Chapter Nine

I was being carried. My eyes were closed, so I didn't know where I was…

"Keith… help…" I heard John murmur as he quickly handed me to him, then fell.

I could tell, he was stabbed, too.

I heard another voice… A normal… voice… Hey… I know that voice.

"Wooooah. What happened here?" asked Jeff with Caria.

"I'm not sure… someone ran off with Dameon, then John came with her again. They were both stabbed." Keith fuddled with the medical tape as he tried to bandage John and I up.

"Here… I'll help." Jeff said as he grabbed some medical tape.

I heard a sweet, but soft voice talking to me.

"D-Dameon. . . P-please. . . Be a-alive. . ."

"J-John. . ."

"Y-Your alive. . .?"

"Y-Yes. . .where a-am I?"

"In my hotel room. . ."

I opened my eyes, and saw John, almost in tears, looking down at me.

I grunted as I sat up. John blushed slightly as he stared at me only in my bra. I couldn't keep my shirt on with the bandages. Blood started to show up under the bandages.

"Oh, are you O.K.?" John asked.

"I'm okay… It's just a little hard to breathe, that's all." I waved it off.

John kissed me on the cheek.

"That bastard, Randy, won't hurt you any more…" John said as he cradled me gently.

"I'm just glad that you saved me, my hero." I giggled.

"Honestly, as soon as he answered your phone, I was worried like hell." John sighed as he looked at my dark, red eyes.

I heard the door open.

"Hope I'm not ruining a moment, but we wanted to check up on you." Jeff and Caria walked in.

Whoa. Caria looked… bigger…

"Um, Caria—" I started.

"Oh, right. Guess what?!" Caria grinned wide. "I'm pregnant!"

"I… did most of the work." Jeff acted tough.

"Okay then, you want to give the birth?"

"You know, I think you did a little more work."

"I thought so."

John looked happy for a minute then frowned.

"Aw, what's wrong, hun?" I asked him.

"It's just…" John whispered the rest.

My eyes grew huge.

"What?" asked Jeff.

We shook it off. "Nothing…"

What John really said was "What if Randy or I got you pregnant?"

We doubt it, but we're keeping open the possibility.

"Well, we should be going. We don't want to bother the love bird's nest." Jeff laughed.

"GENT…?"

"Yup."

I lay down next to John in his bed. He was fast asleep. He had to fight Randy for the title, and he was tired. But hey, he won. I was restless, and couldn't sleep at all.

I've tried counting sheep, nothing. I've tried dreaming, nothing. I heard my phone vibrate, and I opened it to read the text.

Dameon,

Can't stop thinking 'bout U. U OK? I heard about Orton. I swear, I will tear him to shreds… Your not preg—you know—are U?

I began my text back.

Dave,

Thanks, I'm fine. I'm not pregnant, no. John was worried about that, 2. I'm sorry about you're leg… John can be… very… um… protective. Yea, let's go with that.

I hopped out of bed, and walked over to the kitchen, and grabbed an apple. I bit into the sweet apple, and looked at the digital clock by the TV. Great, it's 4 A.M. and I haven't even gotten any sleep!

I was bored… really… really bored. Hopping off of the stool, I looked at some of his DVD's. The Marine (my fav!)… The Condemned, Armageddon, and… Bridge to Terribithia! This is a great movie! I noticed a tiny book by the DVD's. It read "John's Journal. DON'T TOUCH!"

Of course, I didn't listen. I opened the journal and started reading.

6-9-07

SCORE! Dameon and I had our fun! AND I DIDN'T GET SLAPPED! God, I love her so much. If anything were to happen to her, I don't know what I'd do.

I noticed a red writing on the back of it. I turned the page, and my eyes were huge and glassy. It… was…a HITLIST!!

"Ohmigosh…Ohmigosh… Don't… freak… out… Don't… freak… out… Don't—" I bit my lower lip hard. It was kinda hard NOT to freak out when I read it!

People to Kill…

--Dave Batista

Randy Orton

I slammed it shut. I couldn't read it any further. I set the book back where I found it, and headed back into the bedroom. John wasn't in bed, but the light in the bathroom was on. I closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. He was talking quietly on the phone.

"No—Dad—Listen—C'mon, why can't you—No it's not that—I know I could go to jail, but—Look, I love Dame, I'd do anything to keep her safe—Randy and Dave have to go, or I'll kill them myself—Dad, listen. I love Dameon. We're getting married when I work everything out. But for now, I need them out of the picture. For example, remember when Adam and Amy were supposed to get married in the ring? Kane came out. I hope things work out for Teddy, too. Point being, I don't need Randy or Dave screwing up the wedding. Dad, I have to go. She'll be waking up soon."

John hung up, and started getting dressed. I pretended to wake up, and sat up straight. He was still in his boxers.

"Well good morning. You still look tired." John said as he slipped on his pants.

"I was up for a little later than expected." I said as I hopped out of the bed, still in my black underwear and bra.

"Ooooh. I see something I like." John smirked as his eyes followed me into the bathroom.

I quickly changed and hopped out of the bathroom. I looked at John as I walked passed him.

"Would it kill you to wait for the bathroom, hun?" I asked as John started to change.

"Nah, wanted to surprise you, lovie." John laughed.

"How's your Dad doing? Did he break anything?" I asked as I relaxed down on the bed.

"He only injured his neck a little." said John as he snuggled close next to me.

"God, I love you so much." I snuggled close to his chest.

"I love you, too…" said John as he put his warm arms around me.

But I could feel nervousness in his body. I wonder when he was going to strike. He was going after Dave first. I had to do something, but I couldn't let John know that I knew.

Without thinking, tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby?" asked John.

"J-Just in a little b-bit of p-pain."

"Why? Is it your wounds?"

I couldn't take It anymore! I can't hide things from him…

"No, John… I know about Dave… and the rest of the list… Honestly, why are you doing this?"

"Dameon, I love you so much, that I want to give you a much better life than you had. Dealing with your losses, Randy's sick, sick lust… and so on."

"Please… drop the list."

"Even Randy?! For what that bastard did to you?!"

"Honestly, kill him. I don't care. But… you can't kill Dave."

"D-Dameon… for you… I'm willing to… You're just lucky you're so cute." John kissed me tenderly.

Well, that was easier than expected.