DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the character mentioned in this story. I do not know them personally or pretend to know them personally. This is just a story. Fiction not real. I am only a fan writing a fictional, non- real story about these characters. Again, I do not own any of the WWE characters/ wrestlers/ owners or anyone affiliated with WWE. This is a fictional story. Please enjoy.
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John's mouth was set in a hard line. I decided not to say anything more because I knew he was processing what I just told him. He deserved his time to do so, even though the silence was killing me. We made our way to the huge bedroom that had floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room along with a huge king sized bed the had fresh cut flowers on both night stands next to the bed. The room was done in pale blue cream and preach colors. Any other time this would be a beautifully romantic moment, with the view of Niagara Falls, the clear night sky, the full moon and stars in the sky. But it was ruined by this horrible mess with Michael. I sat on the edge of the bed in my bathrobe while John grabbed a chair from the desk across the room and sat in front of me in his towel. He ran his hands through his still wet hair and parted his lips to finally speak.
"Why didn't you tell me before this."
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to trouble you with this craziness. I thought I could handle this situation. I thought it was handled." I said trying to hold back tears. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. I hated him being disappointed in me. A tear escaped.
"Babe don't cry. The last thing I want is to see you crying." John said reaching out to me so I could sit on his lap.
I nuzzled my nose into his strong neck wanting to just bury myself their.
"I'm so sorry all this is my fault. If you never met me your life wouldn't be this crazy." I said looking down.
John put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up.
"Don't say that again. Before you, after the lights went out in the arena and all the fans went home I was alone. But now with you I'm not. And I don't have to worry about if your trying to use me for the fame or the money. I know your here for me." John caressed my cheek and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"We're in this together." He added
"Yes together." I said throwing my arms around his neck.
"Are you able to show me a picture of this Psycho so I know who to look out for."
"Yes let me get my laptop I can show you his profile picture from his Facebook page."
I went and got my laptop from the living area and signed into my Facebook account. I no longer had Michael as a friend but he pretty much kept his information public since he only used it for business.
"Here he is." I said walking back towards John.
"Hmm, he looks familiar." John said studying the picture. "I really think I've seen him before."
"How is that possible? I don't have any pictures of him anymore"
"I never forget a face. I may not remember the name but a face I never forget. Where I saw him before will come back to me."
It was now 3 in the morning and John and I were finally settling down to go to bed. I snuggled up as close as I could to him. I guess I was worried he would come to his senses in the middle of the night and realize he didn't need all the extra drama in his life that came with being with me. He turned on his side to face me and I just stared at him. I'm not sure if I was trying to memorize all of his features or was just happy that he finally looked at peace since we made our way back to our hotel room. Suddenly John popped up.
"I remember. He was at the arena the day Lita kissed me."
"What!"
"I was heading back to my locker room and he stopped me in the hallway. He asked me for an autograph for his son. When I asked him what his sons name was he stumbled with it. I didn't think much of it at the time because I wanted to hurry to the locker room just in case you got there before me."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was more worried about John than myself. I knew even though Michael was angry with me he would never physically hurt me. As for John I knew all bets were off. Michael would have no problem going after him. I laid my head on John's chest and wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could.
"I am so sorry." I whispered to him. I had to think of a way to fix this mess and fix it quick.