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Chapter 1

*Three Years Later*

Allie pulled her black Dodge Dart into the parking lot of the Girl's Haven center. Her mentor, Lynn had started it two years ago and Allie had been working there for the past year as a counselor.

Helping girls who had been through what she had been through. Telling them her story. She had a year left of college before she had her degree. She was more happy now than she'd ever been in her life. She was making a difference in the lives of teenage girls who had suffered abuse, and that meant everything to her.

The pay was pretty good at her job, and thankfully she'd just been able to purchase her first home. It was small, but she loved it. In a lot of ways it reminded her of Jon's old house. Well, she guessed he still owned it. She really didn't know. Sometimes she went up there. The grounds were kept so she knew that someone was taking care of the place. She never went back inside after that first night though...

She sighed as she got out of her car, and adjusted her brown blazer. Fall was here and there was a chill in the air. This time of year always brought her back to when she was a teenager. It always reminded her of Jon. Sometimes, she let her mind wander back to those nights when he'd held her so close, and tried to take away her pain.

Always back to that night under the bridge in her cheerleading uniform when Jon kissed her for the first time with marijuana on his breath. Back to the first time they made love, when she poured all her emotions into him. He was so strong...

She pushed a strand of her short dark hair behind her ear. It just wasn't meant to be.

Jon groaned and rubbed his eyes as the bus came to a halt. Colby slapped his leg, further jarring him from his rest.

"Dude, we're here. Wake up." he said to Jon.

"I'm already awake." Jon mumbled.

They had a show tonight in Philly, and after that he was lucky enough to have a few days off. He planned on going to his grandmother's house, and catching up with Rob. His mind would of course wander to Allie and what she was doing. If she was in town...if she was okay. Not one word from her in three years. Nothing.

He'd been up to his house a few times. Just about twice a year, but he'd never went into town, never seen any signs from her, never heard anything about her. He had heard that some woman opened up a center for girls who had been abused. A place to get them help...he wondered what would have become of he and Allie if a place like that had exsisted back then...

If there had been someone qualified to give her help, because God knew, he had no idea how to help her. He'd tried. He'd failed. He failed miserably and she'd dissappeared out of his life forever.

"You okay, bro?" Colby asked.

They traveled together a lot now. They were part of a stable called The Shield. Dean was happy and proud of the chance WWE was taking on him. He'd grown up a lot. He hadn't used drugs since he moved to Florida, and he finally learned how to handle his alcohol.

As for dating, well...dating, not so much. Banging every single girl with black hair he came across?...Yeah that was more likely. Okay, it wasn't that extreme, but he hadn't had one single meaningful relationship since Allie. And every one night stand had black hair. He told himself that was just his preference, but he knew it was only Allie.

He wasn't still in love with her, at least he didn't think he was, but forever and always she would be there...in his heart. In his bed in between him and every other woman he slept with. Her memory was haunting, and being this close to the last place he saw her was always hard.

"Yeah, bro I'm fine. I just have a headache." Jon lied.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go ahead and head inside. I wanna check out the arena while they set everything up."

"Alright, I'll catch you later." Jon said as Colby exited the bus.

He had all day until Monday Night Raw that night. He thought about joining Colby inside, but instead decided to have his rental car brought to him. Once it arrived he drove over to Milltown. Once again, the memories invaded his senses as he rolled his window down and let the crisp fall air inside.

He tried to block out any memories as he drove up the long driveway to his house. He hadn't been up here all year. He'd thoroughly avoided it. He unlocked the door, and let himself inside. The place needed aired out bad. He sat his keys down and went through the house opening every window, letting the cool breeze in.

Memories.

He walked into the bedroom and glanced at the nightstand. He cringed, thinking he'd see the picture of himself and Allie, but he forgot that the last time he was here he finally put it away. God, he looked so young in that picture. His hair was still longer, but he had a little stubble that he was keeping on his face nowadays. He'd also bulked up a little bit since then.

