He watched the ceiling fan go round and round. In fact he'd been watching
it for a good few hours now. Sleeping in the guest room was not something
he really enjoyed.
He got up and opened the door.
"When are you going to talk to me about this?" he asked down the empty
hall.
"Vince right now, I'm so mad at you. You're lucky I'm even speaking this
much to you" she said stepping out of what was their room.
"Linda I think if we talked about this, we'd both feel a lot better. This
is not something the both of us can ignore." He said stepping out to look
at her.
"For the moment I can ignore you, and when I think I'm ready, then maybe we
can talk. I just so pissed at you. Some times you're a dumb son of a bitch"
she said slamming the door.
"You know you love me" he yelled as he walked back in and stood at the
window. He laughed at his reflection, "You are a dumb son of a bitch, you
should be lucky she hasn't kicked your ass to the curb just yet" he said to
himself.
It was only today that he decided to take a week or so off and maybe he and
Linda may take off and spend some long deserved time together. But then the
phone call came. That damn phone call. In life there was always that one
call he always feared of getting, the one saying that something had
happened to one of the kids or even god forbid Linda. But this had to be
the second call he would fear.
Let me take you back to earlier today, We find Vince McMahon sitting at his desk finishing up some left over paper work and getting ready to go, They were going out for dinner. "Mr. McMahon I do apologize, but there is someone on the phone who says he needs to speak to you, it's an emergency. It has to do with your son." Erin his secretary said through the intercom. Vince dropped everything and quickly picked up the phone. "This is Mr. McMahon" he said his stomach rising into his throat. "Mr. McMahon my name is Peter Jenkins; I'm an attorney here in New York" "What about my son?" Vince said cutting in. "Yes sir, I'm getting to that. A few years back you had a brief encounter with a Miss. Emily Kelly. Now it actually it was more like 15 years back so it may be hard to remember" Vince thought for a moment, an Emily Kelly. It had been a long time since he heard that name. It was back when he was just getting the company off the ground and things were very stressful. It was another one of those things he lived to regret because it had hurt Linda very deeply when she found out. "Mr. McMahon are you there?" a voice cut through his thoughts. "Oh Yes, I'm here sorry, what were you saying" Vince asked regaining his thoughts. "Yes, Well I represent Miss Kelly. And I unfortunately have called to inform you that as of yesterday, Miss Kelly is deceased. She was in a terrible accident and passed on." "That's horrible, and if there is anything I can do let me know, but until then I'm a very busy man Mr. Jenkins and I have lots of work to do" Vince said. "Actually Mr. McMahon, there is another reason for this call, it has to do with your son" "Shane?" Vince asked "Eric, Mr. McMahon" Mr. Jenkins answered. "Eric, I have a son Shane, I don't have a son named Eric" Vince said. "The papers I hold here say that you sir are the father of Eric Kelly, 14 year old boy" "Excuse me?" Vince asked nervously. "Yes Sir, it says here in the Will, that if anything were to happen to Miss Kelly that her son was to be given to the boys father to be raised." "You're saying that there is a 14 year old boy. That you say belongs to me and I'm just finding out about this" Vince asked. "Sir, If Miss Kelly, had not told you before that is really not for me. But the paper work here says that you are the father. And that's what I go by" "I understand. So now let me see if I got this right, I am now the legal guardian of this boy" "Yes Sir." Peter Jenkins replied "All right, leave your contact information with my secretary and I'll get back to you in the morning" Vince said hanging up. "You ready to go?" A voice came from the doorway. Vince looked up and felt physically ill. "You know, I don't really feel all to well, do you mind if we stay in tonight?" he said leaning back in his chair. "No I don't mind at all" She said walking around his desk. "What's wrong? You weren't sick all day were you? You should have stayed home." She said feeling his head. "I had things I wanted to get done" he said taking her hand from his head. "In fact we will go out tonight." "No, we won't. We'll go another time. I prefer staying home any ways" "Then lets get out of here, before we get stuck here with more work" He said pulling his jacket on. "Mr. McMahon here is that information you asked for" Erin said handing him the papers as he passed by. "Thank you" he said as he pocketed the information. "Let me drive" Linda said as they reached the car. "I'm capable of driving" he said. "Yeah, but if your not feeling all to well, I'd rather drive" she said hugging him. "I'm not dieing, I can still drive" he smiled. "I'm sure you could, but I have the keys now, so I'll drive" she smiled. "That was good, very smart. But it will never happen again" He said opening