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"Orton get your ass out here" I done as I was told. Walking down the ramp cocky smile on my face. The crowd booed me and I soaked it up letting it fuel me. I walked as slowly as I ever did to the ring, watching him watch me. As I climbed into the ring reciving a mic on the way. We stood facing each other, tension tastable and by god did the crowd love it.
"You seem pissed Cena" I chuckled into the mic and a smile spread acorss his face,
"Do I? You know I have no idea why" He paused pretending to think and I loved every single second of it, "Maybe it's because after my tittle match on Monday, you came out and smacked me over the head with my own tittle-"
"Yeah well come Sunday it'll be mine anyway so why don't you quit whining and get over it?" I asked as I turned to climb back out the ring. He grabbed me by the wrist and spun me so quickly by the time I caught my feeting I was pressed completely up against him - foreheads touching. I growled slightly trying desperatly to keep in character. We kept pushing out foreheads against each other and then I steped back once and laughed, climbing out the the ring and never looking at him. I got backstage and breathed. Truely breathed like I hadn't the whole time I was out there.
"That looked great Randy" Vince beamed, "Well done" I nodded
"Thanks Vince" I eyed Cena as Vince caught up with him. He eyed me back and we both shared another small sad smile.
"On a scale from one to ten" I turned and seen Shawn and Hunter smirking wildly, "How hard was it not to take him then and there?" Shawn finished.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me once you two have finished?" I smirked and they smiled.
Every week since my storyline with Cena started back up, they had looked out for me. Tried to talk me into to talking to him and all in all trying to get me with Cena.
It had failed, ovbiously. If it didn't include our matches, I didn't talk to Cena. Even after knowing he still cared for me, I couldn't find the will to walk back into his life.
I started to get changed and I smiled. Tonight we where in St Louis. I hadn't seen Alana yet, but I had aranged to meet with Sam to see her tomorrow. Since the divorce she hadn't aloud me to see her, not like I had had the time too.
A small knock came at my locker room door and I opened it, "Shawn I-" I stopped dead in my tracks seeing Sam. She looked nervous and small. The exact same way she did when she told me she had been having an affair.
"We need to talk" She stated, "Can we go somewhere?"
"A few of the lads want to go out for a few Sam. Is it really important?" I asked her finishing packing.
"Its about Alana" I stopped hearing my daughters name. I grabbed my stuff and she fell into step with me. As we walked through the arena I seen the confussed looked from everyone. I ignored them, all but one that belonged to a certain pair of blue eyes.
"Where is Lana anyways?" I asked as we climbed into the car and drove off towards my hotel.
"With Greg" I laughed bitterly.
"I get banned from seeing her for months while you move your new man in and replace me as a father?" I shook my head.
Other than that it was completely silent until we got into my room. It was awful, I wanted to know what was wrong my my daughter, why hadn't Sam brought her with her? I shook the doubts out of my head. I sat my things down, pulling things out to wear tonight waiting on Sam starting to talk.
"Are you gonna talk?" I snapped. Still annoied that she hadn't broughten my baby girl with her.
"I um" she swallowed, "I lied about when the afair with Greg started" I pulled a confussed face.
"Sam I honestly couldn't care if the afair started one year or 8 years ago now. The only reason I have to still be conected to you is my daughter" Her eyes whelled up and I stopped what I was doing realizing something was really wrong.
"I really didn't wanna do this Randy. He made me" I was beyond confused now. I kneeled in front of her,
"Sam, you not making any sence whats wrong"
"I meant it when I said I never wanted to hurt you Randy. It still stands"
"Sam tell me whats wrong!" I was starting to panic.
"The afair started four years ago not three" she said again and I was so confused with her constant jumping,
"So he made you tell me?" I asked confussed and she shook her head, more tears falling from her eyes as she did, "What did he make you do Sam?" She opened up her bag and handed me two letters. Confussed I opened them.
