After Jon and I were inside my humble abode, I had given him a little tour of house. I had just shown him the garage where I had my green, 2012 Jeep Wrangler parked inside, which concluded the tour. Now I was in the kitchen, brewing some coffee for Jon and I, while he was in the guest room changing into his sleepwear. The coffee maker started to beep, letting me know that it was done brewing the coffee. I grabbed two mugs and my dish that contained sugar in it from the cabinet and set the items down on the table. I also grabbed coffee creamer from the refrigeration just in case Jon would like some in his coffee. Soon Jon walked down to the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and a gray t-shirt, and sat down at the table.

I took the coffee pot from the brewer and poured some of the hot, dark liquid into his mug before mine.

"Thank you." Jon signed and then began to fix his coffee to his liking.

I nodded as to say you're welcome and went to fill my mug with the hot coffee before sitting down next to him. I added sugar and creamer to my coffee and then looked up to see Jon looking at me.

"Thanks again for letting me crash here tonight." He said and then took another sip of his coffee.

I smiled and nodded. "It's no problem at all. I just couldn't let you drive another mile after all that driving you did just to get here." I signed.

"You have a nice home. It reminds me of my house in Vegas. Simple, quiet, and not bombarded with a bunch of decorations or other nonsense." He said, having me laugh, agreeing with him.

"Wanna know a secret?" I asked and he nodded with a small smile. "Well, you are the first person to have been inside my house, let alone seen it." I told him.

"Really? Not even your traveling buddies have been here?" Jon said, shocked that he was my first house guest.

"Nope. Nattie and Rosa haven't visited yet. I'm sure they will be jealous if they found out that you visited my house before they did." I said halfway joking, taking another sip of my coffee.

He shrugged and smirked. "I could live with them being jealous of me." He said and we both laughed together.

With the caffeine now in our system from the coffee, Jon and I were sitting on the couch in the living room. The TV was on some random channel, but we weren't paying any attention to it since we have been talking to each other about anything and everything that came to mind. I have never been able to feel at ease talking to someone like I am with Jon. Although I have opened up a little with Nattie and Rosa, it did take me a bit to open up to them. When it came to Jon, it was just so easy to talk to him. We were just talking about a few our crazy wrestling stints during our training and independent wrestling days. Now Jon just finished telling me his life story starting from his childhood to his life now in WWE.

I definitely felt honored that he trusted me enough to tell me everything about him. I gave him my full attention as he told me every detail of his life from his father going in and out of jail to his mother having to sell her body for sex in order to get enough money for them to survive. Of course he told me how every week he would sit in front of the TV with a bowl of cereal and watch his favorite wrestlers fight. I thought it was cute, because that was my weekly ritual as well when I was growing up.

He soon finished telling me his story and sighed in what seem like in relief, like he had a weight being lifted from his chest. I smiled and reached over to place my hands on top of his.

"I'm sure you've heard people say that I had a rough childhood and what not, but I wanted to clear things up and tell you myself."

I smiled and gave his hands a light squeeze. "I'm glad that you trust me enough to tell me every detail. I know I'm probably not the first person you told life story too, but I still feel honored." I told him and leaned in to give him a hug.

Jon's body became stiff as reaction to my embrace, but then loosen up and hugged back as best as he could. My smile grew a little more as I felt him hug me back. Once we pulled away, I got up from the couch and walked over to my bookshelf. I grabbed what I needed and sat back down next to Jon and placed the book in his lap.

Jon looked at it confused before looking back at me. "What's this?"

"Open it, silly." I giggled slightly.

He looked at the book and hesitantly opened it to the first page which had a few pictures and some writing. Jon flipped the pages and soon realized this book was more or less a scrapbook that shows my life story. He went back to the first page where it had a pictures of me as a baby and a toddler with an adult male figure in all of the photos. Jon was about to read the little notes on the page, but I decided that I would explain.

"As you know, this book basically contains my life events from birth to now. What you see here is me and my biological father." I paused and looked at the photos before continuing on.

