Chapter one

A 15 year old boy, he was in his new bedroom with boxes all around has he still had to unpack in his new bedroom.

He thought I could wait for a bit as he had decided to write down a lot of things in his journal.

It has been things I've been going around in his head that he had decided just to write down as a story.

Journal book open

5 years ago

The sun cast a warm golden glow over the city park as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. It was a perfect day for a father and son outing, or so it seemed. The young protagonist, a bright-eyed 10-year-old boy, sat in the backseat of the car, excitement bubbling within him. His father, a caring and devoted man, smiled at him through the rear-view mirror, his eyes reflecting the love he held for his son.

As they made their way down the winding road to the park, the wind picked up, tugging at the branches and causing the car to sway slightly. The boy's small hands gripped the edges of his seat, his excitement tinged with a hint of nervousness. The wind whispered secrets through the open windows, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding.

Suddenly, a loud noise jolted the boy from his thoughts, and his heart leaped in his chest. The car swerved uncontrollably, tires screeching against the asphalt. Panic filled the air as the world spun in a disorienting blur of motion.

In the backseat, the young boy was tossed about, his small frame colliding with the hard interior of the car. Pain shot through him, but adrenaline surged, pushing him to fight against his seatbelt, desperate to reach his father. Time seemed to slow as he struggled to free himself, his trembling fingers fumbling with the latch.

Finally, with a click and a gasp for air, he broke free. Ignoring the throbbing ache in his body, he crawled over the seat, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch his father. But his father's eyes were closed, and his face was pale and still. In that moment, the harsh reality crashed down upon the young boy like a tidal wave, shattering his innocence.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he shook his father, desperate for a response that would never come. "Dad!" he cried out, his voice choked with grief. But there was no reply, no comforting embrace to soothe his pain. His father, his pillar of strength, was gone.

The boy's cries echoed through the empty car, merging with the distant sounds of sirens as help arrived. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, a paramedic gently guiding him away from the wreckage. Yet, the boy's heart remained entwined with the crumpled metal, forever marked by the tragedy of that fateful day.

As the ambulance carried them away, the boy clung to the memories of his father, his laughter, and the unconditional love they shared. With each passing mile, his world seemed to grow colder, darker, as if a piece of his soul had been stolen away.

Little did he know that this loss would shape his path, forging a strength within him that would carry him through the trials yet to come. The winds of fate had shifted, leaving him adrift in a sea of grief, but in the depths of his sorrow, he vowed to honor his father's memory and find solace in the love they shared.

And so, with tear-stained cheeks and a heart heavy with loss, the young boy embarked on a journey of healing, resilience, and the unwavering belief that even in the darkest of times, the light of love would guide him.

5 years later

The evening was like any other for the 15-year-old boy. He sat in the living room, engrossed in a wrestling match on TV, the familiar sounds of the crowd roaring filling the air. The room was adorned with memories of his late father, pictures capturing their happy moments together, serving as a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the front door jolted him out of his wrestling-induced trance. Confused, he made his way to the door, heart racing with an unexplainable sense of dread. Opening it, he found himself face-to-face with a solemn-looking police officer.

The officer's voice was gentle but tinged with sorrow as he delivered the devastating news. "I'm so sorry to inform you that your mother has been involved in a car accident," he said, his words heavy with the weight of loss. "She didn't survive the crash."

Time seemed to stand still as the weight of those words settled upon the young boy's shoulders. Shock and disbelief washed over him, leaving him paralyzed with grief. His home, once a place of solace and security, now felt like a crumbling sanctuary.

Tears welled up in his eyes as the reality of his situation sank in. The officer's voice became distant, a mere echo in the background. He explained that, due to the circumstances, the boy would need to be taken to an orphanage. His heart shattered at the thought of leaving behind the only place he had ever called home.

"I don't want to leave," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling with emotion. "This is my home. Please, there must be another way."

The officer's expression softened, his empathy evident. "I understand how difficult this is for you," he said, his tone filled with compassion. "But for now, it's necessary to ensure your safety and well-being. We will do everything we can to support you during this time."

With a heavy sigh, the young boy nodded, his spirit weighed down by the harsh reality of his circumstances. He knew he had no choice but to comply, to begin the painful process of saying goodbye to the life he once knew. The officer offered a reassuring hand on his shoulder, a small gesture of comfort amidst the storm of emotions.

As he closed the door behind him, the boy's gaze traveled across the room, his eyes lingering on the photographs that adorned the walls. Each image held a cherished memory, a testament to the love and joy he had experienced with his parents.

With a heavy heart, he began to pack his belongings, carefully folding his clothes and gathering his most treasured possessions. Each item held a story, a piece of his identity that he refused to let go of.

As he prepared to leave his childhood home behind, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the memories etched upon his heart. Though the road ahead seemed uncertain and daunting, he vowed to carry the love of his parents with him, finding solace in the knowledge that they would always be a part of him, guiding him through the darkest of times.

A couple weeks later

The boy eventually was called by the orphan parents and when he got there he saw John Cena.

He was definitely surprised to see John Cena here, John Cena was the man his mother was dating.

He never got the chance to really see him as she would always go out and he never came over before.

The Foster family left the boy and John Cena alone.

The boy was sitting down as John Cena came over to him.

"I'm terribly so sorry for your loss, look I have came to you because I made the decision to adopt you as my son, your mother had told me a lot about you and how close you were to your dad, I just want you to understand I'm not your dad I'm not trying to replace him but I will be someone you can look up to and need to talk to you if you need to," John Cena told him.

And... I...

The journal was slam close

The poor teenagers started crying as he really did not know what to feel about this.

TBC

So tell me guys what do you think about this?

The idea that this is going to be about a John Cena being a stepfather?

Now I'm not really sure how I'm going to be taking this fanfiction, if any of you have your own ideas I would like to hear them.