huuuumm cancer, does he have it or not. Guess you'll just have to wait and find out. Happy reading.

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Laney slammed the door to her room and flung herself onto her bed. She was angry, embarrassed, hurt, and a whole host of other emotions she couldn't put words too. One moment she felt like crying, the next destroying something.

Reaching under her mattress she pulled out her journal and opened it to her last entry. Wiping away her tears she read what she had written the day before.

I was so excited today. We were supposed to go get my dress for the wedding. Yeah, I know we've had more than a year to pick it out but I've grown so much during this year, and not just in height, that we thought it would be best to wait. So now we've got less than two weeks. Aunt Mandy and I've had this shopping date for a month now. I have the dress in mind that I want. Mandy's color's are shades of blue. Jayden's dress is a royal blue while mine is going to be a few shades lighter. It's got spaghetti straps and goes all the way to the floor.

But when I went to Shawn's house today to meet her she wasn't there. I was very confused. And even Shawn was confused which is weird because he lives with her. He said Jayden had flown down and they had gone out of town, I guess for something to do with the wedding. I'm trying not to be angry that she forgot about me. And I'm trying not to be jealous that she went away with Jayden and not me. It's not working too good.

Struggling not to cry she grabbed a pen and scribbled what had happened that morning.

I am not trying to suppress my feelings anymore. I am hurt and sad and damnit I am angry. I went to Shawn's house to wait for Aunt Mandy to come home. I wanted to talk to her about yesterday. I was trying to be an adult about the situation. When they got back I was excited, asked a lot of questions, and I guess made a nuisance of myself. I didn't mean too. Mandy bit my head off, told me to mind my own business. She said she didn't want me around anymore and yelled at me to leave.

This is the lady I've considered my mother for the last six years. And now she doesn't want me anymore. Am I that horrible?

She stared at the words she had written for several minutes before she threw the journal across the room.

Mark chose that moment to knock on the door. Walking in he looked at the destruction she had wreaked. "Will I be risking my life if I ask what happened?"

"Just leave me alone." She pleaded in a quiet voice.

Mark did a double take, being so used to her sarcastic and defiant voice. "No, you called me , remember." He walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. "What happened?" He asked quietly, rubbing a hand down her back.

She shrugged not meeting his eyes.

Pursing his lips he tried another tack. "I thought you were going to talk to Mandy about your dress?"

Laney bit her lip as she struggled not to cry. "I'm not going to the wedding." She mumbled.

"That's a big decision. What did Mandy say about it?" Mark asked gently. He knew he was treading on fragile ground.

"It was her decision." Came the muffled reply as the teenager buried her head in the comforter.

"What'd you do?" Mark asked, immediately regretting his words.

She looked up at him with an incredulous look. "Get out." She screeched.

Mark sighed as she pierced his ear drums. "Now just calm down. I didn't mean that like it sounded."

"Every thing's always my fault. So why wouldn't this be?" She mumbled as she began sobbing.

Mark looked helplessly at his daughter. "Why'd you have to turn into a teenager." He grumbled to himself, causing her to choke on a laugh. He waited until she had calmed down before he tried again. "You want to tell me what's wrong?"

She shrugged as she wiped her eyes. "Let's just put it down to the fact I'm on my period."

Mark cringed, causing her to giggle. "I don't need to know that." He kissed the top of her head. "You going to be okay?"

She nodded as tears welled up in her eyes.

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"I really appreciate you driving me to the airport." Jayden said quietly as she glanced over at the solemn man.

"No big deal. Didn't really want to stay at the house anyway." He stared blindly at the road in front of him.

Jayden closed her eyes as she silently cursed her friend. "Am I being intrusive if I ask why you wanted out of the house?" She ventured.

"Yes." He answered bluntly, shooting her a look. The silence hung heavy between them for several minutes.

"Where did the two of you go yesterday?" Shawn demanded suddenly, the loudness of his voice causing her to jump.

"I'm not the person you need to be asking." She answered, quietly turning to stare out the window.

"You were there with her weren't you?" He demanded, slapping the steering wheel.

"I can't tell you her secrets." She announced, turning to stare calmly at him.

"How else am I supposed to find out?" He grumbled. "We're supposed to get married in two months."

