I screamed as I watched the television. Once again, John Cena had won yet another match. I couldn't hold back the emotions, and I began to tear up a little.
No one else in my family understood the relationship I shared with John. Though we never met in real life, I felt as though we had some sort of spiritual attachment to one another.
"Are you actually crying?!" My sister yelled.
I hadn't noticed the tears that were streaming down my face. John Cena was my love. John Cena was my life. I looked back at the screen after wiping the tears off my face, and he was looking directly at the camera.
But instead, it felt like he was looking directly towards me.
And then he started calling my name. I began to freak out, and in a moment his hand was sticking out of the television set.
He then said, "Come with me, child."
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John Cena: My Father
Short StoryIn this epic short story that first appeared on sluttystarfish, a child get's told something that will change their life forever.
