Thanks for the great reviews on the first chapter :)! Sorry, I didn't update yesterday, I was dealing with some problems and I didn't get a chance to update so here is chapter 2! I hope you readers will enjoy it! :D Btw, you readers deserve three chapters because I'm just generous like that!
Chapter 2:
John's POV:
I wake up with the sun hitting my eyes; I squint, letting my eyes adjust the unexpected light coming through my window. I sit up, rubbing my face. I look out the window to see no one has started their day yet. I look over at the clock
6:45. I actually got more than 3 hours of sleep. I grin to myself and I get up, going over to my drawers and getting a tank top, putting it over my bare chest, my baggy basketball shorts matching it perfectly and I head downstairs, quietly to not wake anyone. I make myself a cup of coffee, looking out the window. I then see the girl next door, walking out to her front porch talking on the phone. It seems to be an argument as I can tell from her hand movements and then she turns to let me look at her tear-stained cheeks. I would never make her cry. I see her broken form sit on the bench on her front porch, putting her head in her hands. I knew she would be crying quietly. She had probably gotten into an argument with a boyfriend. It was most likely; he had broken up with her or something.
I sigh then I look away, putting the empty mug in the sink and I go back upstairs to take a shower. I'm refreshed and full dressed after about 10 minutes. I look in the mirror, running my hand over my short hair. I remember what Ryder said to me that day in the ambush. I needed someone at some point of my life, though some people could just live by themselves and be fine.
I only had one person in my life before joining the army. She was my high school sweetheart, I loved her so much, but she had got caught cheating on me the night before I was supposed to leave. That broke my heart bad, though fighting helped me get through it. Beating up enemies, thinking it was the bastard sleeping with my ex-girlfriend helped me get through the one on one battles.
Flashback:
I chuckled as I heard Randy make a joke before I put my key into the lock of my dorm.
"Alright, man, see you tomorrow!" I call out, unlocking it and waving goodbye entering the dorm, seeing covers under Trish's bed move rapidly, then I hear a moan, telling the person to go faster and I hear a groan. I furrow my eyebrows together, getting furious.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" I yell out. The movements have stopped as I see a sweaty Trish move her head to see me, standing there.
"Johnny, this isn't what it looks like." Trish says and I get more furious at her. I see the man, looking behind his shoulder, knowing he is still in her.
"You fucking backstab me like this, Ron?" I continue to yell. My anger is through the roof right now. I can't hold in my anger anymore even though I keep trying to so I won't hurt Ron, but it is failing miserably. Trish pushes Ron off of her then gets up, still nude and sweaty, but I didn't care. Nothing would calm me down now.
"John, baby." She says as she cups my cheeks, with a remorseful expression on her face. I give her a glare that I haven't given anyone before.
"No fucking way. You are a fucking whore, Trish!" I yell in her face. I knew my face had gone red. Trish's face turned a bit into fear once I yelled in her face.
"Johnny, please, this was a mistake, please, please, please, forgive me. I made a huge mistake." Trish said.
"How long have you been doing this, Trish?" My voice now calm, but cracking from the tears crawling up my eyes. Trish looked down. I now knew it had been going on for a while now. I get furious once again and I take off a bracelet she had given me and throw it on the ground. I walk up to Ron and I punch him in the face as hard as I can. He's knocked out and I hear Trish yell. I'm still fuming and I throw a couple things. I get a picture frame with a picture of us in it and I throw it at the wall, letting the glass crack and shatter. Not caring anymore. All I feel now is hurt and betrayal. I don't even want to look at Trish in the face. I can't stay here. I need to go before I hurt Ron again. I walk out the door, slamming it behind me.
End of Flashback
I still flinch at the memory of when I slam the door, leaving Trish to care for Ron that day.
"John!" I hear my mother yell at me. It seemed like has called my name numerous times already, since I was daydreaming.
"I'm coming!" I yell back from my room. I grab cologne that is in my room and I spray it once before leaving. I come downstairs with my mother holding a tray of egg salad for the barbeque.
"Sorry, I took a small nap." I apologized to my mother.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have known. I would have let you asleep, since you need it from the war." She replied.
"No, I'm fine, ma." I reply with a small smile then I head out the front door with the rest of the family, then we walk over next door and Sean rings the doorbell, hoping to see the girl he loves to drool over. I roll my eyes and put my hands in my back pockets, waiting for someone to open the door. I hear music in the backyard. It's some type of music you can easily dance to.
The young woman's mother opens the door and smiles politely.
"Thank you for coming!" She greets us and takes the tray of egg salad from my mother. I walk inside and the house isn't that bad. I head outside where her father is on the grill, grilling burgers, steaks, sausages, and chicken. I grin respectfully and I shake his head and he greets me back with the same respect. I look around the backyard, seeing some people dance and others talk. I grab a bottle of beer. I'm only going to be drinking one beer bottle. I needed something else other than beer. I didn't want to be drunk. I continue looking around and I see her. My brothers have gone ahead and introduced themselves. I walk up behind Dan, waiting for my turn. She looks up at me and forces her polite smile. It never reached her eyes and you can see her eyes red, but a bit swollen from crying. I guess she was still dealing with the break up from this morning.
