"And I will walk 500 miles and I will walk 500 more! Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles to fall down at your door! Da Da Da! Da Da Da!.."

This was the song being sung by Chris Jericho. He loved singing,it was his passion,even though he was just a measly truck driver. When he was twenty, he tried out for American Idol. They turned him away,though, because of how raspy and unkempt his voice was. That was ten-plus years ago,so it didn't really didn't bother him. He was happy and content with what he was doing now so that was all that mattered. He smiled, thinking of how much stronger this job had made him,physically and mentally.

In every city he stopped in, Chris went to the closest gym and worked out,after he unloaded his products to their rightful owners. When he started this trucking job 10 years ago, he was 235 pounds,and flabby at that. Now he was 190 with 15% body fat. All of the females wanted to be with him and the dudes always asked for fitness secrets. That used to be him,envying him older brother. Surprising how much hard work helps,right?

Chris was driving to his home in Weymouth,Massachusetts for the week,since he wouldn't have anymore drop-offs until next Thursday. He was ready to go see his mother and dad,who stayed with him in his house. The only thing he wasn't ready for was his mother's constant beckoning for him to find a woman. He never had time to date,since he was always on the road,but he mom couldn't seem to understand that. She always looked for some way to get under his skin about it. Hopefully she would leave it alone,because he really just wanted to be acquainted with his king-sized bed.

He was riding past Roseberry Penitentiary and it made him feel bad that there were even a need for places like these. All of those children left to rot; it made him feel like a horrible person because he couldn't help them at all. He focused on the road and saw something laying there. He saw a lot of red,so he lot it was blood from a deer that had gotten struck down. He swerved around it,trying not to get it all over his tires.

Too bad the blood was actually hair. It got caught in his tires' grooves and the person that it was attached to was being dragged down the road. Good thing he lived 15 minutes away right?

"Why do you get the better bunk?!"

"They like me better! Why do you get to wear regular clothes?!"

"Because I'm allergic to the fabric the jumpsuits are made of. My parents didn't send me here to die,at least I hope."

"Oh,sorry. I thought you were just getting special treatment."

"It's no problem,you're not the first to say that."

AJ smiled at Maryse,sincerely,for the first time that night. She felt bad for bashing her without even getting to know her first. Hopefully she felt the same way.

"Alise,is it?"

"I prefer AJ, but yes my real name is Alise."

"I'm sorry for giving you a hard time before. You just got here and I shouldn't have gotten on you like that. I'm not used to room with anyone."

"Don't worry about it. How about we start over?"

"Sure. Hi I'm Maryse,nice to meet you." she said,sticking her hand out.

"Nice to meet you Maryse. My name is Alise,but I would prefer to go by AJ." said AJ,as she took Maryse's hand and shook it. They stood there looking into each other's eyes,searching for some kind of anger in the other. They couldn't find any,so they let go of each other's hand and smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking Maryse,could you tell me why you're here?"

For a few seconds, Maryse seemed to cringe,like she was trying to avoid this question all together. She sighed and looked at AJ,tears stinging her eyes.

"I have a serious case of Phobias. I have almost every single one known to man. It's gotten me in real bad trouble. I was raped at the age of 6 by my uncle because I have a fear of telling on someone. It kept happening until I was 10,when I we got caught. My mom thought it was my fault, due to the fact I had conceived a fear of talking after it had started. I just started to talk again two months ago. My mom sent me here that next day because she thinks I had a sex problem,but I don't! She just doesn't understand." She said as she crying violently. Her body shook violently as she bent over,tears flowing from here eyes. AJ wasnt sure if she liked to be touched,so she slowly inched her way over to her. She lightly touched the small of her back, only to be pulled into a full embrace.

"I have a phobia of being alone. You won't leave me right?"

"No I wouldn't dream of it."

"Well where do we stand now Steph?"

"Well I guess we must be in love all over again. So, we could be in a relationship."

"Stephanie, we're both married! How is this supposed to work?!"

"Well, I'm in the process of breaking it off with Hunter as we speak."

"Wait,what?!" was all John could muster. They both looked so happy together,he just didn't understand.

"He's been cheating on me with the secretary, Melina Perez. She confessed to me right after it happened, though."

"Why haven't you confronted him."

"I couldn't find the motivation until now. I already have the papers ready for him to sign. He gets zero custody with the kids. They're too young to remember him anyways. The oldest one is three,so it isn't that bad. If you came in, maybe they wouldn't even notice."

"Really? I look nothing like him!"

"So?! If you break it off with that red-headed bimbo, you could bring your son too."

"I just married her! What would her family think?"

"What do you think? Or better yet,how do you feel about this entire situation?" Stephanie sneered,getting all up in John's face. He glared at her for a second, then his face lightened up. He was in deep thought about what Steph had just said.

"I...feel like she's cheating on me."

"John, I'm sorry."

"No,don't be. This has to end.. Tonight. I'll be right back." he said as he walked out to his truck. The sight he saw wasn't one he was expecting. There was blood everywhere and Eli was hollering horribly. He swung open the door and took his son out. He rocked him in his arms,trying to soothe him. Once his crying subsided,John went to the passenger side and looked around. His interior was stained with blood and boy was it messy. He couldn't find a trace of Maria. It was if someone had beaten her senseless and then taken her. A pang of guilt had just rolled in on him. What had he just done?