short, but important.

Ruby

Chapter Ten

I was sitting in the diva's locker room at the end of the night. There was only about five minutes left in the show, and the rest of the girls had the t.v. on to watch. I haven't seen Cena all night, although I had made it a pretty good point to avoid him, but this last five minutes belonged to him and I wanted to watch.

His music was playing, fans were screaming, haters were booing, and the commentators were leading up to the topic of him. Then nothing. He didn't come out. "Where is he?" Torrie frowned, knowing like me that the WWE and the fans were Cena's life. Chloe started whimpering, begging to be picked up, so Torrie set her on her lap.

I shook my head, focusing on the screen. I thought that if I concentrated enough, I could force him out from behind the curtain. Nothing happened. His music kept playing, the fans kept screaming, and still nothing. The screen faded to black as the WWE logo flashed across it.

McWhore came stumbling through the door. "Has anyone seen John?" She squeaked, clearly concerned. We all mumbled a distinct 'no', and watched as she fumbled over herself to get out of the room.

Maria stood from her seat on the bench and stood next to the television. "Mind if I change the channel?" It was funny; Maria always openly admitted that she loved to watch the 11 o'clock news. If you think about it, it's a oxymoron. Still, we let her change the channel. It's not like the program was going to magically come back on if Cena showed up. She turned the volume down, to let us engage in gossiping, then turned on Fox 56 news at eleven.

"I wonder what happened to him." Victoria sighed, beginning to take off her knee-braces.

"Ace, you're always with him. What happened?" Torrie stepped in, placing Chloe in her bag. "He's okay, right?"

"No!" Maria screamed a reply, pointing to the screen. "Look!" She grabbed the remote and upped the volume.

There was a huge car crash, involving a two cars and a tracker-trailer, on the highway just outside the arena. One of the car's was Cena's. The car was so mangled, that the only way I could tell was because the announcer had released names:

"...just outside the arena where the WWE Champion was supposed to perform tonight. In a split second, the two cars were totaled, killing one of the driver's instantly. The other has been sent away to the nearest hospital. His condition has not been made available..."

I grabbed my keys, completely forgetting everything else, and ran out of the arena. All I kept thinking: Please God, let him be in the hospital...

I know it sounds horrible but, considering that the other option was death, I guess it's not as bad as it sounds.