Hidden Secrets

Elevator

When I woke up I was in the elevator still, Jon standing over me with a look of worry on his face. I sat up, head butting him on accident, we both cursed loudly, holding our foreheads.

"Ow . . ."

I hissed, looking up at Jon and smiled. "Sorry."

He returned the smile. "Its ok, I'm just glad you're awake." He held his hand out to me and he helped me up.

"Thanks, how long was I out?"

He looked at his watch, sighing. "An hour, the elevator broke down, we're stuck here for awhile."

I groaned. "Dammit."

He looked down at me and gave me a pitied look. "I'm sorry."

I tilted my head. "Why?"

He gestured to the walls around us. "This is probably not the best birthday present in the world."

I shrugged. "As long as I'm not alone I'm content."

He smiled, giving me a hug. "Happy birthday, Drew."

I hugged him back, wrapping my arms around his abdomen. "Thanks, happy birthday Dad."

He laid his chin on my shoulder, tightening his grip on me. "Drew?"

"Yeah?" I whispered as I laid my left ear against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"Can you just call me dad?"

I pulled away from him, looking into his grey eyes, after seeing his hope, I nodded. "Sure."

He smiled happily, hugging me again, cradling my head to his chest, rocking me side to side.

I smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

We stayed in the position for awhile before he finally let me go, sitting on the floor, I joined him, resting my head on his shoulder. "So, how did you mom get together?"

He chuckled. "You won't give that up will you?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He sighed, leaning his own head on mine causing me to smile. Then I realized that I no longer seen Jonathan Good just as a actor or wrestler, Dean Ambrose even, anymore I saw him as my father and I loved him as much as I once loved my mom.

"Uh, well, I believe it was midnight and I was out with some friends, hanging out around town when I saw Clarisse walking alone, I ditched my friends to hang out with her instead, we were young, when it happened so when it came to the point where I fucked her it became a little awkward between the two of us, I left the state soon after with CZW and I never saw her again, until sixteen years later a girl appears outside my hotel room with a police officer claiming she was my daughter."

I smiled. "Did you really love her or was it just a hit and miss?"

"I loved her, I loved her dearly, that was why I have dated most the girls in the country, I couldn't get your mom off my mind for a long time."

"Oh . . ." I trailed off. "Wait . . . CZW? Combat Zone Wrestling?"

He nodded. "I was known as Jon Moxley, or Mox for short."

I thought back, way back to my first live wrestling match, I sat up as the memory came back. "Wait a second."

"What?" He asked, I looked at him, my eyes narrowed. "I think I saw you once when I was little at a live event."

He sat up, looking interested. "When?"

"When I was five, I remember mom had bought us tickets to see this match, I remember I had ran away from mom during one with . . . Brain Damage and someone else I can't remember. It was a outside event so I got lost, until I ran into this guys legs."