!WARNING! This will contain physical and mental abuse!
Y/n P.O.V. I saw Jon in the gym everyday. Working hard. Just like me. From what I read about his upbringing we had pretty similar backgrounds. I just couldn't seem to get the hang of wrestling as he did. I've been working my ass to get into a professional wrestling business for 3 years now. They tell me the same thing over and over. "You aren't ready kid. A little more effort." Or "I don't think you are strong enough to last in this business." I've been dealing with abuse from my boyfriend for 6 years. I don't think people realize how strong I am. Finally I got the courage to ask Jon for help. I walked over to him waiting for him to get done with his set. He finally noticed me and looked up set his weights down. "Did ya need somethin' or are ya just gonna stand there and stare?" He asked with a smile. "Uhm sorry. I just wanted to introduce myself I'm Y/n." I said sticking my hand out and he shook it. "I'm Jon." He said with a nod. "Yeah I know. I'm a fan. Well I shouldn't put it like that. I'm a fan of your story." I said and he raised a brow. "My story?" He said and I nodded. "Yeah. Your upbringing. I have almost the same exact story. Only difference is I'm struggling to get my dreams of becoming a wrestler achieved." I said and he nodded. "Is that so?" He asked and I sighed. "Yeah. I don't know what I've been missing. It's always that I'm not strong enough or that I need more training. But I think I'm damn strong enough." I said and he nodded. "So what is it that you need?" He asked and I sighed shaking my head. "Do you have any advice anything to help me. Please." I said and he thought a moment. "I don't think so. I mean I could offer you some training if you want? It's going to be complete hell because that's how I learned. I'm not much of a inspirational speaker." He said with a shrug. "Really?!" I said loudly before looking down blushing. "Sorry I didn't mean to be so loud. I just don't have someone who's ever been willing to teach me." I said looking down at the floor with a soft smile. "You are teaching yourself?" Be asked and I nodded. "Well Christ doll even I had some trainin'." He said with a chuckle making me giggle. "Well how about you give me your number and I'll call you when I got some time off and I'll help you out." He said and I nodded taking my phone out of my bag. I gave him my number thanking him before walking out. I was so happy. I drove home and regretted even driving into the driveway. I walked inside seeing beer bottles scattered across the living room floor. "WHY THE FUCK IS DINNER NOT MADE BITCH!" I heard Jeremiah yell as a beer bottle whipped passed my head smashing against the wall. My heart raced as I set my purse down. I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom upstairs locking the door just in time. I even locked the deadbolt. Yes. A deadbolt. I could hear him banging on the door but I didn't care. I walked into my closet uncovering my secret room entrance. I opened the latch of the door and walked down the steps closing the door and locking it. Welcome to my humble abode.
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In one of the cupboards is a mini fridge. The other is spare clothes. No one knew I had this room. Not even Jeremiah. I sighed and sat down in the bed falling over. I felt my phone buzz and I flipped onto my stomach and opened my phone. It was Jon.
