Alright, for anybody who knows me is aware that I haven't touched a computer in over a year. I had some personal problems to assist too and thats why I been gone for so long. I haven't written during the time I was gone so my writing maybe alittle 'crappy.' I probably lost the ability I had since I been absent from fiction, so please excuse me on that. I will get better, trust me I always have a way to redeem myself.

Heres the long await Chapter 6 of If It All Ended Tomorrow. Please review and let me know what you think. Good people inspire me..thanks.

kisses, hugz, and jorrie luv-kay

Chapter 6

The grey inside him adopted the color of black as the feeling of loneliness began to have its power in him. He rocked back on the leather recliner with his crystal blue eyes focused on the transparent window trying to avoid the party that was going on across the field at the Wilson's. But how can he possibly ignore it? It was like ignoring a raid in front of house. There were his peers over there having a hell of a time and here he was alone on a Friday night in the hellhole they all call the, Orton Mansion.

Every night had been like this, his father would either be at work or some corny ass fishing trip so there was no one in the house often but him. Being left alone wasn't bad at all but its been going on all Randy's life and it sunk him deeper into a pool of great stress. When he was young he always thought his father was some sort of rock star that had to be away a lot and he wished it had been true. If his father was a rock star than that would be a reasonable excuse to why he was gone all the time. He knew that he didn't have the connection with his father like people thought he did. They were the poster picture example of a father and son in the town but it was bullshit to Randy.This whole damn thing nearly depresses him. He was now beginning to wish he had a brother or sister to share the walls of his home with. He figured that things would have been better that way so he wasn't so alone all the time.

Grabbing the small glass on the side full of Jack Daniels liquor he takes a small sip. Randy wasn't much of a drinker but at times like these he needed a drink or two just to relax the tense muscles in his body. The strong taste ran down his throat and he began to be comforted by the beverage. As the liquid continued to rivered down his throat the sound of the door bell nearly made him choke. He paused for a few beats realizing that it was almost eleven o'clock and didn't have a clue on who would be ringing his door this late. Carelessly shrugging he ignores the first ring and has another sip when the bell rang again. That time however there was a serious amount of pounding on the door resulting him to get off his butt to see what was going on.

"What the fuck is going on to whoever is there?! That's a oak door and if it breaks your paying for it!" He yells walking towards the wooden material as the pounding continued refusing to miss a second. "My old man isn't home right now so if your one of those annoying marketing people we don't want whatever your trying to sell us! Its an hour before midnight for crying out loud! Don't you fuckin people have any common sense?!"

His heart began to race as conclusions suddenly swam through his mind. Was this a robbery? He began to think for the worse and without a hesitation he reached over for the baseball bat on the side and marched to open the door. He swallowed the frightful emotions in and opened the door hard.

The oak material flew open and before he knew it Stacy unexpectedly fell into his arms. She was full of tears and her face choked on sorrow not being able to get words out.

"Stace!" Randy says being in a panic frenzy. His heart which beated in lightning previously now raced in the speed of light. His face redden as he pulled Stacy in being concerned to death.

Stacy's body was profoundly dead. She wasn't moving at all but her lips and hands shrived in fear. "Stacy! Say something! Your scaring me!" Randy says studying her appearance when he noticed that her underwear was hanging ripped below her thigh.

"No." He said quietly shaking his head refusing to believe it. "NO!" He yelled out in anger forming a hard fist as Stacy sobbed loudly still unable to form words.

"Who did this to you?!" Randy demanded losing his cool as his newly born rage jolted through the veins in his hand as it shook ready to hurt the first man that crossed his path. He's never been this angry before. It was the first time in his life where he found himself twitching to kill somebody.

Stacy just shook her head looking like she was too scared to tell him. Randy refused to take that as an answer and without any thinking right he grabbed Stacy hard by her boney shoulders and shook her. "Tell me who did this to you! Tell me!" He yells at her face as she looks away pouting hysterically. Her emotions overload and she failed to form words. Instead she points a finger towards the open door and directs Randy across the field where the party was.

Randy followed her finger and got the message. "What the hell were you doing there!? That's the jock party! Who the hell brought you there!?" He continued to yell at her. It hurt him to see her this way but it also pissed him off that she wasn't saying a thing.

"Stace, who the hell-" Before he can even finish his sentence and think things through only one person popped in his head.

"Cena."

