Warnings: See chapter 1
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Author's note: Here it is, the long awaited chapter 8 of The Greatest Betrayal. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Please review after reading and tell me what you think of the new chapter, also leave suggestions if you have any and I might used them for the upcoming chapters.
John was walking back into the lobby of Hotel de Vendome. The hotel the Raw roster was staying in during the first leg of the European tour in France. As he walked through the lobby and to the elevators he swore he felt everyone's eyes on him. He seriously was tired of all the staring and whispering that had been going on for the past couple of days. He felt as if everyone knew a secret that he did not.
Instead he walked to the elevator and almost threw himself into the elevator when it arrived and the doors opened. He pressed the button for the tenth floor and just leaned against the wall until he got to the floor his room was at. By the time he got there he had his room card out and almost ran and opened the door to his room 1010. When he stepped inside he slammed the door shut and threw himself on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. He rolled over and buried his head on the soft pillows. He was considering taking a long bath and then getting drunk when he heard someone banging on his door.
"John?" He heard Phil on the other side of the door, "Open the damn door. We need to talk."
John sighed in frustration and dragged his feet to the door. He opened the door and Phil stormed into his room.
"Yeah, come in," John said sarcastically, "Make yourself at home bro."
"Just shut up, sit down, and listen, we need to talk."
"Phil are we breaking up?" John said faking hysteria, "Are we having the talk?"
"This is serious."
"What is it Phil?" John said now worried, "Are Jeff and Alex okay?"
"They're fine," Phil answered, "I just found out why the other idiots have been whispering and looking at you weird for the past two days."
"What happened?"
Instead of telling him the reason. John watched as Phil pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and tapped on the screen a few times. John waited until Phil was ready then Phil handed him his phone. John took the phone in his hand and saw that Phil had Twitter open on the screen. He looked down at the phone to see what Phil wanted him to see. John swore that his heart stopped beating. Phil's Twitter feed was opened to John Morrison's Twitter page and for a moment John's vision was a blur. He realized that his eyes had filled with tears. On the feed was an announcement that turned his world upside down again.
John Morrison TheRealMorrison
I can't believe it, the news are surprising but welcomed. There'll be a mini-me born in 7 months. I can't wait for the little snake's birth.
John gasped into the hand that he had over his mouth as the tweet kept replaying in his head. For a moment there it, he heard the tweet in his head being said out loud by his ex-best friend. How could they do that to him? If he was two months pregnant than Randy had to be cheating on him for at least three months, how could they have betrayed him like that. John threw the phone on the bed and ran to bathroom and threw up all the contents in his stomach.
John was sick to his stomach until he felt as if his throat were on fire. He couldn't breath properly due to smell of the vomit and his eyes were tearing up from the burn he felt. He leant back against the sink behind him trying to gather his wits about. But try all he could and all his entire being was focusing on was the fact that Randy had been cheating on him for at least three months with someone he considered family.
Three months of being lied to, being betrayed, being made a fool out of. What kind of men did that to someone they supposedly loved? Randy would have been a saint if he had just broken up with him. He would've understood that he wasn't ready for the commitment that was marriage. But to get out of a relationship the way he did was just cruel and unnecessary. John would've chosen to finish the relationship and walk out than to have his heart and soul trampled all over.
John put a hand to his tender stomach when he felt another incoming wave of nausea this time he barely made it to the toilet. He threw up until all that was left coming up was bile. He then sighed in relief when he felt a cold washcloth pressing against his neck and sides of his face. He leant onto the cold that was providing him with much needed relief.
"Are you okay Johnny?"
"Yea, Phil I am."
"Are you sure? This is the fifth time this week you got sick this bad."
"Am fine! It's just nerves," John said laughing bitterly, "You can't exactly blame a guy for being sick to his stomach when he finds things like this out."
"Fine John whatever you say," Phil said worriedly, "Come on, lets get you clean up and onto bed rest."
"What? Hell no!" John said as he pushed his arm out Phil's helping hands as he began to brush his teeth and wash his face, "Phil am tired of feeling helpless, of feeling used, of feeling dirty! Am tired of looking at someone in the eyes and seeing pity staring right back at me!
"Am tired of the fact that the man that supposedly loved me unconditionally made a fool out of me. Tired that the person who I considered family betrayed so deeply. You know what am tired of the most?"
"No, John, I don't," Phil answered.
"Am tired of feeling weak," John said, "I hate that I look myself in the mirror and I don't recognize who I am. I feel like a complete stranger in my own body. I hate Randy Orton. I hate him because he changed who I was. I was so blind to what I was feeling for him, that I never saw how under appreciated and unloved I truly was. I've been here Phil thinking, and you know what I saw?"