"You could try asking her." She offered.

He shot her a look. "Do you really think she would answer me?"

Jayden sighed. "No." She replied truthfully. "She's not doing this to hurt you."

"I just feel so helpless. How am I supposed to help her get through this, how am I supposed to support her if she doesn't tell me what's gong on?" He pleaded with her.

Jayden bit her lip. "She's very uncomfortable with the subject."

"I know that this has to do something with what happened to her at the hospital where she used to work. I'm not stupid." He said in an angry voice.

"Some things a woman can't talk about." She stated tactfully.

"Not even with her husband?"

"Especially not with her husband." She said trying to tell him with her eyes.

He was silent as he negated the heavy traffic. "If she won't tell me the details and you won't tell me, how the hell am I supposed to do anything?"

She closed her eyes. "I didn't tell you this but it might be a good idea to read old newspapers about what happened." She said quietly.

"That's a good idea, thanks." Shawn said gratefully.

Jayden held up her hand. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, except to tell you to be patient with her, and just be there okay."

He turned back to her as he was pulling into the parking lot. "Randy mentioned something about Dave?" he started hesitantly.

"Randy has a big mouth." She answered sourly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly, hearing the pain in her voice.

She shook her head. "I need to get home to him." She said simply as she climbed out of the car.

He caught her hand before she could shut the door. "If either of you need us all you have to do is call."

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"Mr. Orton. We'll be ready for you in a couple minutes." The arena manager said, sticking his head through the door.

Randy nodded his thanks as he resumed pacing around the small office. Normally he didn't have a problem with autograph sessions, but he couldn't get the conversation with Jayden out of his head.

His pacing was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. "Hello?" he answered, not wanting to talk to anyone.

"What the hell did you find out?" John's angry voice came over the line.

"Nice to talk to you too." Randy replied dryly.

"Stop the shit man. What did she say?" The angry voice demanded.

"Nothing." The younger man answered in disgust. "There's something going on and she's worried but she said she couldn't tell us. Dave has to be the one to tell us."

"That's bullshit." The other man burst out angrily. "We have a right to know."

Randy couldn't help but laughing a little. "I agree with you but where is this anger coming from?"

"I have a right to be angry."

"I didn't say you didn't. I'm just wandering why." Randy tried to keep his voice calm.

"I went to see Paul today." The other man admitted grudgingly.

"I take it the conversation didn't go so well." He guessed.

"He didn't even know anything was going on. Said he'd been too busy with the boys to notice." John spat out.

"We've all been too busy to notice." Randy pointed out. "Why are you so mad at him?"

"He's not concerned at all, no matter how much I told him. And he isn't planning on doing anything about it."

Randy remained silent, unsure what to say.

"Don't you get it man. Paul was the one person who could force Dave to tell us what was going on." John said almost desperately.

"I think I would rather wait until Dave trusted us enough to tell us himself." Randy offered.

There was silence on the other end of the line. "Wow. That was a very grown up thing to say." John said finally.

Randy shrugged. "Yeah well don't' spread it around." The younger man said. "You're taking this awful hard." He added wen John failed to laugh at his comment. He could hear his friend swallowing hard.

"I've got a large family and they are all healthy and whole. I've got an even larger family up here with Dave and Mark, you and Journey." He was silent for a couple minutes. "I've never had anyone close to me get sick before."

"It's hard but you can't let it show this much. Knowing you're upset just makes it harder for the person whose sick."

"It's different for you man. You've already lost so much. It's easier for you to be calm." John said without thinking.

"Trust me buddy. I'm not calm at all." Randy murmured.

One hour later he sat at the autograph table, the line in front of him slowly shortening as he signed picture after picture. His cheeks hurt from having to force himself to smile.

"You look like you don't want to be here." a soft voice washed over him.

He looked up to see two females smiling at him, the petite blond holding a picture to be signed. "Just got a lot on my mind." He answered the leggy brunette as he smiled up at both girls.

"You have something you want me to sign?" he asked her looking up into her deep brown eyes. "Maybe a body part?"

She gave a short sarcastic laugh. "No thanks. I'm just here to support my friend. I'm not a wrestling fan."

"That's too bad." He murmured as he watched her walk off.