Chapter 6 - It Would Never Work Out
Torrie's dream started to fade to black as she slowly awakened. She woke to the smell of sausages and beans, she licked her lips slowly walking to where the sweet aroma was coming from. John was stirring the wooden spoon into the saucepan, he turned around seeing Torrie "Oh hey! Sleeping Beauty finally awakes" John joked, he was clad in a black jersey with the number 16 on it, he had his same cropped jeans on and had finished off the look with a pair of white trainers.
Torrie frowned "Don't be stupid, I would have needed my prince Charming to give me the kiss of true love to awaken me" Torrie stated matter of factly. John raised his hands in the air,
"Woah! Chill woman, I was only making with the funny! If you had wanted I could have woken you up with a kiss" he smirked. Torrie just smiled and gazed outside
"I wish I did have a prince Charming though, someone to sweep me off my feet" she smiled as she fantasized into a daydream. John shook his hand in front of Torrie's face
"Tor? Hello?" he cried. Torrie turned her head towards John who was standing right behind her, their faces just inches apart. "Almost zoned out on me then" John exclaimed. Torrie smiled
"Sorry" she half heartedly laughed as she looked towards the floor. John placed a finger under Torrie's chin and lifted her head up so he could see her eyes "You know that you will find your prince Charming soon enough, he could be closer than you think" John said moving closer towards Torrie. Torrie grinned "oh really? And who did you have in mind?" she asked also stepping closer. John smirked "me" and with that he leant forward and slowly started to kiss her.
Torrie pulled away, "John, this isn't right. We're from totally different backgrounds, it would never work out" she tried, but John put a finger to her lips. "Forget about all that, we'll make it work" John stated, kissing her again and this time Torrie shared the kiss letting John wrap his arms around her waist. They slowly moved over towards the bed. John lay there with only his jeans on, he was just about to undo Torrie's bra when she pulled away. "What's wrong?" John asked. Torrie started to put the jersey back on. She was having flashbacks remembering the note that was on that brick which had smashed through her window, the words were so bold and clear in her mind 'NO ONE MESSES WITH JOHN CENA AND GETS AWAY WITH IT, SO YOU HAD BETTER WATCH OUT BECAUSE WE'RE COMING TO GET YA PRETTY LADY' Torrie shook the words out of her head.
John placed his hands on Torrie's shoulders "Tor?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"I...I'm sorry, I can't do this!" she cried trying to pull away from John, who had a firm grip on her wrist. She started to pick at his fingers, so that his grip loosened and then she managed to pull away. "I have to go" she cried quickly running out of the caravan. She didn't care that she was only in a jersey she had to get away. "Torrie!" John yelled after her, but it was too late she was already out of sight. Several gangs turned and looked at John, with baffled expressions on their faces.
Big Mike strode up to him "Dude, you do know that she was a tontor right?" he asked. John bowed his head "yes, I know" he mumbled.
"Then what the hell was she doing in your caravan with your jersey on?" Big Mike cocked an eyebrow. John turned his back on him "oh no! You didn't?" Big Mike groaned. John turned to look at him,
"Mike, just leave it yeah" John walked into his caravan and slammed his door into Big Mike's face.
Torrie ran past all the gangs and ignored all of the wolf whistles she recieved. When she finally returned home her mom and dad were almost in tears. "Torrie where have you been? We were so worried" Torrie's mom Fiona asked, hugging Torrie close.
"Don't ever do that again" Al cried also hugging Torrie. Torrie couldn't breathe due to the lack of oxygen she was getting. Torrie managed to pull herself away, she had an angry look on her face
"I'm not a little kid anymore!" she burst out "I can take care of myself!" she stromed off upstairs. Al frowned "and where the hell did you get that awful jersey?" he asked.
"Yes, what happened to your pretty dress?" Fiona had a look of disgust towards the jersey. Torrie looked down and clutched the red, jersey forgetting she had it on. She bit her bottom lip, but before she could answer Al interupted her, "You went back to the outsiders zone didn't you?" he yelled up the stairs. Torrie looked down to the floor.
"Answer me Torrie!" Al got more agitated. Torrie spun around
"You know what, so what if I did?" Torrie questioned. Al pulled a face
"Watch your mouth young lady, I forbid you to ever go there again"he growled. Torrie laughed
"you forbid me?" she glowered.
"Yes! You are grounded until I say otherwise!" Al yelled.
"You can't do that" Torrie shreiked.
"Watch me" and with that Al stormed off out of the room. Fiona gave a sympathetic look towards Torrie, "Your father means well" she tried. Torrie shook her head
"yeah, well he has a funny way of showing it" Torrie mumbled.
"Now Torrie, you know he's only trying to protect you" Fiona argued.
"Over protect more like!" Torrie grumbled. She sulked off and slammed her bedrom door shut. Fiona just sighed and shook her head.
Suddenly Al stormed past Fiona. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. Al strode up the stairs, "She has to learn" he simply replied. He started to screw in a gold lock on the outside of Torrie's door, so that it could only be unlocked from the outside Al soon locked it. There was a rattle at the door, "don't bother Torrie, I've attached a lock to your door, so that you are definately restricted to your room" Al smirked. Torrie started to bang on the door
"You can't do this dad!" Torrie cried, giving up it was no use the door wasn't going to budge.
"The door will be unlocked when it's time for dinner" Al explained as he strode off. Fiona stopped him in his tracks, "A little over the top, don't you think?" she glared. Al just laughed, carrying the key to the door with him. Torrie ran towards her bed and threw herself on it, letting herself cry into her pillow. She was lucky she had an ensuite, otherwise her father would have to let her out to use the bathroom.
Well I hope you like and I do have to agree with Fiona that it was way OTT, but hey Torrie's dad is overprotective lol! Plz keep sending your reviews in thanks x