This I Swear.

Torrie's eyelashes fluttered down to the tiled floor while she sat there on the chair, with nothing but fear in her eyes. The Boise Belle had tried to be strong, and just continue with her life aware of the risks but the pain had became ever so strong that she wasn't doing what she usually does.

Torrie let out a deep breath, before she saw a white plastic cup in front of her. Torrie looked up to see John standing there.

"Hey." John said.

"Here," John gently muttered, while the emotion stayed hidden hidden in his eyes.

"A hot drink isn't gonna change anything John," Torrie muttered before her head lowered down scared as she waited for her appointment concerning her troubled back, even though the risks scared the Boise Belle deeply.

"I wish it would." John muttered.

"I'm so scared, John," Torrie muttered with the fear showing in her eyes.

"I know, I am too." John said.

Torrie looked at John before she noticed he was standing a few feet away from her.

"Why aren't you sitting beside me, and holding me?" Torrie asked.

John looked at Torrie as he just stood near the door.

"John, come over here..." Torrie muttered, with tears in her eyes but he remained there not knowing what to do?

All he knew he felt frozen.

John continued staring at Torrie, he felt like he couldn't move.

"John..." Torrie muttered.

She watched John turn away, and walk away.

"John where you going? John!" Torrie screamed but he just kept walking away.

John felt tears in his eyes as he walked down the hallway. He couldn't stand in the hospital room anymore because he felt like he was going to break down soon.

Torrie stood there alone, in the hallway. Her eyelashes lowered down to the floor, before a single tear fell down.

What hurt Torrie the most, when John turned and walked away.

"How can he do this to me?" Torrie asked herself.

John burst open the door, he felt his heart quicken in his chest. He watched the rain pour down, hit the concrete.

"This can't be happening." John muttered to himself.

Torrie just lowered her head down, with tears streaming down from her eyes as she felt completely alone.
The one person she thought, would never turn their back on her just did.

.............

John watched the rain just pour down from the sky, He walked out and continued to walk down the path feeling guilty and struck down. He tried his hardest to be there for Torrie, but he just couldn't stand the risks so he just found himself turn away.

John leaned on the wall, while the rain fell down and dripped down from John's hair, to his face while he felt himself stand alone in the rain.

John looked up at the sky.

"Please don't let anything happen to Torrie." John muttered.

John's head lowered back down, while he watched the raindrops splash on the already wet concrete. John just buried his head in his hands, feeling helpless. Every step he took, it just felt so wrong the only thing that always made him find the will to carry on is Torrie.

She had given him the best time of his young life, he had found so much love and happiness when he found himself find her. Friends first, then fell in love to married, with children. He finally know what it just means to let someone into his heart.

"What are you doing out here?" A woman's voice spoke.

John looked up, and almost had a heart attack when he saw his late grandmother Catherine Cena staring down at him.

Torrie lowered her head, before she rubbed her shoulder feeling herself standing in the dark.

"Grandma?" John asked barely above a whisper.

Catherine looked at John.

"Yes it's me,"

John just stared, with nothing but shock in his expression...."How..."

"Well I knew you needed help, John so come on tell me what's wrong?" Catherine spoke, gently.

"Nothing." John lied.

Catherine eyed John, before she stood by him.

"You were a bad liar when you were a kid, you're a bad liar now" Catherine spoke but John stayed silent.

"I am not lying to you." John lied again.

Catherine eyed her grandson.

"Johnathan Felix..." John just silently gulped hearing her tone. "Anthony Cena"

John's eyes turned to her. "Tell me what's going on with you?"

"Well Today is...Wednesday, and it's raining...and..."

"JOHN CENA!" Catherine shouted.

"Okay fine I'm scared." John said.

Catherine nodded.

"Scared? of what exactly?" She asked John.

"I don't...know," He mumbled.

"Oh I do, shall I show you? She asked.

John just stared at her. "What?" Catherine touched John's hand and a flash of light went through his head. John turned and found himself standing in a hospital corridor. Nothing but the sound of rain dripping off the windows of the hospital.

"Torrie," John muttered, he walked through the doors and continued to keep walking until he bumped into a doctor.

"I'm sorry," She spoke gently.

"Is Torrie okay? where is she? I can't find her" John spoke.

"I am truly sorry," The doctor said.

"Sorry? I don't understand..." John's eyes turned to the same door he had walked away from. He peeked through the door, and came across something terrfying.

"Torrie,...." John muttered, while his eyes saw the Boise Beauty lying on the bed, with her blonde hair scattered on her shoulders. Her hands were placed perfectly on her midsection as she laid there.

"Oh god..." John muttered.

"So that's what you're afraid of" Catherine spoke, while John just stared at Torrie.