Title: Ride Of Your Life
Author: Adrian Jade
Summary: One day you wake up and realize that everything you thought mattered to you doesn't. John Cena has a girlfriend who he thinks he loves and a best friend who he knows he will always love. What happens when on a random pit stop to a Walmart they find something that could change all of their lives. John needs to choose where his heart belongs.
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Chapter10: More Than A Memory
People say she's only in my head. It's gonna take time but I'll forget.
Flashback
Rain was pelting his windshield John was doing 90 to try and get to Ashley's house. He needed to explain to her why he made the choice he did. He was too concerned with trying to win his best friend back than his own personal well being. By the luck of some higher power he made it to her house in one piece. He let himself into the home using the key she had once gave him and stepped into a very empty foyer.
"Hello" he called out to someone.
He did a once over almost all of Ashley and Isabella's furniture was gone. He stood in the middle of the barely furnished living room. He walked over to the fireplace where all of their pictures had once been. There was only one left it was of him and Ashley at New Year Eve 2 years ago. Their bright smiling faces made his heart ache. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and they both had cups of beer in their hands. He ran his fingers over the picture as almost to try and go back to that time.
"May I help you?" an older gentleman entered the room.
"Who are you?" John asked.
"I should be asking you the same question ... why are you in my house?"
"What do you mean your house, what happened to the owners who lived here before"
"Wait you must be John ... one of the young women left something here for you" he left the room and returned a few minutes later with an envelope. John opened it and read it's contents.
John,
Isa asked me to go on tour in Europe with her and I accepted. Please don't try and contact me, I'm moving on and I suggest you do the same. Phinnigan is ok so don't worry about him. I want you to have a good life.
Ashley
So this is the way she wanted to end everything. He could only nod and put the letter in his pocket.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you" he told the man.
"It's quite alright but I will need to have that key"
"Oh yeah" John handed him the key.
On the way out he grabbed the picture from the mantle place and walked out of the house and into the fury of the on coming storm.
People say she's only in my head. It's gonna take time but I'll forget.
John stared at the clock beside his bed. It was 2 AM and he was trying everything in his power to fall asleep but he couldn't. He didn't want to fall asleep because his dreams haunted him. He decided to take a shower because at least that would give him something to do instead of just lying there miserable. The hot water hit his face and not even that could make his mood any better. He got out of the shower and got dressed. He picked up the phone from his nightstand and dialed Ashley's number.
"Hi you've reached Ash. I'm not here right now leave a message and I'll call you back"
He never left a message thought. He called her cellphone at least 3 times a day just so that he could hear her voice again. He walked into his kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He looked down at his meal of a ham sandwich and chips, he had one bite and just left it there on the counter. He grabbed his trusty bottle of Jack Daniels and a beer before entering his living room. He shivered at the cool air of his home.
He threw some wood into his fire place and lit a match. He had 2 sips of the Jack Daniels but got frustrated that even that didn't help him so without even thinking he threw the half drunken bottle right at the fireplace and watched as the flame exploded. He left the room and ventured over to his hall closet and pulled out a box containing everything that ever had anything to do with Ashley. He returned to the living room and proceeded to throw everything into the fireplace. Including the picture that he had retrieved from Ashley's old house. Once he had finished that he sunk to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Please someone just please help me" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Help me" he then whispered.
He grabbed the phone again and dialed Randy's number. It rang a few times and then a very groggy and pissed off Randy answered.
"Hello" he said while yawning.
"Hey man what's up?" John asked.
"Dude it's 2:30 in the morning"
"I know but I just needed someone to talk to"
"John it's going to be alright" Randy said.
"Thanks man that's all I needed to hear"
Randy hung up the phone and John just sat there in the same spot for a few minutes before going over to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like hell, he hadn't shaved in weeks and his eyes were blood shot and puffy. But at this point he really didn't care about his appearance
He took a seat in his favorite chair and flicked through the channels. But nothing was on TV at this hour. He took a sip of his beer and tried to place it one the coffee table next to him but he missed and half the beer spilled onto the floor before he caught it and placed it safely on the table. He got tired after a few minutes of staring at the blank screen. He finished the rest of his beer and then got some paper towels to clean up his mess. He threw the rest of his sandwich away and put his dirty dish in the sink. He returned to his bed room and pulled his shirt off before getting back into bed and turning off the lights.
People say she's only in my head. It's gonna take time but I'll forget.