No, he couldn't possibly do this to Stacy. Randy thought to himself but being as frustrated and angry as he was, Randy didn't give a damn whether John was their friend or not. That guy turned into the one of the most popular football jocks in a matter of weeks and Randy wasn't sure if all this attention was getting over his head. Has John changed? Has he changed into another Lenser? Hunter? Or maybe even that sick perverted scum Masters?

"Did that son of a bitch do this to you?!" He ordered out of Stacy who froze of shock at Randy's conclusion.

She couldn't move her lips as she started to regret coming to Randy in the first place. She wanted to find John but was afraid they were going to make a scene at the party. About to touch Randy's arm to signal him to calm down her fingers met the thin air rather than his arm. Randy left her on the floor and stormed out the door. She just screams after him on the floor in tears spotting a baseball bat in the hands of Randy as he made his way through the field.

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"Well are you willing to give this a shot?" The beach blonde sitting close besides him asked.

John looks at her for a few seconds trying to recollect himself after their short lived makeout session which he promised to never get lured in again. These things happen at parties all the time and Torrie might be a little tipsy. He wasn't claiming she was but there was probably a good possible chance she had a few drinks. He couldn't exactly put the right circumstances together to why she would want him. He didn't understand and but was willing too. It wasn't everyday when the heavens above give you a girl that looks like this.

"Cena!" She pulls his sleeve trying to get his attention. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'm listening." He answers taking his eyes off her.

"So?" She says slowly running her long fingernails down his shoulder as if she was trying to seduce him again.

"So what?" John shrugs trying to act like he was clueless and didn't hear her question.

Torrie just chuckles and removes her hands off him. "I thought you said that you were a good listener?"

John shakes his head. "I never said that."

"Ok, you didn't say that but still you look like the 'listening' type of guy. Are you?" She raises her already arched eyebrows questioning him.

John just smiles. "Are into the 'listening' types?"

Her beautiful face pouted up in a smile aiming back at his which John admired a lot. She had the most breath taking smile he's seen in anyone. Her beauty shown through and that was proof that she was as good as a person as she was beautiful. You didn't see a lot of girls like that today. "Well, it depends how long your willing to listen." She answers teasing him with her pink lips now tightly close forcing to hold back another smile as she took her eyes off him and set them on the mini water fountain in front of them.

"Hmm, well for me it depends whether I'm gonna get a kiss at the end for listening." He grins teasing her back as he watched her pale face glow in a light blush. Usually if a girl blushes that was a signal she was beginning to feel shy or uncomfortable in a situation but he decided to go on with the teasing. A blushing Torrie was too cute to ignore.

"Your blushing?" He asked.

"What? No, that's just my makeup."

"Makeup? How may layers of that shit do you wear? About as much as Trish?"

"Why? You like natural looking women?" She questions him back.

John grits his teeth together. He has never spoken to a person that gets back at him with questions all the time. "Yeah, you can say I'm into the natural look."

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you I'm not wearing makeup and I was blushing?"

"No, cause I like you already." He whispers close to her ear tickling her with his hot breath as she giggled lightly pulling him closer to her. He thought she was going to kiss him again but instead she offers him a drink.

"I don't drink." He says completely forgetting that he had a bottle of beer sitting on the bench besides him that he got from Jericho earlier.

Torrie just laughs as she spotted the bottle. "I don't mean beer Cena, I mean do you want something else to drink rather than that? I don't drink either." She says confirming to him that she wasn't drunk.

"What do you have?"

"You like soda?"

"Sure."

Torrie then gets up from the bench and heads inside to fetch the drinks. It wasn't until he was completely alone when he realized that he couldn't go on with Torrie like this. Just moments ago Masters wanted to rip his head off and the last thing he wanted was bad blood directing his way. It wasn't like he was afraid of the son of a bitch but Masters was known to seek revenge. The last thing John wanted was to be involved in any type of drama which was why he stayed away from the Randy and Stacy crap.

Looking around his surroundings he didn't see Torrie anywhere and just fled through the back fence. He felt bad for ditching her but figured she can do the math herself and realize that they were going too fast. But how was making out too fast? It wasn't like they did anything else other than that. The truth was John was afraid to commit himself to someone like Torrie. He felt as if he wasn't deserving of her and wouldn't give her a life compared to a rich scum like Masters would. This was their senior year afterall and this possible relationship with Torrie can reach new heights. They could have a life together after high school and John couldn't do that. He was dead broke, lived in a crappy apartment building, had no car, and had a dead end job. What can he possibly do for Torrie?

