Nothing Can Tear Us Apart
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shattered_ficsTitle: Nothing Can Tear Us Apart
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/ Brianna
Summary: John watches RAW from the hotel room, and sees something that brings out a change in him.
Warnings: cursing, hints of sex later on
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,625
Chapter #: (5/50)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Sorry I've been kinda preoccupied with my Alex Shelley story that I keep forgetting. I'm also very preocupied with school but I've started working on this story again. I'm going to try my hardest to work on this like I once did. But enjoy!
John stared at the TV as he watched the last ten minutes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. He told himself that he wasn’t going to watch RAW tonight, it would feel too weird to be watching something he should be at. Watching his fiancé on TV with another man didn’t please him all too much either. Leaning back he rummaged through the group of mini bottles that sat beside him. Not ten minutes after Randy and Brianna left did he dived into the mini bar.
For the most part he just stared at the bottles with the clear liquid in them. But as 9 o’clock ticked closer and closer the bottles looked more and more alluring to him. By the opening match, John had downed three mini bottles. Every time the tangy liquid when down his throat he cringed as he threw the bottles in the trash can which sat conveniently by the bedside.
As he held the fourth mini bottle to his lips he stared at the TV, before the first commercial break was Shane and Brianna in the back. There was no sound but the picture was enough. She had taken off Randy’s suit jacket and stood in her outfit leaning against the wall, cowering almost. Shane with a hand by her head leaning in close to her, with his other hand he lifted her chin lightly as he said something quietly to her.
Glaring John took a swig out of the nip. Shane leaned closer to Brianna and brushed his lips against hers as John’s face went red with anger. Brianna began to deepen the kiss as John spit out vodka all over the quilt. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his Brianna, kissing Shane. He dropped the bottle and rubbed his eyes vigorously, opening them he stared at the TV; this was no figment of his imagination. His fiancé was making out with the one person they both hated. Once the show went to commercial John picked up the nearest bottle and downed it in one gulp.
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“Brianna what are you doing?” Randy asked grabbing her lightly by the arm after the cameras were off her and Shane. She looked away from Randy as silent tears fell down her cheeks. “Bri.”
“I’m just doing what he wants,” She said quietly “He’s threatened me so many times; I just had to give in.”
“Bri don’t submit yourself to things like that,” Randy said quietly as he wrapped his suit jacket around her once again. “You’re stronger than that.”
“No I’m not,” She said shaking her head as Randy led her back to his locker room. “I feel so used.”
“You were used Brianna,” Randy said quietly as he stopped her in the hallway as he turned her to face him he smiled kindly. “But just remember you have a man who loves you more than anything waiting for you back at the hotel.”
“I know,” She smiled weakly through the tears.
“C’mon Brianna don’t do this,” Randy said hugging her tightly.
“I only agreed because I knew John wouldn’t watch this in a million years,” She said shrugging.
“Do you have anything else to do tonight?” Randy asked holding the door to his locker room open for her.
“Not that I know of,” She smiled as she walked into the room sitting quietly on the couch.
“Good, then we can head back to the hotel after my match against Carlito,” Randy smiled handing her, her dinner.
“Thanks,” She said quietly taking the half eaten plate from him.
“You know it’s not good for the baby if you don’t eat anything,” Randy winked as he stripped off his shirt.
“I take it your match is next?” Brianna smiled before taking a small bite out of her sandwich.
“Yup,” He smiled stripping off his warm up pants “I want you to stay in here. Mickie will join you in a few.”
“I don’t need baby sitting Randy,” She said frowning at him.
“I know, its protection,” He smiled.
“Why not get Shawn in here?” She said rolling her eyes settling down into the couch.
“He’s standing watch,” Randy smiled walking up to her kissing her on the head. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’ll be watching,” She said waving him off.
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“See there was no point in having Mickie or Shawn watch over me,” Brianna said laughing at Randy as they walked through the arena to the car waiting for them outside.
“It doesn’t hurt to be cautious,” Randy said sticking his tongue playfully out at her. “Besides, he might’ve gotten word that you were leaving and wanted to keep you against your will.”
“Randy,” Brianna said turning around to face him looking at him weirdly. “Honestly, you might want to get tips from John about this stuff, because honestly you’re not very good at it.”
“You really know how to give a guy a confidence boost don’t you?” He said rolling his eyes as he opened the car door for her.
“Well I sure as hell hope you don’t have to go through this with your girlfriend,” Brianna said eyeing him carefully as he climbed into the car with her.
“I sure as hell hope I don’t get my girl into story lines,” Randy said shrugging.
“Make sure you don’t say that to John, it’s a very touchy subject,” She laughed.
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John lay unconscious on the bed surrounded by the empty nip bottles. After he had seen Brianna kiss Shane, and the replay they had before the next match he couldn’t take it anymore; he began to drink without thinking. Just as he was about to order a bottle of Jägermeister, he passed out.
