JOHN CENA- a love story

Chapter 9

"Let me go! Where's John Cena??" I asked her.

"That's not your problem. John Cena is off living his life, not caring about you." she answered.

"Why am I here then??" I asked.

"You're here because I brought you here, like I brought all of these other people here. Because these people were all dating someone who was cheating on me." she said.

Then she took off her hair, and I realized she was wearing a wig. She had blonde hair, the brown hair was just a wig.

She handed her wig to a guard and said, "Go take this to the wig room."

"Wig room?" I asked her. Why does she have a wig room?

"I'll show you!" She grabbed my arm and walked me over to the door across the room. She opened it, and there inside was a huge room full of wigs.
There were rows and rows and shelves of wigs on each wall. There had to be at least 50 different wigs.
"Why do you have a wig room???" I asked her.
"Well I used a wig to help me make you believe that I was Nikki Bella, so I use these wigs to disguise myself as other people. How stupid are you that you didn't realize that?" She said.
"Listen! I didn't come here for you to-"
"Actually " she interrupted ,"you didn't come here by choice I brought you here. So whatever else you had to say in that sentence was incorrect. " she said and smiled at me.
"I want you to let me go!" I shouted.
"Well how about I give you a tour of this place and then I let you go." She said.
"No! I know you're not going to let me go." I said.
"Wow, I thought you were going to fall for that." She said. "Do you want to see something funny?"
"No!"
"Ok I'll show you."
She pulled a phone out of her pocket in her pants. Not her phone. My phone. When did she take that??
"Give me my phone!!" I shouted.
"I need a guard to grab her." She said. A guard walked in the room and grabbed my arm and I couldn't break free.
"You're gonna love this!" She said. She turned on my phone and unlocked it. Stupid me for making the password so simple. It was John Cena, of course she would've guessed it.
She pressed messages. She went to the contact I titled 'John Cena' and pressed it.
"I'm sure John is so nervous about where you are, but don't worry I'll let him no you're ok." She said sarcastically.
"PLEASE STOP!" I screamed.
"Hmm please? Well please was the magic word you're free now!" She said and laughed.
She texted John Cena:
Hey John Cena! Just want to let you know that I'm okay :) I'm at a friends house right now so I'll text you later!
And she pressed send.
I began to cry. John Cena was outside and free, thinking I was okay. When I was kidnapped.
She noticed I was crying. "Shut up! Now come on, did you forget about the tour?"