Prancing his way through the flower beds at the side of the Wilson house he speed passes through the windows hoping not to be seen. He took a breath of relief as soon as he reached the front lawn as the feeling of guilt ran through the center hell of his gut for leaving Torrie like that. He stood still for a few beats thinking he should go back because ditching her without leaving a trace a wrong when he spotted Randy walking towards him with a baseball bat.

Being too caught up with the Torrie situation John didn't realize that Randy was murderous. He just walked up for Orton and greeted him like he usually did. "Yo Orton! Where'd ya been man? I been trying' to get a hold of you!"

John then offered his hand to Randy for a man hug only to have it slapped. "I don't need your shit." Randy mutters.

"What? Slow down there." John said being confused as ever. "What's wrong man?" He whispers to Randy trying to avoid making a scene in front of Torrie's house. There were people around the front door which was open and if Randy kept his attitude up something can happen.

Randy laughs as he slightly looks down at the ground for a second. Then faster than hell on wheels without any warning he drops the baseball bat and punches John right in the nose. The loud pop got the attention of almost everyone in sight and John fell on the grass as students from their year ran out of the house to see what was that pop about.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" John snaps feeling hotness as blood escaped through his nose signaling him that Randy had busted him open.

"What's wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just bring Stacy here? What the fuck were you thinking?!" Randy yells out loud looking down at John who was rapidly bleeding below him. His face was red with his fist shaking to hit Cena again.

Even if he was busted open John manages to lift himself off the grass and take this lightly. "Oh so this about me taking Stacy here as my date? I thought I told you that I wouldn't take her from you. I would never do that and you know it!"

"I don't give a damn if you take her to a party Cena. What I give a shit about is you not watching her."

"What happened to her?" John calmly asked as he sensed that something was wrong. He has never seen Randy this angry enough to bust him open. "Where is she?"

Randy chuckles "That's the least of your concern."

"WHERE IS SHE?!" John demanded out of Randy. "WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?"

"Why don't you ask one of your friends inside? I'm sure one of them know what happened." Randy says smirking off looking at the pact of guys watching on from the steps of the house.

"They are not my friends. Stacy is my friend, you fuckin tell me what happened to her Orton, I swear." John says in a serious tone looking as murderous as Randy was.

Orton just laughs. "Yeah, you were a great friend to her tonight." He says sarcastically.

"What happened to her!" John says with his patience running thin. If Randy wasn't gonna give him an answer he was going to be forced to beat it out of him.

"Just do me and Stace a favor and stay away. Just stay away from us. If you were a real friend you would of never brought her here, you would of never joined that damn team!" Randy yells as he throws his hand in the air going for John once again until Eddie and Rey jumped in and held Randy back.

"Let go of me!" Randy snaps in rage wanting to start another round of punches on John.

Once Randy was islocated enough, he turned his back and walked back across the field disappearing through the darkness. John never felt so embarrassed and at the same time hurt in his life. Embarrassed because here he was busted open on his ass in front of 35 percent of the school and hurt because of Randy. He really had no clue why this was happening. If he did something wrong to Randy and Stacy then he demand to know what it was and what he can do to fix it. He gingerly walked himself towards Eddie and Rey ignoring the snickering coming from Jericho and Adam.

"Holy shit! That sissy Orton just knocked you on your ass Cena!" Jericho laughs along with half the football team.

"EY! Shut it homes." Eddie says helping John walk towards his car as the jocks laugh on to what just happened except for a redden face Masters who just looked on in the shadows.

"Well looks like you and Orton are officially over. I've always thought to myself when you two were gonna call it quits." Jericho continued to flap his gums.

"I'm gonna kick his ass." Eddie whispers.

"No, Eddie. Lets go." Rey says opening the backseat for John as he willing sat down feeling more hurt than ever.

Rey closed the door and he can still hear Jericho's comments blasting their way towards him. It was one of the worst moments in his life and will be in printed in bold on his skull forever. It wasn't until he got in the car when he spotted Torrie with a look of concern painted all over her face. He took his eyes off her since she wasn't that important at the moment even though he knew he would have to deal with her someday. As Eddie drove on and he couldn't help but look across the field where the Orton Mansion sat peacefully wondering to himself what the hell was going on.