Brianna handed Randy back his jacket before she entered her own room. Slipping the electronic key into the lock she pushed the door open. The air smelt like liquor and she wasn’t happy. Quickly she walked over to the bed and spotted John, knocked out surrounded by the nip bottles. Glaring at him she turned to the TV, he did watch RAW, quickly she shut off the TV as the ref raised Mickie’s hand in victory.
Biting her lower lip she quickly cleaned up the nip bottles throwing them in the already full trash can next to the bed. Throwing the trash can next to the TV she sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Walking over to the adjoining door she knocked as Randy quickly opened the door.
“What’s wrong?” Randy asked quickly looking into the room.
“He saw,” Brianna said weakly “What should I do?”
“Talk to him,” He said quietly as he looked at his unconscious friend. “He took it pretty hard and he doesn’t know what was behind it, I’ll sit by the door, yell if you need me.”
“You think he’s going to do something bad?” She asked wringing her hands.
“No,” Randy said shaking his head quickly. “Don’t worry.”
“Randy,”
“Go,” He said pushing her. “What are you worrying about?”
“You know how he gets when he’s drunk! After what he saw, who knows what he’ll do.” She said biting her lip as she watched him groan and roll over.
Randy looked at her seriously as she slowly walked away. Shaking his head Randy went back into his room. Brianna slowly walked over to the bed; quickly she took a seat on the bed as she lightly rubbed his stomach. Suddenly Johns hand latched onto her wrist and gripped painfully. His eyes flashed open, lust and anger grew in his eyes.
“John,” Brianna laughed quietly, trying to get his fingers off of her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” John said sitting up glaring at her.
“John that meant nothing-nothing,” She said nervously “I had to do it.”
“Did you now?” He said nodding slowly as he held onto her wrist tightly pulling her arm painfully.
“John, you’re drunk” She said slowly “You’re hurting me!”
“Like you didn’t hurt me with that kiss,” He said slowly. “You never kiss me like that.”
“Of course I don’t!” She said pleading, why wasn’t Randy coming to help her? “That wasn’t a love kiss John! Now let go of me!” She said forcefully slapping him.
“You,” John said slowly staring at her as she shook her head. Slowly he let go of her wrist, as he backed away.
“John,” Brianna said quietly reaching out to him.
“No, don’t,” He said swatting her hand away. “Bri, I’m sorry.”
“John what was that?” She asked as she launched herself into his arms as he held her awkwardly.
“I’m so, I’m so sorry,” He said quietly. “I let my drunken rage get the best of me. I should’ve known.”
“You should’ve known that I haven’t kissed you like that,” She said smiling into his chest “I kiss you with more emotion.”
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” John asked frantically holding her at arms length.
“No,” She said avoiding his gaze. “As long as I do what he says he won’t hurt me.”
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/ Brianna
Summary: John watches RAW from the hotel room, and sees something that brings out a change in him.
Warnings: cursing, hints of sex later on
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,625
Chapter #: (5/50)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Sorry I've been kinda preoccupied with my Alex Shelley story that I keep forgetting. I'm also very preocupied with school but I've started working on this story again. I'm going to try my hardest to work on this like I once did. But enjoy!
John stared at the TV as he watched the last ten minutes of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. He told himself that he wasn’t going to watch RAW tonight, it would feel too weird to be watching something he should be at. Watching his fiancé on TV with another man didn’t please him all too much either. Leaning back he rummaged through the group of mini bottles that sat beside him. Not ten minutes after Randy and Brianna left did he dived into the mini bar.
For the most part he just stared at the bottles with the clear liquid in them. But as 9 o’clock ticked closer and closer the bottles looked more and more alluring to him. By the opening match, John had downed three mini bottles. Every time the tangy liquid when down his throat he cringed as he threw the bottles in the trash can which sat conveniently by the bedside.
As he held the fourth mini bottle to his lips he stared at the TV, before the first commercial break was Shane and Brianna in the back. There was no sound but the picture was enough. She had taken off Randy’s suit jacket and stood in her outfit leaning against the wall, cowering almost. Shane with a hand by her head leaning in close to her, with his other hand he lifted her chin lightly as he said something quietly to her.
Glaring John took a swig out of the nip. Shane leaned closer to Brianna and brushed his lips against hers as John’s face went red with anger. Brianna began to deepen the kiss as John spit out vodka all over the quilt. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his Brianna, kissing Shane. He dropped the bottle and rubbed his eyes vigorously, opening them he stared at the TV; this was no figment of his imagination. His fiancé was making out with the one person they both hated. Once the show went to commercial John picked up the nearest bottle and downed it in one gulp.
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“Brianna what are you doing?” Randy asked grabbing her lightly by the arm after the cameras were off her and Shane. She looked away from Randy as silent tears fell down her cheeks. “Bri.”
“I’m just doing what he wants,” She said quietly “He’s threatened me so many times; I just had to give in.”
“Bri don’t submit yourself to things like that,” Randy said quietly as he wrapped his suit jacket around her once again. “You’re stronger than that.”
“No I’m not,” She said shaking her head as Randy led her back to his locker room. “I feel so used.”
“You were used Brianna,” Randy said quietly as he stopped her in the hallway as he turned her to face him he smiled kindly. “But just remember you have a man who loves you more than anything waiting for you back at the hotel.”