This time John did not wait for Phil's negative response and answered.
"I kept remembering my time with Randy and all I saw was a naive boy falling head over heels for the ice prince. An ice prince whom he thought was treating him like royalty, when all along all he was, was a trophy to be conquered by him. I want something different with my life than the hell hole I've been stucked in for the past two months."
"Then why are you talking about it?" Phil asked, "If you want different get up on your two feet and change what you want to be changed. Don't wait for the other shoe to drop, you go and pick it up and do whatever you see fit with it."
"You know for a simple minded moron," John said smirking at Phil's huff of indignation, "Jeff words not mine by the way. You're a very intelligent man."
"You trying to say am dumb?"
"Well you were blond once."
"You know John there'll be one day that you won't feel so bad and I won't be so compassionate with you. You better watch your back then."
"You ain't gonna do shit Phil. We both know Jeff will restrict you to the sofa for a month for messing with one of his favorite superstar."
"Whatever," Phil said, "What are you going to do John?"
"Am going to dust off myself and make myself happy," John answered, "I refuse to cry any longer for man like Randy. I am not going to destroy myself over a man that obviously has moved on or is moving on. I am not going to keep myself miserable and my family unhappy because of the state I am in. I deserve better and I will do better."
"There you go, that's the resolve and drive you need to move on," Phil stated, "If you allow yourself to be unhappy than no one can try and make you happy."
"Are you in you own sneaky way trying to say something about Glen?"
"Yea, today's Friday. You two have a hot date tomorrow," Phil said, "You gonna get down and dirty with him?"
"What? NO!" John said, "Phil, are you out of your mind? I just broke up with a guy. I can't just have sex with another one."
"That may be," Phil retorted, "But I bet getting sweaty and on fours will make you happy for a at least an hour."
"PHIL!"
"What? All am saying is that I bet that Glen has a dick the size to match his forearm."
"OM MY GOD," John screamed, "Do you have any shame at all? Don't answer that, you don't. Well I do, so stop being so crude and rude!"
"Sweetness are you a nun?" Phil asked, "Because you starting to sound as if you got your cherry back and you promised it to the good lord."
"You're going to hell Phil," John said, "How does Jeff deal with you?"
"Well we keep busy," Phil said seriously, "If its not work or Alex, we get in a six-nine position and keep each others mouth full."
"OH MY GOD!" John screamed again at a laughing Phil, "That's it, get out! Get out of my room."
"What?" Phil said innocently, "Did I said something wrong?"
"Phil give thanks to you husbands for me not punching your teeth down your throat when you Skype with him. Now get out, I have to pack my bag for tonight's Smackdown. I'll see you there."
"Fine, I'll see you there," Phil said walking out the room, "Are you sure that you're okay now?"
"Yes, I am Phil," John said before giving Phil a blinding smile and the hugging him, "Thanks for being such a great friend."
"You don't have to thank me," Phil said smiling back, "Can I give you some advice?"
"Of course."
"Before you go to the arena stop by a drug store and see if they have monster sized condoms."
"PHIL!" John screamed before grabbing a vase filled with flowers and hurling it at Phil who was already at the staircase door and disappearing laughing hysterically.
John walked through the French sports arena Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy otherwise known as Bercy. He had been at Bercy before but it has been almost nine years since the WWE had come to Bercy. Honestly, he loved wrestling in this arena because the audience was as rowdy as Englands. He was only sad that this show wasn't going to be shown live. Regardless, he was going to have fun with the naughty French tonight. John kept walking until he bumped into someone. He looked up to see a shockingly still CM Punk whom he poked until he finally moved.
"You knew didn't you?" Phil demanded turning around to face John.
"Knew what?" John asked slyly.
"Don't play innocent and coy with me you little harlot!" Phil screamed, "That's why you said to thank Jeff when I Skyped him. You knew what he was going to tell me."
""He it ain't my fault that Mr. Straightedge can't keep it in his pants," John said while warily making a circle around Phil, "Didn't your doctor told you that Jeff was highly fertile? That a condom was recommended at all times unless you wanted another baby?"
"You're lucky I am not kicking you into a bloody pulp John."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"How happy are you Phil?"
"Honestly?" Phil asked then John nodded, "Am over the moon, bro. Am flying right now, another baby. I never thought I'd ever have one let alone two. I can't wait for the little Punk to be born and I just learned of his existence."
