"Baby, baby I gotta talk to you." Jon says to me over the phone a couple weeks later. I'd just finished working with one of Phil's new horses and I was headed to Johnny's to open up the bar. "It's important." He adds.
"Can you come to the bar later?" I ask him, throwing the truck in park. "I can't talk to you and count money at the same time." I murmur, shoving the key into the door and letting myself in.
"Yeah... I'll come by." He sighs. "You still coming to the show tonight?" He asks.
"Wait." I say, stopping dead in my tracks by the pool table. "Is it bad news?" I ask him, suddenly a little concerned. I mean, I thought our relationship was going great.
"Nah sweet pea, it's good news." He chuckles.
"Alright. I'll see you later." I tell him.
"Love you."
"Love you too." I say, tossing my purse onto the counter. "Bye." I add before hanging up the phone and pulling the money out of the till.
"You make it alright?" Text from Johnny.
For some reason, no matter how many times I open this bar, Johnny always feels like he needs to check in and make sure that I'm alright.
"Yes." Text to Johnny.
I looked up a little shocked when I hear the bells on the front door. It was only 11 am, normally I wouldn't have a customer for at least a few hours. I roll my eyes when I see Daniel and Tela from the CZW come in, the same stupid fucking smirk plastered across their faces. They lean up against the bar, looking at me expectantly.
"Can I help you?" I ask, trying to be polite. Johnny didn't pay me to scare away any customers, regardless of if I liked them or not.
"We'll each have a beer." Daniel tells me. I don't reply, only grab a couple and pop the top off before setting them down in front of them. I continued to finished counting the money in the till, hoping that they would just go and sit down somewhere but neither moved. Neither did the smirk on their features.
"Did ya need something else?" I ask, putting my hand on my hip and narrowing my eyes at them.
"Oh, well we were just wondering how it feels to be dumped." Tela grins. I furrow my eyebrows, "Oh... He must not have done it yet." She snickers, glancing at Daniel.
"Well, then I guess we're doing you a favor." Daniel adds, taking a long pull off the beer. "Your boyfriend is moving to Florida next week. I'm sure he's going to leave you here, why would he carry dead, ugly weight down to FCW with him?"
"Not only that but how's it going to look when he makes it big and there a fucking stable hand on his arm? Uhm, yes Mrs. Jon Moxley what do you do for a living? Oh me? I shovel horse shit." Tela laughs, clearly amused with herself. I stand there speechless, just kind of glancing between the two of them. I'm not usually at a loss for words with these two, but I honestly had no idea what they were talking about.
"See you later trashy." Daniel shrugs, throwing a ten dollar bill on the counter. I watch as the two leave the bar, before angerly grabbing the two beer bottles and slamming them into the garbage can.
"Did Colby and Joe get accepted into FCW?" Text to Kelly.
She'd spill, and she wouldn't even know it.
"Yeah! Isn't that exciting! We're going to Florida! I'm glad he finally told you because I couldn't keep it much longer." Text from Kelly.
That fucking ass hole went behind my back and told Kelly not to say anything to me about FCW. Was he seriously thinking about leaving me here? More importantly if he'd known about it already then why the fuck hasn't he said anything to me about it. I sat and stewed for a couple hours before Jon finally came in. He instantly knew something was up because he sat at one of the stool and gave me a concerned look, leaning his body back slightly.
"What's wrong...?" He asks.
"Were you planning on telling me about FCW?" I ask him, throwing my counter rag into the sink with probably a little more force than I actually needed to. "Or were you just going to fucking leave?" His face falls and his mouth opens and shuts a few times, I don't know maybe attempting to speak but nothing came out. "What?!" I snap.
"That was my important news." He finally replies.
"Ok, let's put aside the fact that I'm seriously pissed fucking off right now for 30 seconds." I tell him, pulling the lid off a beer and handing it to him. "I'm happy that you got accepted, I knew all along you'd make it." I say.
"The calm before the storm..." He murmurs, "How did you find out? Kelly told you didn't she?" He asks.
