fat one?" Charlie had a smile on his face the entire time.

Without thinking, Avery picked up Jeff Hardy's drink and hummed the tumbler at Charlie Haas' head. She watched as he ducked and the glass shattered on the wall behind him, but not before the liquid inside made it to Charlie's face and clothes.

"What the fuck?" Charlie jumped up from the table ready to attack. "You crazy bitch!" His sudden movements forced Shelton and Carly to jump up, too. There was no way they were going to let him advance toward Avery, no matter what she did.

Just watching Haas become hostile forced Avery to react; she already had one knee on the table and was about to leap over it to get to her new target. She didn't stop until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist to pull her back. "Yeah bitch, I am fucking crazy! Come around this table and I'll show you how crazy I am!" She tried to pull away from Jeff Hardy and make it around that table to get to Charlie. "You're lucky I ain't crack your fucking forehead!"

John sat in silence still shaking his head. If Avery was that pissed off and he hadn't said anything about her, there was no telling what Parker was capable of.

"You little dick motherfucker. You have the fucking nerve to sit here like your shit don't stink." Avery held up her hands to signal that she was calm and felt Jeff let her go. She rested both palms on the table in front of Cena and stared him down. "I told you before, that I would help her burn this bitch down before I let you make fun of her. Did you think I was fucking playing with you? I'm about to show your ass how we do things in B-more. That fucking move you pulled is about to get your ass cut."

"Avery." Parker's approach to the table was silent, but the intensity in her voice made her presence known. She looked at Jeff and nodded. "Take her outside or something, please?"

"Come on." Jeff put his arm around Avery's waist and dragged her out the room still yelling threats at Cena.

Parker looked stoically over the tip of nose, down at John. She could feel Randy's hand on her shoulder but she shook it off. She didn't need any help, not for this. "Can I talk to you in private?"

Embarrassment is a funny thing and it makes people react in different ways. John Cena knew for a fact that what he did was wrong, but the fact that he was embarrassed that Parker was there to confront him, changed his behavior. Not to mention the little scene that Avery put on, made his table the center of attention; everyone was looking for his reaction. Instead of taking it like a man; John Cena acted like one. "We ain't got nothing to talk about."

"I think we do." She wasn't going to lose her cool. It was imperative for her message to be effective that John didn't know how badly he hurt her. She had already reacted too much to his words; she wasn't giving him the satisfaction of hurting her again.

He looked at the faces of his friends at the table and felt his jaw tighten at the disgusted look that Randy was casting. "It's all out in the open, now. Anything you gotta say to me, say it here. I don't care."

"I know what it feels like to be humiliated and I'd rather not do that to you in front of an audience." She was trying to be the bigger person, but he wasn't making that easy. The way he held his mouth, with his tongue playing with the corner of his lip and the challenging way his brow raised, pissed her off.

"I ain't got nothing to say to you."

"Well I got plenty to say to you. For example…that whining and begging and shit that you do, right before you cum, makes you sound like a little bitch. You might wanna stop doing that. And before you talk shit about how big your cock is while somebody's sucking on it…you might want to grow a few inches. Because believe me, I'm a big girl and that little shit you're working with, was like a fucking snack to me. I passed up a night with a real man that could have had my ass speaking in tongues to be with you while you were trying to find your way around. You got the night of your life, and all I got was a semi-wet ass and a tribute on a national talk show. You owe me this. Now, do you want me go on or can we talk in private?"

"Cena man…you gonna let that fat bitch talk to you like that?" Charlie didn't know when to shut the fuck up. Not even when Shelton pulled him away from the table, did he stop. "Tell that fat bitch to suck a dick."

"You don't have to like me, but you will respect me. Do you understand?" Parker wasn't there to defend herself against Charlie, but she would serve his ass on a platter if he didn't close his mouth. And the stern tone to her voice alerted him that now was the time for him to tip out the fucking door.

John stood up slowly and looked at Parker. Without saying anything, he walked to the patio door of the bar and held it open for her. He knew that she deserved to say her peace, and truthfully, he didn't want his friends or anyone for that matter to hear it.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Randy asked as she started to follow Cena.

Parker shook her head and walked proudly to the door. What she had to tell John was for his ears only. And nothing was going to stop her from saying what was on her mind.

John made his way to the brick ledge on the patio and leaned against it. He folded his hands at his lap and crossed his feet as his ankles. He never let his eyes reach hers. "Parker, I…" He huffed. There was nothing he could say to justify it. No matter how he tried, it was wrong. "I tried to get it edited. I didn't mean for it to come off like that."

"You didn't mean for it to come off like that? How the fuck did you mean it?" Parker dropped her hands to her sides in angry fists. She wasn't going to hit John, but she tempted. "All you had to do was answer that one fucking question, with a yes or a no. You didn't have to go into it. You didn't have to open your fucking mouth."

"You think I did that shit on purpose?" He was offended that she would think so little of him. "I don't put people on blast. That ain't my thing. I went in there and I got caught up. I didn't mean to embarrass you about how you look."

"How I look? You think that's what I'm pissed about? You are the biggest fucking asshole I have ever met." This went so far beyond her physical appearance; this was about his complete lack of human decency. "John, I'm fat. I know this… I accept it. I have been this way my entire life. I'm not embarrassed about how I look or any of that other shit. I'm not ashamed of me…what I am ashamed of, is that I slept with you. You didn't deserve me. You let me think that you were this halfway decent guy, but you turned out to be a fucking fraud. I'm better than that…I'm better than you. You don't deserve somebody like me; not your best day."

