I was sitting backstage at Smackdown. I had not felt great all day, too much stress I guess. My phone vibrated against my leg. I took it out of my pocket and saw Cena had sent me another text: This is your last chance Stephanie. Fix this. Again with this?
I'd had enough of his pathetic threats. I interrupted Paul who was talking to my dad, "Come here please Paul."
He walked over, "What's up? Are you okay? You've been quiet today."
"I'm fine, take a picture with me."
He smiled, "Uh... okay."
He sat down next to me and I held my phone out in front of me and took a picture of us both. I made sure I looked as happy as possible, "Thanks honey, I just wanted to put it on my Twitter."
He kissed me on the cheek and went back over to my dad.
Firstly I uploaded the picture to my Twitter in case Paul looked for it later. It really was a nice picture of us. Now it was time to use it for the real reason I wanted it.
I sent it John with the message: Again with this? I thought it was my final chance last time? You don't scare me John. I'm safe and I'm happy, especially when I'm with my husband. Why don't you spend some time with your girlfriend? She has plenty of free time too now right? Oh, now I remember. She left you. How do you like that John? Now leave me alone.
About a minute later I got a reply: You're not with him 24/7 though are you?
I sighed. He actually thinks he's going to scare me with threatening text messages? Pathetic.
The next day we had flown back home and I had picked up the girls. Paul had headed straight to the office from the airport, there was something he had to catch up on. I don't know really, I wasn't paying attention when he told me to be honest.
I pulled into our driveway and parked my car in front of the house. I don't bother putting it in the garage until night time, it's more convenient just to park it outside if I have to use it again later.
I had got out and opened the rear door on the driver's side for my youngest daughter Vaughn to get out. Danger.
I looked around. Why did I just think that?
There was nobody around and the street was quiet. Get the girls in the house!
At times like that I don't question my instincts I just do what they tell me, "Come on girls, let's see who can get to the house first? I bet you can't all beat me?"
Naturally they all ran up the steps to the front door as fast as they could. I ran up behind them and quickly got us inside and slammed the door shut. What the hell was that about?
My eldest daughter Aurora laughed at me, "You're too slow mommy, even Vaughn beat you."
You're losing it Steph, you need to stop texting Cena. His stupid threats are making you paranoid. Maybe I should tell Paul about it? No, that will make things worse. Just get a hold of yourself.
"Come on girls, let's make you some food."
I kept feeling uneasy over the next few days. Eventually I deleted John's number from my phone. I had enjoyed pushing his buttons but now I realised it was doing as much harm to me as it was to him. What I really needed was to talk to someone about it. You can't tell Paul, he'll lose it when he realises what you've been doing. You can't tell your parents that will probably be even worse. Tell Shane? My brother will listen to me, won't he? He will, but he will still to Paul or my dad. Or both.
I didn't know what to do or who to talk to but then suddenly it was obvious. Rocky.