He was starving. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, already knowing he wouldn't find anything. He cursed under his breath, and grabbed his keys. Guess he'd have to drive to town. He hesitated before pulling out of his driveway. Milltown was closer, and his stomach was growling.

He turned the radio up loud, and blasted his music as he drove through the quiet streets leading into town.

Allie looked at her watch. It was just after noon, and time for her lunch break. She had a lot of paperwork to do so she decided to stay at her desk. It wasn't long before Lynn came in and insisted she take her break. She smiled at her older friend, and relented.

She walked into the bathroom, and checked herself in the mirror. She still struggled with her image. She had lost weight, now fitting into a size 8, her stomach had flattened out, but she still had the same thighs. She sighed. Her hair was a lot shorter now than it was back then. Now cut into a longer bob, she had a platinum streak in her bangs. It gave her an edgy look, and it was something the teens she worked with loved.

She looked at her left hand, and down at her ring finger where a princess cut diamond sat on a silver band.

She decided to call her fiance Mark on her way to grab a bite to eat. She was craving a chicken strip sandwhich from the deli at the grocery store. She pulled into the parking lot, and got Mark's voicemail.

"Hey babe, its just me calling. Wanted to see what you were up to. Alright, give me a call back, love you." she ended the message as she walked through the automatic sliding doors and into the deli.

Jon decided to just do some grocery shopping. He was, after all going to be staying at the house all week. His first full week off in three years. He always felt like such a tool carrying a basket, or pushing around a cart. He tried to just pack the items around, but soon he found that wasn't going to work.

With a sigh he gave up and got a cart.

Allie stood at the counter placing her order, her hand on her hip. Her mind was on her paperwork. It was Monday, and she had a long weekend. She was tired, and ready for five o' clock to get here. He subconciously tapped her high heel against the hard tiled floor, making a clicking noise.

Jon was handing his credit card over to the cashier when he heard a loud clicking noise. It was a woman walking out of the store. Her high heels were so loud. Jon thought it was annoying, but he couldn't help but admire her backside.

He cashier handed him back his card, and he began pushing the cart out. The woman had black hair. His heart sped up at the prospect of it being her, of it being Allie. He knew that was ridiculous. He walked to the rental car and began empyting his groceries. He watched as the woman dropped her keys while trying to unlock her car. She bent down to retrieve them, and Jon got a better view of her ass as he unloaded his cart.

He walked closer to her, while returning his cart to the stall. She was already in her car. She couldn't see him staring, thankfully. It was odd...strange even...something about her...

She backed out her car from the parking spot, and Jon got a full view of her face. His heart sped up. It wasn't possible. His mind was playing a sick, twisted trick on him. There's no way that was who he thought it was.

Allie.

He couldn't move, couldn't call out to her.

He watched as she sped away out of the parking lot. Was that her? Her face...

He took a few steps forward, dumbfounded. She was here in Milltown the whole time? Three years? His foot kicked against something and he looked down to see her wallet. It was bulging with receipts, and papers, and odd and end things. He pulled out her driver's license.

Allison Cambell Hamilton.

It was her.

He gripped her wallet, and carried it back with him to his car, clutching it. Trying to feel her through it. He was angry, and nervous, and sick...and relieved. He sat behind the steering wheel of his car and wondered what to do with the wallet.

Take it into the store?

Keep it, and show up at her house to return it?

Did he even want her to know he was back in town? Did he even want to see her?

"No, I don't want to see her." he said out loud to the dash of the car.

But inside he knew his heart, and every fiber of his being was saying "Yes, you do."

Before he could really make up his mind what to do he saw her car pull a few spaces down from his. She got out and frantically searched the parking lot for her wallet. Jon smirked to himself. She cut her hair. She'd grown up. God, she was beautiful. Amazingly so.

She sprinted into the store, Jon assumed to ask the front desk if they'd had anyone turn in a wallet. It was then he decided just what he was going to do.

"Fuck waiting another damn minute." he said while reaching for his door handle.