"I'm not gonna pretend that I understand about your weight struggle…"

"What weight struggle? I don't struggle with my weight, you do. I don't care about it. I'm happy. When I go to bed at night, I rest comfortably knowing that I'm a good person and I don't have to put down other people to make myself look better. That's some sad shit, John." She couldn't explain it enough to him. And he still didn't get it. "You gave me the night that I had dreamed about, but then you managed to turn that into my biggest nightmare. You let me think I mattered, only to tell me that I was joke. I can get over the fact that I was a challenge put out to you from your friends. I can get over that you told everyone I blew you…I would get mad props from my friends if they knew about that. But, what I can't get over is how disgusted you were with being with me.

If it was that bad, John, why did you keep coming back? If I was that gruesome, why is it that you kept fucking me? Is being with a BBW like your new fetish or something? What we did in that hotel room was between us and you put it out in the streets to be made fun of. And to top it off, you fucking lied about it. It wasn't a hit and split and you damn well know that. I can't believe I gave myself to somebody like you, you ungrateful bastard. But, I was supposed to be the grateful one because you let me suck your cock? What kind of shit is that? You should be grateful, because I'm a fucking goddess and I lowered my standards to be with you.

I've been dealing with people like you forever. I'm always the first one to joke about my weight and I listen to people say horrible things about me, because of how I look. But, why should I put myself down and let people like you decide what I'm worth. They don't know me…you don't know me. But somehow, you think because you're what they consider attractive, it gives you the right to berate me? It's because of people like you that I don't eat in public. It's because of people like you that everything I put in my mouth has to be a fucking secret. I'm tired of justifying my existence to people like you. So, either accept me or step the fuck off."

Parker felt her anger slipping away from her. John wasn't responsible for the entire world's reaction to her, but he was a small part of the whole. She had to bring the conversation back to the issue at hand before she made John her scapegoat for all of the verbal abuse she had faced throughout her life. She wasn't letting him get off that easy. If he thought that she was just lashing out at him because she could, all of her talking would have been in vain. John Cena needed to know exactly how what he did effected her and what he lost as a result of it. "Did you know that for a minute, I flipped out on Avery? Did you know that I actually doubted my self-worth because of an asshole like you? I'm so much more than you will ever understand. And no matter how much I explained it to you, you still don't get that. You could have been a pleasant memory. You could have been the guy whose name brought a smile to my face. You could have been my friend. You could have stayed my favorite wrestler. You could have been the really hot guy that for one night saw me for more than my weight. But you fucked that up. And now… you're nothing to me. That hurts, John."

"I didn't mean to hurt you." John finally looked at her and his heart broke. He had caused another person pain, just by his words. He made another person feel like he use to feel when he was constantly picked on and bullied. He didn't mean it. He wished he could take it all back. But he knew that he couldn't.

"Well… it's too late, you did." She could feel tears starting to roll down her face, but they weren't from sadness they were from anger. "I may be fat and you may be an Adonis, but underneath of all of those muscles and that bullshit tough guy image you have; you're still that little skinny kid getting your ass beat, worried about what people think of you. The world looks at me and thinks that I need to change, but what I see in my mirror tells me, I'm perfect just the way I am. You're the one with the fucked up body image, not me. So until you get your shit together and battle your own demons, don't you dare open your fucking mouth about mine."

John watched as she started to walk away and reached out to touch her hand. "Parker…I'm sorry. How can I make this right?"

"You are sorry. And there's nothing you can do to fix this." She had said what she wanted to say. It was done. John Cena was a distant memory to her now. As soon as she reached the door leading back to the bar, she turned to him one last time. "You know…you may have the beautiful body, but I am the body beautiful. I'd rather be that any day of the week. Cause what's the sense of being beautiful on the outside when you have such an ugly heart?"

Parker wiped her tears and held her head up as she walked back into that bar, with everyone staring at her. She spotted Avery at the table with Jeff, Carly, Shelton and Randy and Charlie was no where in sight. As soon as she saw her friend, she let herself cry. But these tears were cleansing. She was free of the hurt and embarrassment. She came out on top and it was the feeling of empowerment…the embracing of the beautiful woman that she was, that made her cry with joy. She smiled as she approached the table. "I'm done."

Randy Orton stood up and wrapped Parker in his arms and kissed the side of her head. "If you want, I could still kick his ass."

"Nah…that's okay. I think Avery wants that honor." Parker allowed herself to feel protected in Randy's arms and she rested her head against his chest.

"She ain't going nowhere. If I gotta watch her all night…she ain't fighting." Jeff Hardy had no idea that that was what Avery was banking on.

Parker let go of Randy and smiled at her friend. She knew Avery like the back of her hand. "I'm tired…I'm gonna go upstairs." She was surprised to get hugs from all of the men at the table. They all told her that they were proud of her and they were sorry for the bet and any grief that they caused. She wasn't mad at them; not anymore. It didn't matter now, because no one was going to break her ever again. "Good night." She said to the table and laced her hand in Randy's.

Avery looked at Parker and Randy's hands joined and gave her friend a nod and the go ahead for whatever. It wasn't about Avery's fading crush on Orton or her ever growing crush on Jeff anymore; it was about Parker feeling as beautiful as she really was. Avery looked up at Parker and raised her drink. This night was working out better than she had expected. And if Cena happened to come back in from the patio, while she was still at the table…that would just be the icing on the cake.

Randy walked to the elevator with Parker quietly. He really didn't know what to expect. But it was the gentle way that Parker tossed her hair over her shoulder and put her head down and rolled it from side to side to release her stress, that he found endearing. He couldn't resist massaging her neck and when her eyes lifted to his, he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. He could have cared less who in that hotel saw him with her, either. He pulled back and ran his thumb across her lip to seal in his kiss. "Cena's an asshole. He has no idea how beautiful you are."