"I spent a lot of time with my father until I was four. My mother wasn't really in my life because I was considered as a mistake to her. Her and my father were never together, but hooked up a couple of times when my mother was having issues with her boyfriend. Although my father had sole custody of me, he would still take me over to see my mother so I could have a relationship with her, but even then my mother would act like I wasn't there and often left me at her house alone while she was out with her fiancé. It wasn't until she gave up her full parental rights when I stopped visiting her. It didn't bother me that I didn't see my mother anymore, because just being with my dad was the best thing ever. I did everything with him, in fact he was the one that got me into wrestling because he was training at one of the wrestling schools that they offer here in Buffalo. He would take me to all of his training practices and wrestling matches." I said and pointed out different photos of me with my father at the wrestling school he trained in. I then landed on the photo when my father won his first World Heavyweight championship match. He was holding me with one arm kissing my cheek as he was holding the title in his free hand.

"This was the best night of my life. My father won his first World Heavyweight Championship title match. He worked so hard for it. I remember how he would spend hours at the gym everyday getting pumped for the match. But the best part was that I was able to watch the whole match from the front row seats. Usually my father would have me watch the match backstage with one of his friends watching me, but this match was different. I was so proud of him that night." I said, but stopped as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, hoping that Jon didn't noticed.

Jon looked at me with a small smile and then turned to the next page which shown a lot of pictures that didn't have my father in them. "You said that you spent a lot of time with your father until you were four…what happened after that?"

"Well a few weeks after my father's big match, I had become completely deaf. But not only that, my father was killed in a car accident when a drunk driver hit us. He made sure that I came out the accident without a scratch, but he died on the way to the hospital due to the impact of the wreck, which left me being an orphan." I explained as the reason why all of my photos after the one winning his championship title were just of me.

"I spent the rest of my childhood until I was 18 in an orphanage. Not once was I adopted or even went through foster care. No one was interested in caring for me once they found out I was deaf, thinking it would be too much for them to handle. However I wasn't a difficult child. I was always good. I went to school on time, making straight A's and when I got back to the orphanage, I would do my daily chores with no fuss and got my homework done...However when I was a teenager, things became more difficult for me. I had become an easy target to start getting bullied not just by classmates, but also by people outside of school. It was extremely frustrating because I couldn't defend myself at the time. The only thing that helped me through it was wrestling."

Jon nodded taking in every detail I spilled about my life as he still looked through my scrapbook. He realizes that our lives were pretty similar to one another. He turned to the next page of the scrapbook, this time showing pictures of what looked like me training. He smiled and then pointed to a photo of me wrestling my trainer.

"Is this you training?" Jon asked as he focused more on the photo.

"Yes. That was taken at my graduation match at the wrestling school I attended to. I began my training when I was fifteen after I went to my first WWE live event. It was then that maybe if I learned to wrestle, I would stop getting bullied and be able to defend myself and it did. In fact, after my first year of training no one bothered me anymore. Not only that, I realized that I was really good at it which I can thank my father for that. I knew that wrestling was my future calling and with that I dropped out of high school to continue my training to become the best wrestler that I can be. I have been happy ever since I made that choice because look at me now, I am doing something that I'm great at, but I'm doing something that I love more than anything." I said which a smile formed upon my face. Even with my rough childhood, I'm still happy with how my life is going.

"That's how I feel about wrestling. It's kind of funny how we both dropped out of high school at the same age to start our wrestling journey." Jon stated and I nodded with my smile still on my face.

I turned to the next page of my scrapbook which had many photos of me wrestling for Empire State Wrestling. "These were from when I wrestled for my first indie pro wrestling company, Empire State Wrestling. I had a lot of fun being with them. Everyone was so nice and I had worked so hard in the company that I even made a name for myself. I had won the women's title three times." I smiled as I was proud of my accomplishment. "After my contract ended with ESW, I signed a contract with Ring of Honor, but my time was short with them since they didn't have many female wrestlers on the roster. I was going to sign a contract with Combat Zone Wrestling."