Dear Mrs. Orton. We are pleased to inform you we have found a conclusive match from the two DNA samples you sent us. Results can be found below and if you have any questions or further inquires please do not hesitate to contact us.
I Ignored the rest of the letter and looked at Sam who was crying silently now.
"Sam what does it mean the two DNA samples?"
"Yours and Gregs" My heart shattered as I finally relized what was going on. I scanned the letter and sure as hell it was written in black and white, "Alana's not mine" She shook her head no. The room started to spin as my world fell from under me.
I grabbed her wrist pulling her to her feet a blind rage taking over me. "How?" I shook my head, "Why after all this time?" I couldn't even think straight.
"Randy let go your hurting me" She sobbed but I didn't, "I thought she was yours. I wanted her to be users"
"Why so you could keep the house and the cars?" I scoffed, "You really are pathetic Sam"
"No!" She defiended crying harder, "You love her, and she adores you. I so badly wanted her to be yours!"
"Get out Sam. Please just leave" I asked letting go of her arm.
"Randy I'm sorry" She cried.
"Are you the perfect little family now? With the perfect home?" She cried harder, "I hope your happy now I really do. You've managed to take everything away from me" I roared, now also crying, "GET OUT! NOW! MOVE!" She grabbed her bag, opening the door, she turned to say something but I slammed the door in her face.
I gripped the letter with dear life. I realized I had lost everything.
My wife, my home, my daughter and John.
Everything.
I crawled towards my bag, pulling my phone out. Dailing a number from memory. Something in the back of my mind told me this wasn't a good idea but
"Randy?" A small male voice asked, "It's been a while mate! Where have you been?"
Ignoring his small talk I simply asked, "How quickly can you meet me with a $40 bag?"
"Of your shit? Now? I've got Two bags sitting ready"
"I want them both" I said.
"No problem, meet you at the usual spot"
"Give me twenty minutes, need to change and hit an ATM up"
"See you soon brother"
I walked into the club, people already dancing around me. It was all too fimaliar. It was even the same bar staff. I slid into a booth beside Alex.
"You look rough Randy" he noted.
"It happens when bitches completely wreck your life" He passed me a beer he had ovbiously ordered for me.
"Sam? Thought you where over her?" I nodded.
"Oh I am. But she left out one little detail when she told me about the afair"
"Yeah?" He questioned, all the while sitting to pretty bags in my lap under the table. I passed him the money in the same order, "What she do this time" I passed him the letter and he scanned over it and chocked on his beer.
"Alana's not yours" I shook my head managing to open the bag on my lap and pull out two pills washing them down with the beer.
"Randy do you really think its best right now?" He questioned.
"Yes" I stated taking another two with my beer.
"Maybe just one bag?" he questioned.
"12 little pills are not gonna take the edge off" I hissed, "I'll be fine. I know when to stop" He nodded. A pretty blonde with pratically nothing on had caught my eye as she danced and I smiled towards her.
"Give me a call in the morning. Let me know your still alive yeah?"
"Yes mother" I rolled my eyes as the blonde walked towards me, "Later Alex"
"Later Randy" He sighed and lefted the booth.
The Blonde took his place. I smirked towards her.
"Randy Orton" I eyed her, "You looking for a good time?" she had way to much make up on and her hair was badly dyed, with roots coming in. Her teeth where an off yellow colour. Her dress screamed easy, but right now I didn't care if I had to pay for a good night. I was going to forget all about Sam, Greg, John and Alana.
"I'm always looking for a good time" I smirked at her, "Question is can you give me it"
"You give me a few of those pretty pills on you lap, and I'll give you whatever you need"
"Take a bag for all I care" I noted how my vision was already starting to blur I knew it would be stupid to take both bags and if she only wanted some pills to have a good time, she could join me. She stood walking around the table sitting on my lap. To anyone watching I was getting a lap dance from a fan. No one would have known we where fucked out of our face on pills, then again I doubted anyone really cared.
Sorry about any mistakes, I really don't have the time to be fucking with spell check atm :/ xx