Chapter Seven

I had never had a difficult time thinking about things, but it was more like the way my thoughts formed. I didn't realize it at first, but after I met Seth and Roman they helped me see, and understand a clearer and easier way of thinking. Since Nikki came back into my life, I felt as though everything was turned upside down. I felt like suddenly I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and there was no outlet. Don't get me wrong with what I am saying, I love my sister, and I want to take care of her, and provide the best life for her. It's just… seeing her now, the way she is, makes me wonder what she went through after I left. I know she told me her life after I left, and how she was being abused, but when she turned to the streets, what happened then? What kind of life was she living? I wondered if it was like the one I had lived not that long ago. The drugs, and alcohol came too easy for a guy like me, women flocked to me, everything seemed easy, but at the same time the world was so cruel, and so difficult to concur. There were times when I felt the world was laughing at me, pointing out my flaws, and calling me weak, I knew I was, and in some ways I still am. You see there was something about me that worked well, maybe a little bit too well, the only thing I had going for me was my thoughts. My mind was constantly turning, I was always coming up with something new to do, or try. After I got into wrestling, I made a lot of enemies, but I was good, really good at what I did, and I also had a lot of people, other wrestlers who were afraid of me and would look the other way when I walked by. The biggest part of me knew that if I could use my brain to get this far, why couldn't I use it to help my little sister, so she didn't have to turn out fucked up like me.

I felt guilty somehow. My brother was falling apart, which was something I had never seen from him. He was always a step ahead of everyone else. In the end he stayed with me for as long as he could, I didn't blame him for wanting to leave home the first chance he got at eighteen, however I did blame him for not taking me with him. I felt as though he was my protector, I couldn't defend myself when I was a kid, he promised to do it for me since I couldn't rely on my mother. I couldn't help but wonder if his current breakdown was caused by me. Was Jon disappointed in me? I knew I had my faults, but so did every other human on this planet. All I knew was I needed to talk to him, so I followed him.

I came to the end of a street I watched Jon run down. There was a small gas station on the corner, which he was currently pacing back and forth. He looked like a tormented caged animal, it was terrifying, I had never known this side of Jon, and I had to wonder when did this part of him come to life?

When I looked closer I could see him on the phone, but who was he talking to? I was too far away to listen, so I just watched. He continued his pacing. Once in a while his right hand would make its way up to his hair only to run his hand through it messily. He wasn't on the phone very long, when he finally put the phone in his back pocket, and kicked a rock down the street, as he made his way towards me. I took a few steps back, and acted as though I was just coming to find him. "Jon, there you are."

"Not now." Jon said coldly. His voice was full of anger, and his eyes were cold. I had never seen this side of him, and it worried me.

"Jon what's going on with you? Why are you acting like this?" I questioned, which was probably the wrong thing to do right now, he wasn't very happy.

"Go back to the car, I just need some space. Tell the guys I'll meet them at the next stop." Jon said, before walking past me, his hands shoved deeply into the pocket of his black hooded jacket.

"What?" I questioned, "I'm not leaving you. We've been apart for so long, I'm not turning away now. I won't risk not seeing you again." I said, walking up to him. I know I must have sounded desperate, and pathetic, but I didn't care. I didn't want to lose my brother again.

I walked in the opposite direction, knowing exactly where I could go. My mind drifted to the conversation just minutes before my sister found me. I had reached out to a long time friend, someone I knew I could trust, and someone that understood me. I called Sami Callihan, we had lived on the streets together, drank, and did drugs together, got clean together, and got into wrestling together.

"Jon, hey man, what up?" Sami asked through the phone in his usual gruff, but happy voice. After Sami kicked the drug habit, I noted an instant change in his attitude. He was no longer mean, and angry, he was nice, calm, funny, and energetic. Sami was the type of guy that was always into something, childish or not, he knew how to have fun.

"Hey man, I need a favor." I said, getting right to the point.

"Sure, anything." Sami said instantly.

"Great, I'll come by your place then. I'm not too far away." Jon said. Sami said he would be there, and wait for him, that's when he hung up and started to walk away.

Yay! Another update! Hope you guys liked it. I know its a little choppy, and short, but thats the way it needs to be. The next chapter is going to be mainly Jon and Sami.

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