A/N: Hey guys! I'm coming back home in a few hours, and I decided to update now. I'll have a long day tomorrow, and if I decide to do it after I get back, you'll see the update at almost midnight.
Now, thank you ia178, OtherLuces, tinalovesambrose, YourxNightmarexHasxArrived, LovingDeanAmbrose, and xXKennedyLovesSnakeXx.
Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review!
Jon had just finished wrestling, and he was just about ready to go home to sleep of the pain. He'd been put through glass, had someone literally staple his mouth shut, and somehow got himself wrapped up in barbed wire, so maybe a few painkillers were needed. But, he was still alive, wasn't he?
He hopped inside his car, happy that he would finally get to go home. However, when he took one look at the passenger's seat, he remembered that he had to take the rest of Veronica's stuff back to her apartment. He felt like crap earlier, so he decided to wait until later to take them back. Besides, now he had a chance to see her when she was awake.
His phone began ringing, so he picked it up and answered it. Before he could even say anything, he heard muffled sobs on the other end. He pulled the phone away from his ear to see who it was and saw that it was Zoey. "I can’t understand you," he said after hearing a few more mumbles.
"Get down here, Veronica’s in trouble!" She hung up the phone before he could respond, but it didn’t matter. All the physical pain Jon had suddenly disappeared and adrenaline pumped through his body. He was ready to fight, and there was no way anyone would be able to stop him.He arrived in a matter of minutes, given that the show wasn't too far from there. After he finished parking his car, he ran out, only to see Zoey crying outside. "What the hell is going on?" he asked, still a little confused about the entire thing.
She calmed down a bit before speaking to him. "That guy wasn't really her boyfriend, he was just someone we both knew. Something happened before, and now he's killing her up there." He didn’t even wait one second after she finished speaking. He ran into the building and towards the stairs, seeing as the elevator would take too long.
He ran until he got to the fourth floor. Luckily, her room was right in front of the stairs. He still had the keys from when he took it out of her pocket earlier and never return it, but he decided that it would take too long. He instead kicked the door, getting it open easier than he expected.
The room was silent when he stepped in, so he assumed that no one was there. Still, he searched the apartment just to be sure. The first place he checked was her bedroom, and saw that she was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth with tears falling out of her eyes. "Veron—" he stopped speaking when she held up a finger to her lips. He walked towards her then sat next to her on the bed. "What happened?" he whispered, trying to...