A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I finally handed in that essay so I'm free for a few days.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters mentioned in this story. I only own the plot.

Chapter 12

John stared at his father in shock. "Get out?" he questioned. "Yes, I said get out," answered Mr. Morrison.

"Well where am I supposed to go?"

"Your mom's on her way to pick you up."

There were so many questions swimming around in John's head. He just didn't know which one to start with. "Just tell me why," he said. He felt as if his father had some explaining to do. He couldn't just leave without getting some answers. "I don't have anything to explain to you," said Mr. Morrison. "You're just a boy." There was a moment when John wondered how he could possibly be related to such a cruel old man. "She didn't do anything wrong," said John. That seemed to trigger something in his father. "You know nothing," he spat out. John was surprised. His father had never yelled at him before. It took him all his courage to finally speak up. "Can, you please just tell me what went wrong." John could feel himself on the brink of tears. His father saw this and his expression immediately changed.

He hated seeing John cry. He used to remember all those nights when John would cry about monsters being under his bed. It broke his heart. "She got a job," was all he said. John stared at his father in disbelief.

"You kicked her out, because she got a job?"

"Yes."

John was bewildered. He tried to think of all the possible reasons for someone to kick somebody else out of the house because they got a job. "Why was that a bad thing?"

"I wanted her to be a house wife, and she didn't."

"So you kicked her out for one disagreement?"

"Yes. She wasn't the proper wife" said Mr. Morrison, as if there was nothing wrong with that. "You're mental," was all John said before walking out the door. As soon as he slammed the door behind him, Stephanie Morrison pulled up to the curb. However, John was too angry to notice that someone else was also in his mother's car. Stephanie could sense her son's sadness. She decided to not pester him unnecessary questions. "Are you ready to go baby boy?" she asked quietly. John nodded and walked towards. He took one last look at the house in which he had been raised for the past 15 years of his life. He then got in the back seat and watched the house disappear.

John could hear someone talking on the phone in the front seat. He didn't realize until then that there was someone other than his mother sitting in the front seat. The voice sounded really familiar. It was like, he had heard it before. John waited patiently for the person to finish their phone conversation. When she did, Stephanie introduced her to him. "Tori, this is my son John. John, this is my best friend Victoria Perez."

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"What are you doing here?" questioned Melina. "I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by," answered Mickie.

"How did you get my address?"

"I asked the secretary?"

"So she just gave you my address, without asking me?"

"I guess so," said Mickie inviting herself in. She looked around and whistled. "This is quite a house you got here."

"Thanks." Melina felt awkward. She didn't know what to say to Mickie. She had never had a friend over at her house before. "There should be a guide on how to talk to your friends when they come over for the first time," thought Melina. "What does your mom do for a living," asked Mickie. Melina' eyes suddenly widened. "Uhh···· she works as an accountant."

"Cool. Anyway I should better go. I just dropped by to check out the place." Melina was puzzled. Why would Mickie want to check out her house? Had she heard something? "Why?"

"Because, the guys and I are coming here after school tomorrow." Melina did a mental sigh. She had forgotten all about their little get together for the next day. "Alrighty then, I'll see you tomorrow."

A/N: My search party and I found a break in the case of my missing MoJo. Hopefully, we can wrap this case up before anyone gets hurt.