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I hang up the phone and wait for the police to arrive. I can't believe this is happening. It can't be happening. This has to be a nightmare; I hope that it's a nightmare. I make my way downstairs remembering that Angelina is down there. I don't want her to be scared or anything. "Hey, Angelina, how about you go upstairs to your bedroom for a little bit? I'm having a few people over," I say to her.

"Where is mommy?" she asks as she stands up. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's fine," I say lying to her. I feel bad for lying to her but I'm protecting her from being scared. After I talk to the police I plan to talk to her about it but right now it's best if she didn't know.

"Okay," she says, "who is coming over?"

"Just a couple guys that are going to talk to Daddy," I say as I see the police cars pull up out front. "When they leave I will come get you okay?"

"Okay," she says but I know she isn't believing a word I'm saying but she still makes her way upstairs.

"Thank-you," I say as I walk to the door. I open the door as I see her around the corner to her bedroom. There are two police officers standing in front of me as I open the door. "Hello," I say, "come in."

"Thank-you, Sir," says one of the police officers before they both walk in. I shut the door behind them. "So what is going on?"

"Well, my girlfriend went upstairs to take a nap. I went up to check on her and she was gone. I couldn't find her anywhere and she didn't come downstairs at all. And her car is parked outside."

"So your girlfriend was taking a nap and disappeared?" he asks as he writes down the information.

"Yes," I say.

"Did you hear anything unusual or see anything unusual?"

"No. I didn't hear a thing and when I went upstairs the window was open but she's pregnant so she leaves the window open often because it's too hot for her," I say.

"I see," he says. "Can you tell me what she was wearing?"

"Yes," I say, "she had on a pair of blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. She has sandy brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and brown eyes."

"Okay and how tall is she and how much does she weigh?"

"She is about 5'4 and weighs probably about 130 lbs. with her pregnancy."

"And how many months pregnant is she?" he asks.

"25 weeks or 6 months," I say.

"Okay," he says writing down the information, "and her name, age and birthday?"

"Natalie Morgan, 29 and her birthday is October 15th," I answer.

"Thank-you, Sir. What is your name?"

"John Cena," I answer.


"April 23rd, 1977," I answer.

'Thank-you," he says writing down the information. "So you were downstairs and your girlfriend was upstairs sleeping?"

"Yes," I say.

"Any signs of a struggle?" he asks.

"No," I say.

"Can you show me the room she was sleeping in please?"

"Yes," I say, "follow me." I lead him upstairs to our bedroom so that he can look around the room.

He walks around the room looking for clues. "Was the window open when you went downstairs?"

"Yes. I opened it for her before I went downstairs," I say.

"So you opened the window?"

"Yes," I say. "I did it because she wasn't feeling good."

"Okay," he says as he continues to look around. "I'm going to have him dust for prints."

"Okay," I say.

We go out into the hallway as his partner goes in the room to dust for prints. I still can't believe this is happening. I know who is behind all of this and I wish I would have listened to Natalie. "Is there anyone that you believe could have done this?"

"Yes," I say, "my wife Ashley Cena."

"Your wife?"

"Yes," I say, "we are in the middle of getting a divorce. She is jealous of Natalie."

"Okay," he says, "can you give me a description of Ashley please?"

"Dark brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'5 and weighs about 135," I say.

"Thank-you," he says, "and you didn't hear anything?"

"I heard nothing. I came up here to check on her and she was gone."

"How long would you say you were downstairs before you came to check on her?"

"Probably about an hour or so," I say. "I wasn't really keeping track of time."

"Okay," he says. "Is there anything missing?"

"Just my girlfriend," I say getting frustrated. This is wasting time. She could be hurt or something worse. "Are you going to find her?"

"I already put an alert out and for now that's all I can do."

"Daddy," says Angelina as she walks up behind me.

"Angelina," I say as I pick her up.

"What's going on? Why are the police here? Where is mommy? And What is that guy doing in mommy's room?" she asks as she looks into mine and Natalie's bedroom.

I can't lie to her anymore and say, "Mommy is missing."

"What do you mean mommy is missing?" she asks looking at me with her blue eyes.

"We can't find her," I say.

"Did she leave?"

"I don't know," I say. "Can I go talk to my daughter please?"

"Go ahead," he says.

"Thank-you," I say as I take Angelina to her bedroom. "When mommy was taking a nap I think someone came in to take her."

"Is mommy okay?"

"I hope so," I say.

"And my brother?"

"I'm sure he's okay," I say. I can only hope. I can't promise that they are both okay because I have no idea. "But the police officers are going to do their job and they are going to find her."

"Good," she says, "Daddy, I'm scared."

"I'm scared too," I say. "But we will be okay. We just have to hope for the best."

"I hope she's okay, Daddy," she says.

"Me too," I say as I hug her as she starts to cry. The police officers need to find Natalie and fast. She can't be under all this stress while pregnant and I am not ready to live without her yet. I just hope they find her and soon. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I knew where Ashley took her. I should have listened. I shouldn't have left Natalie alone. I can't believe this is happening. It has to be a bad dream; a really bad dream.

*A/N: So what did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.