Something Yet to Learn

Summary:

Kyla knew that going to the club was a bad idea, now here she was sitting in the back of an SUV kissing some random guy. Never in a million year would she have done this, and well everyone knows that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...yeah right.

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Note: this chapter contains suggestive content, and language

Chapter 3: What do we do now?

I was not prepared for this, not in a long shot. Sure I had a degree from a nice college and I had a nice job with an equal nice pay, but this was marriage, and I didn't even know my husband.

After I had met my husbands friends I had told them that I would wake him up, since I had a feeling that they didn't want to see him stark naked. But I hadn't moved from my spot. I was slouched against the door with my head against my knees. Silent tears rolled down my face

I didn't know how long I was sitting there but after a while I could hear the barely noticeable groan coming from the lump in the bed across the room. I didn't look up as I heard clothes being put on. The footsteps moved towards the other side of the room, and then a soft light filled the darkness. He hadn't seen me yet, but i was slowly pulling her head up to look at him.

He was rinsing his face, his head leaning into the sink. I couldn't help but stare at this toned body.

A knock and a voice, "Dude, John has she killed you in there?"

John's head snapped up and he looked into the mirror. His blue eyes focused on me.

I buried my head once again as he walked towards me. His hand was warm as it brushed against my hand, his fingers running over the small band that encircled my tiny fingers.

He pulled me up and into his arms. When I was sitting on the edge of the bed he went to the door, opening it up he assured the person that he had travel plans and that he didn't have to leave right away.

I'm guessing that the person agreed and left John here with me, all alone in this room; husband and wife.

"We got married," My voice was weak, "I can't believe this."

"Look…" He started to say something.

"No, John, we got married. I'm not ready for this, this is so new for me. I cant deal with this. No, I wont."

I broke down. Hell, it was my breaking point. I continued to let out silent cries as large hands softly rested on my knees.

"Kyla, I know this is tough, and I know it was unexpected. But, maybe it happened for a reason."

"For a reason? What reason could it be? To torture me more, look. I don't…" The hands moved from my knees to my face. The pads of his thumbs running over my lips.

"We can get a separation if you want." His voice was strong, but his eyes held the pain. I knew that he wanted to at least attempt to make this work.

"No, no matter how shit faced I was last night, It doesn't matter if you were three sheets to the wind, we both had to agree to the vows, right?" His eyes got bright.

"And besides, I may have lied last night, I know you are a wrestler." His head cocked to the side in confusion.

"I didn't want you to think I was only using you to get any."

"I see, you know no matter what, regarding this relationship, its up to you. I just want you to be happy." I was pulled to the ground by my husband. His words rang through my ears.

"I don't want people to know about us, it would hurt you in terms of your fans if they found out about your drunk marriage. And, considering I was going to send in an application to the WWE today, I don't want to only get the job because of who im tied to."

John kissed my forehead, "Anything for you baby."

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No matter how hard I tried to get my husband to allow me to take a taxi back to my house, he wouldn't have any of it. So here I was again, sitting in the same SUV as last night, but only in the front.

I gave him directions and soon enough we were parked in my driveway. I knew that my brother must have been worried, and no doubt the ladies next door. Sighing I reached for the door handle.

"No kiss goodbye." I looked back and saw the cutiest pout on Johns face. I couldn't help but laugh and lean in to give a quick peck. But, soon enough it was a mini make out session right there in full view of everyone.

"John, I have to go, unless you want my brother to come out here and kick your ass."

"Please baby, have you seen me?" A smile graced his features.

"You have never seen my brother, 253 pounds of pure muscle. But, consider yourself lucky, he and his wife are moving to Alaska, he is a marine you know."

He laughed again, but agreed to let me go. But not before pulling something out of a bag in the backseat.

A pair of silver chains, he pulled off my wedding ring and put it on the chain. Closing the clasp he slipped it over my head. The chain was long and reached to the middle of my chest.

He did the same with his ring. I smiled, and grabbed his hand with my own. I leaned down and kissed his knuckles.

"I have to go." He nodded.

I watched him pull out of the driveway and down the street. As I turned around my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller i.d and John's name flashed on the screen.

"I miss you already." His voice was soft.

Laughing, "Ha, I miss you too. Now, off the phone before you get into a wreck."

"Alright baby, I will talk to you later."

"Yeah, love you."

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I walked up to the front door and before I could reach for my keys when the door opened.

"Where have you been Kyla, we were worried sick." Abby, my brothers wife, exclaimed as she pulled me in the house.

"Abby, Im fine, I went out with Jade and Lucy.."

"But they returned and you were not with them. Kyla you can't just go like that."

"Like what! I was safe, im here safe."

"You were out with a wrestler, a wrestler!" I was appaled at what my brother was saying.

"So what, its my life, and you are not dad." I stormed out the front door and walked down the street.

I kept walking, and soon found myself at the library. I was curious as to what was going to come of my situation. So, I went onto the usual fansites. And soon enough I came across something very interesting.

Wrestler Randy Orton cheating on wife.

The famed wrestler Randy Orton was seen early this morning buying a wedding ring set, and a girl on his arm.

Who is this girl? And what does Orton wife think of it?

The picture that was with it showed just a back, and I was thankful that my head was blocked by Randy's arm.

But I have a feeling that this was only about to begin.

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