"You're flying back to Chicago aren't you? You're flying back to them?" John said with sad smile.
"Yea, I just want to kiss the little tease senseless."
"What did Jeff do?"
"He didn't tell me on Skype that he was pregnant," Phil explained, "He actually just texted me a picture of the sonogram. I think he was too scared of him being pregnant so soon again."
"Aw, I guess he didn't count on you being happy."
"Yea, it still amazes me that Jeff is still so insecure sometimes."
"Well you certainly don't give him any time to think straight."
"It's not my fault I can't keep my hands off of him."
"You know that's what got you into this mess in the first place," John said dropping his bags, "a six-month-old baby and another one on the way!"
"You little piece of shit-" Was all Phil said before he ran off to chase John around the backstage area of the arena.
Phil chased John until he felt John was tiring. The one advantage he had over John was that he was a runner and John was not. So he chased John until he had nicely corned to rough the kid up until he learned some respect. What he didn't count on was John diving over the craters that carried the sound equipment and dashing into the cafeteria. So Phil copied Johns moves and sneaked into the cafeteria scanning the place for the other brunnette. His eyes widen when he saw John sitting next to Glen with his feet over The Undertakers lap. So he walked over to the table.
"Do you have a death wish John?" Phil asked as he nodded to the feet propped on the dead mans lap.
"It's okay Phil am not insane or anything," John said smiling, "Mark likes me. So I can get away with it! Why don't we switch place? I'd love to see what he does to you."
"Nah it's all good," Phil said looking away from the dead man who looked up at Johns suggestion, "I'd like to live to see the birth of my new child."
"Jeff's pregnant again?" Glen asked.
"Yeap, three months, look here," Phil said handing over his phone that had the sonogram picture on the screen., "Am hoping that its a boy."
"Why so he can be just like you?" Kane asked.
"Glen, that's why they have Alex! She's a mini CM Punk," John said laughing, "All she's missing is the tattoos and pepsi addiction."
"Am so kicking your ass John!" Phil said as he jumped over the table and tackled John to the floor and half-heartedly began punching him.
"I give," John said between bouts of laughter that seemed to leave him breathless, "Am telling on you! Am going to tell Jeff so he can spank you!"
"But I like it when Jeff spanks me." Phil said winking at John who began blushing.
"Phil!" John whined, "Stop being so nasty."
"Fine princess," Phil said taking his phone back from Glen, "Am off to get change, see you in a bit."
The three man watched Phil walked away looking at his phone's screen with a smile. After he left the room John got up off the floor and sat back down on the chair next to Glen to eat Glen's fries.
"So Mark," John said, "Why are you here? Where you scheduled for France at the last minute?"
"No Kid," Mark answered in his deep rumbling voice, "I was called at the last minute for a shareholder meeting that couldn't be avoided."
"Nice, because the couldn't have waited until we were back in the states," John said sarcastically, "Don't let them talk you into another prison visit. I bet Michelle didn't like that last time."
"No, she didn't," Mark said laughing, "I was forced to sleep on the couch for a month and sex was withheld for a week. I learned my lesson."
"Oh you poor baby you." John said to Mark who instead just pinched his arm, hard.
"Ow," John whined, "Glen do something! Mark just pinched the triceps off my arm!"
"Mark stop being an ass." Glen said simply before reaching over and smacking his half-brother upside the head.
"Be like that," Mark began to verbally retaliate but was interrupted by his phone ringing. Which he picked up and answered, "I've got to go the meetings starting in 10 minutes. I'll see you guys later."
"See you later Mark." John answered, while Glen waved him off.
"What's going on with you?" Glen asked.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me. You frown a lot when somethings wrong, John."
"Fine," John said taking a deep breath, "Morrisons two months pregnant. It looks like Randy's the father."
"Damn."
"You can say that again?"
"Damn," Glen repeated and John burst into giggles, "How are you feeling?"
"Sad because a baby is something I always wanted with Randy," John said, "but now as sad as it makes me am happy I never got pregnant."
"How come?"
"Can you imagine it? Being tied to someone who hurt you so much, so badly, and still have to be tied to that person because the two of you have a child together."
"I can imagine it."
"It's better this way anyways," John said, "It's times I got back to my person and making myself happy."
"Hell yea."
"Alright, Stone Cold."
"Funny, ha ha" Glen said, "Look for tomorrow. Don't dress too fancy for our date. I'll pick you up at your room at six. That sounds good?"
"Yes, but where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. Just be ready by six. Okay?"
"Okay. I'll be ready for you."