"Hi, I'm John." I put out my hand for a handshake.
"Bailey." She doesn't force the small smile she puts on her face and shakes my hand.
"Strong, nice handshake" She chuckles. I grin and let go of her hand.
"Yeah, I guess." I let out a small chuckle and then I sit next to her on the bench with the beer bottle still in my hand and I take a sip of it while she takes a sip of hers.
"So, what brings you to Boston?" I ask her, not really expecting an answer back or at least a true answer.
"My dad's job moved him here so we had to come also." She replies with no hesitation. I can tell she was most likely not lying to me.
"What brings you here…In Boston, I mean." She asks.
"I live there, in that house" I point my house.
"Really? How come I've never seen you?" She asks
"I just got home from the army. I'm on leave for 6 weeks." I reply with honestly. I felt like she needed to know.
"Oh wow, that's why your handshake was firm and strong" She chuckles and so do I.
We continue talking throughout the night, but then she goes talking to her friends, but I can feel a pair of eyes on me once in a while as I talk to my dad and brothers and some of my old friends. I hear a car door slam in the front of the house. I just ignore it, knowing the person had probably just slammed it hard by accident. Then I see a guy about 6'0 with black hair and dark brown almost black eyes. He didn't look so nice; he passed by us, going into the backyard. Bailey was there with her friends, but almost a couple guys. I look at him when he passed us and saw him pulling Bailey forcibly to stand up. I stay on alert, glancing at him at couple times. After everyone has gone inside, leaving the two of them out there, I stand near the open slide door, leading to the backyard.
"You don't break up with me over some shit, I did, okay Bailey" He growled with anger.
"No! You fucking cheated on me with some whore. You don't think that gives me a right to break up with an asshole?" She yelled at him. I saw his grip on her wrist go tighter, his knuckles were white.
"Stop, let go, you're hurting me!" She cried with plead.
"No! You don't ever call me an asshole again or I'll beat you!" He yelled. His face was turning to a bright red.
"You should as she says and you don't ever beat up a woman" I say, interrupting their conversation and he looks over at me. I'm leaning against the slide door. I'm surprised they haven't noticed me.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asks.
"That something for me to know and for you to find out" I snap back, walking towards him.
"Oh, so you fucking around with me, now aren't you, little boy?" He says back with an angry grin.
"Little boy? Haven't heard that one before. Last time, I checked I was bigger than you." I say back, now hovering over him a bit from my 6'1 height.
"You think you're so tough huh?" He says back, his hand turning into a tight fist.
"No, I don't think that. I know it." I reply, my hand also turning into a fist. He takes a swing at me, but I duck before he can hit me. I punch him, my hand connecting with his jaw. He held his jaw then I continue punching him and he punches me in the stomach. I groan and hold it for about 5 seconds then I deal with the pain and we continue to fight. I lift him and slam him on the ground, now I'm continuously punching him straight in the face; my knuckles start to get blood on them. This is something similar I had gone through in the army.
Flashback:
I'm laughing at a joke Eddie, one of my good and close friends had told me.
"Man, that's crazy. My stomach hurts now from all that laughing." I say as we continue to walk, holding our guns, watching the surroundings all around us.
Eddie chuckles and looks around, making sure nothing is around us.
"Man, where are the rest of the guys? They should be here by now." Eddie says.
"I don't know man, they probably got stopped or something." I reply. We have been waiting for about 3 hours for our men to come so we can ambush a territory to kill the enemies running it.
"Let's just relax until they get here." Eddie says, sitting down against a rock. I shrug and do the same, sitting across from him; he then tells me a story. I probably must have zoned out or taken a nap because I don't remember it after he finishes.
"Sorry, man. I think I took a nap with my eyes open" I say with a chuckle. Eddie laughs. I stand up, grabbing my things then I hear a gasp and I look over my shoulder, seeing Eddie shot straight through the chest.
"No." I say to myself and look in the direction the bullet was possibly coming from and I see a man and he starts shooting. I luckily miss all the bullets as I'm running towards him. I grab him and I punch him once, I lift him and slam him on the ground and starts punching him. He tries to tell me to stop, but I can't. I can't control my anger anymore. Ten minutes later, my hand is covered in blood. An hour later, he's dead, but I continue punching him as hard as I can until Orton finally came with the rest of the men, seeing Eddie dead and me still punching the dead man.
"Cena, stop." He tells me, but I continue. My hand hurts, but I still continue. He deserved it.
"Cena! Stop!" He forcibly pulls me up, looking at me straight in the eye.
"Control your damn anger, okay; this isn't the first time one of your good friends has been killed." Orton says and he is right. This isn't the first time, but Eddie was one of my good friends. Now he's dead, leaving behind Vickie and his two daughters.
End of Flashback
"That's enough!" I hear my father yell as he pulls me up. I glance down at the bastard who was going to hurt Bailey. He's knocked out, but bleeding. I look around; a crowd with everyone from the barbeque has formed. I look over at Bailey. Her face is as pale as a ghost, witnessing at what just happened. I look at everyone else then I leave. This is not the first impression I wanted to make especially on Bailey.