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!

(The previous chapter flashback wasn't Athena thinking about the past. It was just to let the readers as well as myself see how Athena and Michaels relationship began; since we already know how their relationship ended. Please keep the comments coming. I love reading them and it helps me continue the story.)

"Gosh maybe this was a huge mistake. But I have to get to the bottom of Michaels crap. I don't want any of my baggage hurting John anymore." I thought to myself.

"Athena." Michael said walking toward me. I guess he was expecting a hug or some other ridiculous greeting. "I wish you would at least be friendly with me. I am trying to help you." Michael said with sad eyes. {He use to give me the same eyes when he wanted me to forgive him for the times he stayed out all night. Damn, I was younger and dumber back then. They do say with age comes wisdom. Dealing with him I have become very wise.}

"I'm friendly to those that deserve it. You don't! You've been trying to turn my life upside down since I broke off our engagement."

"I do the things I do cause I care for you. I know I was a fool and an ass."

"You were a lot more then that. But I don't care about the past anymore I am worried about my present and future."

"I'm worried about your present and future as well. That's why I asked you to meet me so I can give you this." Michael handed me an envelope along with a small tape recorder. "Please review what I just gave you before you go through with this wedding." Michael took a step towards me as if he wanted to embrace me but stopped short. He turned, walked away and got into the back seat of a very expensive black Bentley.

"I hate seeing her upset. But it has to be done." Michael said to his new assistant. "Let's get out of here. Take me home."

"You have a meeting in less then 30 minutes sir."

"I hope I don't have to repeat myself. Have Gregory take care of it. Isn't that what is was promoted for!"

"Yes sir." Michaels assistant began pressing buttons into the console of the car and started making calls to rearrange the meeting.

With that Michael was gone. I stood there wondering if I should just throw what was in my hands away.

"I came this far I need to finish this." I headed back to the apartment and locked myself in the bedroom with Blue. I guess Blue could tell I was upset. Normally he would jump around on the pillows when I put him on the bed, but today he licked my hand and just curled up in my lap.

I opened the envelope and pulled out a tape recorder, police report for domestic violence. Behind the report were pictures, they were of a beautiful blonde woman. The first picture she had a swollen black eye, a cut on her lip and black and blue bruises on the side of her head and neck. The next picture was of the woman's arms and wrist. She had black and blue marks along with cuts all over. I started to feel sick to my stomach. I felt so bad for her.

"How could anyone do this to another human being. Why would Michael give me this." I asked myself.

I started to look at the police report. It was dated exactly four years ago this day. It said a Grace Rose Horton filed a domestic violence report against a John Felix Anthony Cena.

"This can't be. John wouldn't hurt anyone, especially not on purpose. Outside of the ring he is the most gentle man I've ever met." I said through watery eyes.

Blue began to stand on his little back legs and licked me on my cheek. I guess he knew I needed comfort. I turned my attention to the tape recorder, and hit play.

(Recording) "Mom it happened again. He snapped. I burnt his dinner by accident and he's extremely mad."

"Who the hell are you on the phone with." A man yelled in the background.

"My mother... I swear." It sounded like the phone fell to the floor and the man was yelling and the crying woman screamed.

It broke my heart hearing the recording. "This can't be." I need to contact this woman to see if this was all fake. I checked the police report for a contact number for Grace. I wasn't sure if the phone number would still work but it was my only option. As I picked up my phone to call her my phone began to ring. It was John.