I paused and saw Jon smirked at hearing his old wrestling company name. "But Afa Anoa'i discovered me in one of the Ring of Honor shows in his area, and told me that he could help me get far in the wrestling world and get me signed by WWE if I started training at his wrestling school. The only thing I had to sacrifice was to not wrestle for any company for a whole year and that I would stay in Florida during my training. I thought it was a great opportunity for me, especially since I would be training with one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, so I applied and did everything I could to get in. Hell, I even won the Usos Foundation Lia Maivia Scholarship. After everything was settled, I began my training for a year and a half."

"That's pretty cool. The Anoa'i family are a bunch of great wrestler and are willing to help anyone who wants it. They even gave me some pointer when I see them. I'm guessing that you know Joe?" He asked about my relation with his wrestling best friend.

"I wouldn't say I know him, but I had met him a couple of times during my training and other events that Afa invited me to. You guys were already were signed to WWE developmental territory program by the time I was training at the school." I explained and then pointed to the photo of me, Afa, Paul (Triple H), and Vince McMahon. "This was when I graduated from training and when Mr. McMahon and Paul offered me a contract to wrestle for NXT, which I signed that day. When Afa first introduced me to them, they were hesitant at first about signing me because of me being deaf, but I had proved to them that my hearing impairment didn't affect my wrestling. After that day I started my two year journey in NXT and now here I am, hoping to accomplish more." I said as we stopped at the last photo in the book, which was my debut as a WWE Diva, which ended my life story for now.

Jon stared at the last photo for a bit longer before closing my scrapbook, handing it back to me. "It's funny and strange how similar we are to one another. I mean I can go as far as saying that we pretty much lived the same lives, just with some minor differences. It's actually nice to know that someone else knows the hardship that I went through to get to where I am because you went through them too. For once, I feel like I've been understood for the first time. I mean yeah I told Colby and Joe my life story and I'm sure they got bits and pieces of it, but you, you get the whole picture." Jon admitted, which he almost seemed relieved and I was happy for that.

"I agree with you, although you are the first person to have ever seen that book or to even know my story. Not even Nattie nor Rosa know all this about me, just bits and pieces. I mean Nattie comes from a prestigious wrestling family and although Rosa isn't, she still had a pretty good life regardless, but I just feel like they wouldn't get it. It sucks for me to say that about my first two real friends, but it's true." I admitted once I had put the book away along with turning the TV off. I yawned as I began to feel restless, but checked my phone to see the time and realized that it was super late. Jon chuckled as he heard me yawn a bit ago.

"We should probably get some sleep, we have to make a drive to Albany tomorrow for SmackDown." Jon announced as he got up from the couch, heading towards the guest room.

I nodded as he was right and I started to head towards to my room, "I have towels and other stuff set out for you in the guest bathroom just in case you need it. Also I have a screened deck in the back and some ash trays if you need to go out for a smoke. Other than that, you can help yourself to anything in the house if you need anything else." I said and then stopped to face him. I gave him another small hug, which this time he didn't tense up like last time.

"Thanks for listening to me, letting me spill everything about me. It's nice to have someone finally hear me out." I said and pulled away, heading to my room. "Goodnight."

Jon nodded and whispered Goodnight back, watching me walk to my room. Jon headed to the guest room and laid on top of what seem to be the most comfortable bed in the world to him, laying on his back as he looked up to the ceiling. He was just thinking about the whole two hour conversation that he shared with me and how easy it was to open up to one another after knowing each other for only what? A couple of weeks? But he didn't regret it at all, he was happy that he could trust someone else other than Joe and Colby, although they were his best friends. Actually, he was feeling happy in general but a different kind of happy, a happiness that he has never felt before and he didn't know what it meant. Jon sighed and read the time on his phone which stated it was past three-thirty in the morning. He figured he would get some sleep now especially since it will be a long time before he gets to sleep in another comfortable bed. Jon got under the covers and rolled onto his left side to get comfortable, before closing his eyes and falling into a well needed sleep with one person in his mind.