“I know,” She smiled weakly through the tears.
“C’mon Brianna don’t do this,” Randy said hugging her tightly.
“I only agreed because I knew John wouldn’t watch this in a million years,” She said shrugging.
“Do you have anything else to do tonight?” Randy asked holding the door to his locker room open for her.
“Not that I know of,” She smiled as she walked into the room sitting quietly on the couch.
“Good, then we can head back to the hotel after my match against Carlito,” Randy smiled handing her, her dinner.
“Thanks,” She said quietly taking the half eaten plate from him.
“You know it’s not good for the baby if you don’t eat anything,” Randy winked as he stripped off his shirt.
“I take it your match is next?” Brianna smiled before taking a small bite out of her sandwich.
“Yup,” He smiled stripping off his warm up pants “I want you to stay in here. Mickie will join you in a few.”
“I don’t need baby sitting Randy,” She said frowning at him.
“I know, its protection,” He smiled.
“Why not get Shawn in here?” She said rolling her eyes settling down into the couch.
“He’s standing watch,” Randy smiled walking up to her kissing her on the head. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’ll be watching,” She said waving him off.
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“See there was no point in having Mickie or Shawn watch over me,” Brianna said laughing at Randy as they walked through the arena to the car waiting for them outside.
“It doesn’t hurt to be cautious,” Randy said sticking his tongue playfully out at her. “Besides, he might’ve gotten word that you were leaving and wanted to keep you against your will.”
“Randy,” Brianna said turning around to face him looking at him weirdly. “Honestly, you might want to get tips from John about this stuff, because honestly you’re not very good at it.”
“You really know how to give a guy a confidence boost don’t you?” He said rolling his eyes as he opened the car door for her.
“Well I sure as hell hope you don’t have to go through this with your girlfriend,” Brianna said eyeing him carefully as he climbed into the car with her.
“I sure as hell hope I don’t get my girl into story lines,” Randy said shrugging.
“Make sure you don’t say that to John, it’s a very touchy subject,” She laughed.
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John lay unconscious on the bed surrounded by the empty nip bottles. After he had seen Brianna kiss Shane, and the replay they had before the next match he couldn’t take it anymore; he began to drink without thinking. Just as he was about to order a bottle of Jägermeister, he passed out.
Brianna handed Randy back his jacket before she entered her own room. Slipping the electronic key into the lock she pushed the door open. The air smelt like liquor and she wasn’t happy. Quickly she walked over to the bed and spotted John, knocked out surrounded by the nip bottles. Glaring at him she turned to the TV, he did watch RAW, quickly she shut off the TV as the ref raised Mickie’s hand in victory.
Biting her lower lip she quickly cleaned up the nip bottles throwing them in the already full trash can next to the bed. Throwing the trash can next to the TV she sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Walking over to the adjoining door she knocked as Randy quickly opened the door.
“What’s wrong?” Randy asked quickly looking into the room.
“He saw,” Brianna said weakly “What should I do?”
“Talk to him,” He said quietly as he looked at his unconscious friend. “He took it pretty hard and he doesn’t know what was behind it, I’ll sit by the door, yell if you need me.”
“You think he’s going to do something bad?” She asked wringing her hands.
“No,” Randy said shaking his head quickly. “Don’t worry.”
“Randy,”
“Go,” He said pushing her. “What are you worrying about?”
“You know how he gets when he’s drunk! After what he saw, who knows what he’ll do.” She said biting her lip as she watched him groan and roll over.
Randy looked at her seriously as she slowly walked away. Shaking his head Randy went back into his room. Brianna slowly walked over to the bed; quickly she took a seat on the bed as she lightly rubbed his stomach. Suddenly Johns hand latched onto her wrist and gripped painfully. His eyes flashed open, lust and anger grew in his eyes.
“John,” Brianna laughed quietly, trying to get his fingers off of her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” John said sitting up glaring at her.
“John that meant nothing-nothing,” She said nervously “I had to do it.”
“Did you now?” He said nodding slowly as he held onto her wrist tightly pulling her arm painfully.
“John, you’re drunk” She said slowly “You’re hurting me!”
“Like you didn’t hurt me with that kiss,” He said slowly. “You never kiss me like that.”
“Of course I don’t!” She said pleading, why wasn’t Randy coming to help her? “That wasn’t a love kiss John! Now let go of me!” She said forcefully slapping him.
“You,” John said slowly staring at her as she shook her head. Slowly he let go of her wrist, as he backed away.
“John,” Brianna said quietly reaching out to him.
“No, don’t,” He said swatting her hand away. “Bri, I’m sorry.”
“John what was that?” She asked as she launched herself into his arms as he held her awkwardly.
“I’m so, I’m so sorry,” He said quietly. “I let my drunken rage get the best of me. I should’ve known.”
“You should’ve known that I haven’t kissed you like that,” She said smiling into his chest “I kiss you with more emotion.”
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” John asked frantically holding her at arms length.
“No,” She said avoiding his gaze. “As long as I do what he says he won’t hurt me.”