the door for her. "Yes, I do believe you said that last time" she laughed. "I probably did, and I will continue to say it until I finally catch you taking the keys from my pockets" he smiled as he walked around the car and climbed in on the other side. "All right, let's go" He smiled as he pulled the seatbelt across and buckled it. "Are you sure you're all right? You seem as if you're on another planet. What's on your mind?" Linda asked as they drove through Greenwich. "Yeah I just a headache. I need to lay down that's all" he said staring out the window. He knew that things were going all to well for him it only figured that something like this would rain down on his parade. The car came to stop and Vince stepped out. He entered the house and went up stairs to the master bedroom. He threw his jacket on the chest at the foot of the bed and flopped down face first into the pillows. "Damn it all the hell" he said to himself trying to figure out how in the holy hell he was going to tell Linda. Maybe it was all one big mistake and he wouldn't have to tell her anything. Yeah, Like that would happen. My whole life has been one big mountain to climb. "Vince, can I get you anything? Advil, Tylenol?" she said sitting on the bed next to him. "No, I'll be fine." He said. "Are you sure?" she said rubbing his head," I'm sure there is something that would help" This is it he thought to himself, it's now or now. "Actually, There is something" he said standing up. "I have to talk to you, now I'm going to do the talking and I would appreciate it if you would hold all comments till the end" "Umm, okay I guess" Linda said a bit confused. "All right, here it is. Today was all well and good up until about an hour or so, when I got this disturbing phone call from an attorney in New York. He called saying he had news about my son. Now don't worry because Shane is fine and well, that was my first thought. But it turned out I was wrong, that wasn't the son he was talking about. Apparently I have a son, I never knew about for 14 years, he has lived in New York with his mother and now it seems that he has come into my custody" Vince said looking at the floor. "Its been a long day, so let me double check this, your standing there telling me, you have a 14 year old son, in New York. Who will be coming here?" Linda asked "Yeah it looks that way" he said. "Vince tell me you're joking, right? I mean this is crazy. I can't believe this; I can't believe you would do this" "I never meant for something like this to happen, I mean his mother was killed in an accident and now it seems that as his father I have to see that he gets raised right" "Have you thought about us, the ones who have always been here for you through good times and through bad, have you thought about who we might feel about this, you know what I don't want to talk about this anymore, go away. The guest room, the couch, I do not care just get away from me" "Lin listen to me" he pleaded. "I'm tired of listening to all your bull, now please get away." she said turning her back to him. "All right" he said turning and walking out. "I'm sorry," he sighed "I truly am" She stood leaning against the door "I know you are Mac, I know you are" she cried to herself.
Let me take you back to earlier today, We find Vince McMahon sitting at his desk finishing up some left over paper work and getting ready to go, They were going out for dinner. "Mr. McMahon I do apologize, but there is someone on the phone who says he needs to speak to you, it's an emergency. It has to do with your son." Erin his secretary said through the intercom. Vince dropped everything and quickly picked up the phone. "This is Mr. McMahon" he said his stomach rising into his throat. "Mr. McMahon my name is Peter Jenkins; I'm an attorney here in New York" "What about my son?" Vince said cutting in. "Yes sir, I'm getting to that. A few years back you had a brief encounter with a Miss. Emily Kelly. Now it actually it was more like 15 years back so it may be hard to remember" Vince thought for a moment, an Emily Kelly. It had been a long time since he heard that name. It was back when he was just getting the company off the ground and things were very stressful. It was another one of those things he lived to regret because it had hurt Linda very deeply when she found out. "Mr. McMahon are you there?" a voice cut through his thoughts. "Oh Yes, I'm here sorry, what were you saying" Vince asked regaining his thoughts. "Yes, Well I represent Miss Kelly. And I unfortunately have called to inform you that as of yesterday, Miss Kelly is deceased. She was in a terrible accident and passed on." "That's horrible, and if there is anything I can do let me know, but until then I'm a very busy man Mr. Jenkins and I have lots of work to do" Vince said. "Actually Mr. McMahon, there is another reason for this call, it has to do with your son" "Shane?" Vince asked "Eric, Mr. McMahon" Mr. Jenkins answered. "Eric, I have a son Shane, I don't have a son named Eric" Vince said. "The papers I hold here say that you sir are the father of Eric Kelly, 14 year old