Nikki Bella quit WWE that night. She must have made the reason she gave my dad convincing because I don't think he tried to change her mind. I had to admit she was smarter than I had given her credit for. She knew she had better make it convincing if she didn't want to cost her sister her job too.
I'd been waiting two days for John Cena to blow up and try to contact me about it. It was actually pissing me off, I mean it wasn't as much fun pushing his buttons if there was no reaction. I was relaxing at home in a bath when it happened, and it wasn't what I had expected.
I think I was drifting off to sleep when my phone buzzed and disturbed me. I had left it on the floor by the side of the bath where I could reach it. I dried my hands on the towel I had also left down there and picked my phone up.
There was a text from John Cena: Meet with me McMahon and fix this. You've gone too far. This is your 1 chance. I hate it when people use numbers instead of words. Illiterate asshole.
I spent a minute planning out what to send back. It took more than one message: You're giving me chances now John? How kind. But here is the thing, I'm not going to meet with you. I'm not going to fix anything, it's all fixed already. What I'm going to do is enjoy my life, every second of it now that I know you are miserable. I'm going to enjoy my life until I hear on the news one day that you put a gun in your mouth and pulled the trigger. Do it John, for me. I told you that you would pay for what you did to me.
It took him a long time to reply: You are insane. This was all you not me. You did this.
Ok John, you tell yourself that.