"I can't believe you fucking told her to keep that from me!" I snarl at him. "I can't believe you chose to keep that from me! Why the hell didn't you tell me when you found out almost 3 fucking weeks ago." I yell, loosing my cool.
"I just wanted it to be the perfect fucking time!" He retaliates. "I thought it was good fucking news, I thought you wanted me to get far in wrestling but I guess fucking not!"
"You were just going to leave me here?" I ask him, my voice coming down. "Like the past year has been nothing, what the fuck Jon? I'm not trash, you can't just throw me away when you get a push." I add, feeling my cheeks flush which was the first sign I was about to cry.
"Who the hell told you this junk? I know Kelly wouldn't say shit like that." He asks, astonished that I was even talking this way. "Sweet pea, I'd never leave you here. You're part of the reason I've gotten this far."
"Daniel and Tela came in when I opened." I sigh, letting a few stray tears fall down my face. "Why would they say all that horrible crap?" I cry. Ok, so I usually wasn't one to get dramatic or emotional but the thought of being without Jon tears me open.
"Baby..." He murmurs, pushing back the stool and coming behind the bar with me. His cups my face and his thumbs wipe away my tears, "Because they're going no where." He says softly. "Hey look at me. Nothing has changed, I told you in the beginning that I wasn't going to Florida without you and I"m not. I love you, don't let those slutty, jealous bitches get under your skin." He tells me, wrapping his arms around my body. I let out a ragged breath and rest my head on his chest just under his chin. "God... you're scarey when you lose your shit like that." He chuckles, but I knew he was serious. I don't usually lose my cool, but when I do I've been told it's quite a show.
"I was mad." I whisper. "I'm still mad. I can't believe you didn't tell me until now." I tell him unimpressed. My voice is slightly muffled by his shirt but he got the idea.
"I didn't know how to tell you and I didn't know if it would be good news to you... I didn't want to risk losing you." He says, "It's exactly two weeks. That's the notice you give when you quit jobs right?" He asks.
"You're asking me to quit both my jobs?" I scoff, leaning back against the bar. "Get out from behind the bar, Johnny will have a shit fit if he sees you back here." I add, pushing him backwards a few steps.
"Hold on." He growls, putting himself back on the stool. "You said on your birthday that I couldn't leave you behind even if I tried, which by the way I never fucking would." I stand there a minute, chewing on the inside of my lip, he had me, I did say that and I meant it.
"I just didn't think it'd all happen so fast." I sigh, grabbing a shot glass from under the bar and filling it with fireball whiskey. I throw it back and look up to an amused expression on his face.
"Fuckin' sexy when you do that." He grins. "You're coming to Florida with me and you know it." He states, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Where are we going to live?" I ask him.
"FCW is giving us some money to cover that. Colby said that you and Kelly would find a place for us." He shrugs.
"Us? Like all four of us are going to live together? What about Joe?" I ask him.
"Joe is going to stay with his cousins in Tampa." He answers. "So you're coming than? No more arguments, no more flying off the handle, and please god no more crying I can't stand seeing that."
"Johnny is going to be real fucking pissed off when I tell him I'm putting my two weeks in tonight." I sigh.
"He's gonna make it." He chuckles. "Annabelle? Don't you ever let any other bitch try and tell you nothin'. I ain't goin' anywhere." He assures me. I just look at him thoughtfully, suck in a ragged breath and nod. Sometimes I was a real idiot. I guess we both have our issues.
"Florida..." I murmur, pulling a couple more beers from the cooler. "I'm kinda excited." I grin. "And I really am happy you made it to FCW, that's like one step from the big leagues right?"
"Yes mam." He smiles widely. I could tell he was super excited, this was what he truly wanted to become in life. "And I owe most of it to you. You're the one that believed in me more than I did myself." He states.
"You're an amazing athlete Jon." I say to him. He grins and wags his eyebrows, leaning back in the stool as if to say 'I know'. "God you're such an asshole." I laugh.
