John's eyes fluttered open and he went to stretch his aching limbs. He didn't remember working out yesterday or the day before. That's when he looked over his shoulder, since he felt a body pressing against him.
He gasped and scrambled to move away from that horrible person. His arms flailed helplessly at his sides and his legs pushed at the cotton sheets. John felt himself falling, felt himself going under, but something caught him, or should he say someone?
Randy stared down at him, his eyes saying how tired he was, and the big, dark bags surely did say that as well. Randy pulled John upwards, grunting softly, and asked, "Can you at least hate me at some other time in the morning? It's 5 am. Seriously, just go back to sleep."
John sighed and shoved his face into the pillow, over and over and over again. He didn't want to respond back, because he knew they would just keep fighting back and forth, so he settled for a simple, "Ok."
Randy flung himself back down onto the warm sheets and pulled the comforter over his freezing legs.
"Randy," John whispered, hesitantly.
"What could you possibly want now?" Randy groaned, from underneath the blankets. "You want to go home right?"
John chewed on the gooey flesh inside his cheek and opened his mouth to speak. He shut it, then opened it once more. "No.. Can you please un-tie the ropes? I promise I won't run away. I'm sure if I did, Cody and Ted wouldn't let me get threw that door without a fight."
Randy opened one eye in shock and pushed the covers off his face. He opened his other eye and met John's gaze. Randy somehow felt like that was the utter truth. "You promise?" That didn't mean he couldn't make sure.
John nodded and held his hands out for Randy.
Randy stood even though his body told him to get back in the bed, he slowly walked out the door, down to the kitchen. He grabbed a pair of scissors and climbed the stairs, hearing familiar people giggling in the room next door.
He shook his head and smiled to himself. He couldn't help, but feel a little curious though. He tip toed over to the door and pressed his ear against the cold, wooden door. Randy strained his ears, trying to understand what his boys were talking about.
"I can't wait for that day Teddy." Of course, that's Cody.
"Yeah Cody, we're going to show him who's boss." Of course, that's Ted, but what the fuck were they talking about?
"We're going to make him pay for disrespecting Randy. He should know who runs this show. He can't just start saying shit, like it's his place." Were they talking about John?
Randy pressed the palms of his hands against the door and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make sense of their words.
"Cody, you're the best. You always have a plan and know what to do."
Cody giggled some more and said, "I know. I'm going to love seeing his face while you fuck him, but right now Teddy, I just want to watch your face while you fuck me."
Randy turned around from the erotic sounds that were coming from inside that room and his stomach started to feel a little queasy. They were going to rape his John. He would not let them, he wouldn't.
He raced silently back over to the room, to find John staring up at the ceiling. Randy stopped in his tracks and stared at John. Suddenly, Randy began to feel bad for this man. John was right. He didn't deserve to be here, here in this torture place.
Randy could picture his team mates doing dirty stuff to John. He could see John's face, begging for them to stop, trying to scream for help, screaming for anybody, anybody including Randy.
He felt his insides caving and he ran to the bed, even though you weren't supposed to run with scissors. John looked at Randy strangely. Randy chopped off the ropes, until they were a pile of nothing on the floor and quickly sat John up.
"John listen to me. You can't stay here any longer. Ted and Cody, they have a plan. They want to do horrible things to you, things I don't even want to think about. You have to go."
John laughed. "You're just now figuring that out? When you kidnapped me, Ted and Cody were kissing me, like really kissing me, and two days ago, well, Ted started going a little farther than kissing me. So, yeah, I kind of knew that."
Randy's eyes widened. He didn't think his protégés had any interest in John. "Why didn't you tell me?"
John shrugged. "I guess, because I didn't think you would care, and I kind of figured you would do the same anyways too."
Randy smacked his forehead. "I'm such an idiot!"
John chuckled low in his throat and replied, "Yeah, you are."
Randy glared at him. "Don't push it."
John held his now free hands up in defense and everything got quiet all of a sudden. John's heart was telling him to leave this house and to never come back, but it was also saying to take Randy with him. That he was wrong about this man. He shouldn't have judged him so fast. "Ok, so I can leave right?"
Randy nodded, slouching his shoulders and lowering his head.
"Can I leave with you?" John said, looking down at the sad expression on Randy's face.
Randy's head shot up in amazement and a twinkle filled his eyes. "You mean, you're going to give me a chance?"
"Yeah Randy, but don't screw this up. This is you're only shot with me."
Randy smiled and grabbed John's hand. "Let's get out of here." They walked towards the door and silently opened it, glancing around the hallway. There was no sign of the tag team champions and they crept downstairs together.
John felt like a teenager again. When he was younger, he used to sneak down his stairway to go out and party. This reminded him so much of his younger years.
Randy whispered, "I'll go get the keys, you go outside and stand by the car. I'll be there in a few minutes."
John nodded and creaked open the front door, the eerie darkness meeting his eyes. He hasn't been outside in what feels like forever. He shut the door quietly and made his way over to the truck.
Meanwhile inside, Randy scrambled to find the keys. Where the fuck were they? He had put them on top the refrigerator and now they're nowhere to be found.
A voice met his ears. "Looking for something?" Randy glanced to the right of him and noticed Cody holding a familiar looking pair of keys.
He stepped backwards and bumped into another hard body. Randy looked behind him and met a smirking Ted. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm just, uh, going to get more food. I think we ran out." Randy made up on the spot.
Cody nodded, going along with what the older Legacy member said. "I'm sure, and you left John up there all alone? You should know better than that, he could run away."
"He's sleeping." Randy said a little too quickly, walking forward a little and leaning on the cabinet.
Cody snorted and walked over towards the door. He pushed the curtain aside and the corners of his lips turned upwards. "Randy, you are a horrible liar and an even horrible actor. You're going to do as we say? Got it?"
Ted walked over towards Randy and leaned in. "If you don't, we're going to pound your face in."
Randy bit his lip and looked through the blinds at John, who was pacing impatiently in front of the car. He knew he wouldn't be able to beat his group. It was a 2 on 1 attack. He would have to do as they say. Slowly, he responded, "I'm listening.."