boy" "Excuse me?" Vince asked nervously. "Yes Sir, it says here in the Will, that if anything were to happen to Miss Kelly that her son was to be given to the boys father to be raised." "You're saying that there is a 14 year old boy. That you say belongs to me and I'm just finding out about this" Vince asked. "Sir, If Miss Kelly, had not told you before that is really not for me. But the paper work here says that you are the father. And that's what I go by" "I understand. So now let me see if I got this right, I am now the legal guardian of this boy" "Yes Sir." Peter Jenkins replied "All right, leave your contact information with my secretary and I'll get back to you in the morning" Vince said hanging up. "You ready to go?" A voice came from the doorway. Vince looked up and felt physically ill. "You know, I don't really feel all to well, do you mind if we stay in tonight?" he said leaning back in his chair. "No I don't mind at all" She said walking around his desk. "What's wrong? You weren't sick all day were you? You should have stayed home." She said feeling his head. "I had things I wanted to get done" he said taking her hand from his head. "In fact we will go out tonight." "No, we won't. We'll go another time. I prefer staying home any ways" "Then lets get out of here, before we get stuck here with more work" He said pulling his jacket on. "Mr. McMahon here is that information you asked for" Erin said handing him the papers as he passed by. "Thank you" he said as he pocketed the information. "Let me drive" Linda said as they reached the car. "I'm capable of driving" he said. "Yeah, but if your not feeling all to well, I'd rather drive" she said hugging him. "I'm not dieing, I can still drive" he smiled. "I'm sure you could, but I have the keys now, so I'll drive" she smiled. "That was good, very smart. But it will never happen again" He said opening the door for her. "Yes, I do believe you said that last time" she laughed. "I probably did, and I will continue to say it until I finally catch you taking the keys from my pockets" he smiled as he walked around the car and climbed in on the other side. "All right, let's go" He smiled as he pulled the seatbelt across and buckled it. "Are you sure you're all right? You seem as if you're on another planet. What's on your mind?" Linda asked as they drove through Greenwich. "Yeah I just a headache. I need to lay down that's all" he said staring out the window. He knew that things were going all to well for him it only figured that something like this would rain down on his parade. The car came to stop and Vince stepped out. He entered the house and went up stairs to the master bedroom. He threw his jacket on the chest at the foot of the bed and flopped down face first into the pillows. "Damn it all the hell" he said to himself trying to figure out how in the holy hell he was going to tell Linda. Maybe it was all one big mistake and he wouldn't have to tell her anything. Yeah, Like that would happen. My whole life has been one big mountain to climb. "Vince, can I get you anything? Advil, Tylenol?" she said sitting on the bed next to him. "No, I'll be fine." He said. "Are you sure?" she said rubbing his head," I'm sure there is something that would help" This is it he thought to himself, it's now or now. "Actually, There is something" he said standing up. "I have to talk to you, now I'm going to do the talking and I would appreciate it if you would hold all comments till the end" "Umm, okay I guess" Linda said a bit confused. "All right, here it is. Today was all well and good up until about an hour or so, when I got this disturbing phone call from an attorney in New York. He called saying he had news about my son. Now don't worry because Shane is fine and well, that was my first thought. But it turned out I was wrong, that wasn't the son he was talking about. Apparently I have a son, I never knew about for 14 years, he has lived in New York with his mother and now it seems that he has come into my custody" Vince said looking at the floor. "Its been a long day, so let me double check this, your standing there telling me, you have a 14 year old son, in New York. Who will be coming here?" Linda asked "Yeah it looks that way" he said. "Vince tell me you're joking, right? I mean this is crazy. I can't believe this; I can't believe you would do this" "I never meant for something like this to happen, I mean his mother was killed in an accident and now it seems that as his father I have to see that he gets raised right" "Have you thought about us, the ones who have always been here for you through good times and through bad, have you thought about who we might feel about this, you know what I don't want to talk about this anymore, go away. The guest room, the couch, I do not care just get away from me" "Lin listen to me" he pleaded. "I'm tired of listening to all your bull, now please get away." she said turning her back to him. "All right" he said turning and walking out. "I'm sorry," he sighed "I truly am" She stood leaning against the door "I know you are Mac, I know you are" she cried to herself.