She sat at the local park and watched the families in envy. She saw mothers and fathers running around chasing their kids, all laughing and smiling like nothing could go wrong. She watched some families do the opposite which angered her. Mothers sitting on the benches completely oblivious to what their children were even doing, and some without dads, which was like her. Emilie let out a sigh and pulled out her cell phone. It was 6:00 on a Monday, and she knew her favorite show would be starting in a matter of hours, a show that she never missed. She opened her pictures and smiled at the screen below her. It was a picture of her and her mother, right before she passed away. It was her 2nd birthday and her mother had gone out to get her cake, and never returned. The tears welled up in her eyes as she looked onto the happy families again, the children who had both of their parents. Emilie was being raised by her grandparents with her siblings. And until today, she had a pretty normal life...until she found the box. A box that was supposed to be hidden from her, a box that was supposed to be burned so she'd never know the truth, because the truth wasn't pretty. She opened her contacts and stopped on his number again, this being the 15th time she'd done it. She wanted to call him, she wanted to talk to him so bad. It's only been hours since she's known he was even alive, and finding out who he was. When her family had sat her down to tell her the truth after she found the box, she ran. The truth hurt, and now she got why after all these years her grandmother had hated her watching wrestling and anything that involved it. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the talk, but it all came flooding back to her.

"Nana." Emilie's grandmother was sitting at the table with the man who had helped raised her and her grandfather.

"Yes Em, what's wrong?" Emilie slowly took the box out from behind her back and stared at the three liars in front of her. They were the ones she was supposed to trust, how could she do that now? Their eyes all got wide and they all got speechless.

"What is this Nana, don't...don't lie to me. I've seen the pictures...please." Emilie sat down at the table and dumped the box. Hundreds of pictures fell out along with some letters, notes, drawings. Her grandmother slowly grabbed a picture of her mother and two men. She covered her mouth with her hand and tears fell down her face. Terry was the next to grab a picture and sighed.

"Might as well tell her now ma." He said looking at him mom. All she could do was nod.

"Emilie, first off we want you to know that we love you very, very much and nothing will ever change that OK?" Her grandmother started. Emilie nodded and waited for her to continue.

"Sometime after I had Terry here, I met this wonderful man, or so I thought. He was having a hard time in his marriage and told me they were divorced. It turns out he lied, and I was nothing more than a fling. I soon found out that I was pregnant again. He denied the baby up until the day he was born. See he had the cord wrapped around his neck, and they weren't sure if he'd even survive. He did and well me and his father made agreements to see him. The boy in the picture with your mom is my son Emilie, my son John." Emilie looked at her grandmother and sighed. She knew who the man was, everyone knew who the man was. She wanted to know why the hell she never told her she had another son...and how her mother even fit into the picture.

"You mean to say...my mom isn't your daughter? Why do you have me then, what the hell is going on here! " Her grandmother closed her eyes again and shrugged a little.

"John met your mother when she was 10, he was 12. Her and the other boy in this picture, Randy, were playing football in the park and he thought it was funny that a girl was playing football. Needless to say she beat him up. Terry brought all three back to the house and sometime while they were here, they became good friends. Along the road, John fell head over heels for your mother Emilie. He asked her out on her 14th birthday and they were together for a while sweetheart." She took in a deep breath to go on, but I already knew what was coming.

"Nana, she had me when she was 16...oh my god." Emilie stared down at the pictures in disbelief.

"When she told John she was pregnant, he got scared like any other teen would do. But he went about it the wrong way. He wanted you aborted, and his father completely agreed. He told her if she got an abortion that they could stay together and she could move with him to Boston so he could go to this school his father found, and everything went down hill. Catherine ended up disappearing. John was heartbroken and soon after he left to be with his father. A month after he left, Catherine showed up at the house with a belly, and I knew what I had to do. Emilie you're my blood, and when she died..you had nowhere else to go. I never wanted you to find out this way hon I swear. I love you so much and I'm sorry that John had to be this way, and I'm sorry your mom isn't here. Emilie ple-" Emilie got up and ran out of the house. Her father abandoned her, her mother died, her guardians have been lying to her this whole time. Her life was nothing but one big lie, and she had to make it right. She seethed in anger as she thought about the man who was her father, the man everyone knew to love. How he pranced around on t.v without a care in the world. Her father was John Felix Anthony Cena, and he had no idea she even existed...but he will.

Another show, another win, another feud to deal with. I sat in my bus with an icepack on my shoulder and sighed. "Hey good match out there John." I looked up to see my best friend Randy walking into my bus. "Thanks man, you look like shit." I chuckled a little when I saw him roll his eyes and make a face. We sat there and talked for awhile until he decided to go, leaving me to myself again. I sighed and closed my eyes wondering what my wife Liz was doing back at the house. I smiled thinking about her standing at the stove complaining how I eat to much and she's tired of cooking so much food. I went back in time a little more and smiled at the thought of when we met. Unfortunately I let my mind travel to far and I saw her face. I saw the tears streaming down her beautiful face as she watched me leave...and how I haven't seen her since. My eyes shot open and I punched the couch. I thought of her at least 10 times a day, more even. Sometimes I'd swear I'd see her in the crowd, just staring at me. I tried to fight the tears but failed. I closed my eyes again and let my mind travel back, back to the better times. She was absolutely perfect, with her long black hair and piercing green eyes. Her body was to die for as her personality. She had the best laugh, and one hell of a right hook. She also had my heart and I had hers, which I broke into a million pieces. I wiped the tears away and went into my room in the back of the bus. I opened my bag and pulled out the pictures I kept of her, the ones my wife didn't know about. I smiled at the one of me, Randy and her. We were all so close, and I fucked that up. The guys always wondered why I kept them, I always lied. I sat there remembering the good days when I heard my phone go off. I didn't recognize the number and groaned.

"What the hell?"I muttered hitting the answer button.

"Hello?" I heard nothing, and when I went to speak again I heard deep breathing. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"OK this isn't funny, what...you going to ask me what my favorite scary movie is?" I laughed at the thought of that and waited for a response.

"Is this John" My breath got caught in my throat. It was a women's voice, a familiar women's voice."Is this John Cena?" The voice asked again. It became clear how I knew the voice now, but it couldn't be her.

Y-yes...who-who is this." I whispered , hoping somehow it would be her and this wasn't some kind of sick prank. "I need to see you John, we need to talk...it...it's important." My eyes widened. It was her, my god it really was her.

"Cat? Wh-wh-where are you?" I stuttered and silently begged her to answer me. I couldn't believe this was happening...we haven't spoken in 16 years.

"At your mothers, you need to come here now." With that she hung up. I sat there in disbelief. Was something wrong with my mother...and why the hell was she there? Has she been there this whole time. I tried to shake the crazy thoughts out of my head, but they kept flooding back.

"I need to go to Pittsburgh." I whispered to myself.

Decided to re-write the whole thing, hope everyone likes this one better. I'll also be re-doing chapter two ! Enjoy and reviews please (: