Hidden Secrets

The Tree

Drew's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning to the ice cold wind biting my rosy cheeks. I pressed the heel of my hand to my eye as I tried to keep my skull from splitting apart. Though to be honest, I wouldn't mind it breaking open so long as it stopped aching like this. Please, anything, just stop hurting . . .

I blinked open my other eye to see the sun shining straight into my face and a meadow filled with long grass but instead of being overwhelmed by memories of my mom a brief flashback flashed across my eyes.

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I watched as Dean Ambrose dove out of the ring after Kane, but instead of hitting Kane with the steel post he accidentally hit my shin. I winced in pain and gritted my teeth as Dean gave me a quick guilty glance before throwing himself at Kane. I rubbed my shin as the match continued.

"Hey, I'm sorry for hitting you." I looked up at the deep, husky voice in front of me and smiled weakly as he hugged me.

"Its okay."

"Alright, I hope your okay, I really am sorry." He called as he went back stage and I smiled at him.

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Groaning, I sat up and stretched, my stiff muscles screaming in rejection and I grimaced in pain as my body cracked and pop in places I never knew could shift and crack. "Ow . . ."

I turned and studied the initials of my family on my family tree and yet again remembered the day Mom carved them in. 

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"Drew! Come on, set the camera down and get your arse over here."

I whined as I looked over at her, I was in the field taking pictures of the scenery while Mom was standing under the big willow tree behind me over towards the north. "But if I go over there I won't be in Cincinnati anymore I'll be in Norwood . . . and I like 'Nati."

Mom laughed. "No you won't, you'll still be in Cincinnati, stop being melodramatic."

I whined as I stomped my way over there, but I was smiling as I dramatized my walk over, receiving a huff from Mom as she rolled her eyes. "Well at least you're comin'."

I laughed as I stopped, under the willow and at Mom's side. "So what do you need me for?"

She smiled. "Wanna carve our initials into the tree?"

I raised a brow at her. "You'd let me use a knife? On something other than food."

"Just this once. Oh c'mon! Let's brand this motherfucker!" She said, acting like a two year old hyped up on sugar, bouncing, and doing a giddy like dance with her shoulders.

I gasped at her, feigning a look of shock. "Mom! Language! I'm only ten!"

She laughed. "Please, come one Missy, let's do this."

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I smiled at the memory and brushed my fingers against my mom's initials, a few tears escaping from my eyes, taking a deep, stuttering, breath I released an airy laugh that was mixed with a sob, my smile faltered.

I stood up, swinging my bag into my shoulder and grabbing my case I touched the carved letters once more. "Miss you Mom."

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Jonathan's P.O.V

I laid across my bed as I listened to Renee as she spoke with the police. I hadn't felt like talking to anyone, this morning Renee had to force me to get up and pack by making the deal of calling the police before we go.