"What? I was just enjoying the compliment." He grins. "You know what we're going to do on my first day off?" He asks.
"What?"
"Universal. Roller coasters." He smiles.
"Oh my god and the beach..." I sigh, leaning on my arms against the bar. "Two weeks is hardly enough time to pack with both of us working full time." I tell him with another sigh.
"We'll make it work." He assures me. "Hey Brock." He greets the blonde as he walks in. After meeting Nate, Brock really didn't phase Jon anymore.
"Hey, do you know if Johnny is coming in tonight?" I ask him, pulling my time card out and punching myself out. "I've got to talk to him." I add.
"I don't think so. Said something about hockey game tonight." He answers.
"Shit that's right. I'll have to tell him tomorrow than." I say, glancing at Jon. "Where are we headed?" I ask him, slinging my purse over my shoulder.
"CZW arena. Show is in an hour and I want to put my fucking hands all over you in front of Daniel and Tela." He smirks. "Those skanks are going to figure it out someday." He adds.
"See you later Brock." I tell him, following Jon out of the bar and to his Blazer. "Jeez, do you think this old Blazer will make it to Florida?" I tease him.
"Hey. This is the most reliable thing I've ever owned." He exclaims, defending his truck. "We can't all afford big fancy Chevy trucks." He adds, teasing me a little.
"Hey! I worked hard to pay for that fucking truck." I say to him, punching his shoulder. "Do you I ate ramen noodles and mac and cheese for a year paying it off." I tell him.
"Ya poor thing." He chuckles, pulling into a space at the back of the building. We walk up to the back door and I hesitate, did I really want to have to see either of those two girls? "Come on sweet pea." He murmurs, seeing my hesitation. He pulls me into the doors and we go off to find a private room. "You wanna fuck?" He asks, smirking at me as he tosses his bag onto the table in the room.
"You're so romantic Jon, I just don't know how to handle it." I say unimpressed.
"So that's a no than?" He mocks disappointment. "It's like, good luck sex." He adds.
"Not happening. Though I wouldn't mind if Tela and Daniel walked in while you're dick was in me." I shrug. I know, I'm a horrible person but I don't care. "They'd probably say it was a good bye sex romp anyway." I mutter, hoisting myself up onto the pool table that was in there.
"Just forget about them sweet pea. They're not moving to Florida." He states, coming between my legs and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm fuckin' tired." He groans, resting his forehead on my shoulder.
"Awww are we witnessing the 'goodbye hug'?" Tela taunts from the doorway. I glower at her and I feel Jon tense under my fingers before I see the anger in his eyes when he pulls away from my shoulder.
"You fucking cunts better learn to mind your fuckin business!" He snarls at them. He doesn't move an inch though, arms still wrapped tightly around my waist. "Just feelin bad for yourselves because you'll never get out of this shit hole town or move up to a bigger company. Feel fuckin' sorry for you." He tells them, eye Colby as he walked into the room passing the two girls.
"Please. You're really going to take her with you?" Daniel asks, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now that you're in FCW you could do so much better than that." She states, glancing at me. I take a deep breath and chew on the inside of my lip, I wasn't about to let this trailer trash slut get the best of me.
"We're leaving in a couple weeks." Colby tells them.
"And so help me god... If I hear that you two even looked at her again, I"ll beat the holy living hell out of both of you." Jon threatens them. Daniel huffs and Tela rolls her eyes but they both retreat back to where ever they'd came from.
"They..." Colby states, pointing towards the door. "Are why Kelly isn't here tonight." He says, giving me an encouraging smile. "Just ignore them. They can't stand to see other people happy."
"We are happy. Aren't we?" Jon grins, pressing his lips against my forehead. I give a 'mmhmm' in response and return his grin. "Will you hang out with her during my match?" He asks Colby.
"Yeah man of course." He nods.
"I can't bail her out of jail if she beats the crap out of those two." He teases.
"Oh whatever." I laugh. "Go win this match so we can go home and pack... and have sex..." I ponder, "And pack some more." I smile, kissing him.