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I was dropped off…I was dropped off like a baby in a basket, but minus the basket and more along the lines of that I'm seventeen years old turning eighteen in about a month. So there I was, dropped off by my aunt and uncle because they wanted me to know my real father…Adam his name is, Adam Copeland. So my real name is Kerri Copeland, but since I can never think of myself that way my name is Kerri Livingston, and my father is a wrestler. My God I don't know how I am going to deal with being around guys who have more muscles then they should, or even what I am going to do when I first look at the man in person. I heard he's tall…like 6ft 2 tall.

This is my life now…I'm lost behind stage of an arena with my duffle in hand and a note from my aunt. I heard they were sweetheart lovers my parents, well that's what my mother told me, and knowing her it was a lie and I was born out of a one night stand, but on the other hand I loved listing to the stories she would tell me about the two. My favorite was how they met…when they were younger and she wanted him to be her husband when they got older. So why am I not with my mother now? Well my mother had cancer…breast cancer actually.

I was ten when she died and then I was shipped off to my aunts and uncle's casa. I mean that's when the little to no talking started. I'm not mute or anything, it's just after my mother died I don't know what to say. I usually put my feelings in drawings.

Now after seven years and three tries of getting my life back in somewhat order here I am, standing in a huge arena looking up with bug eyes at the sign that read SMACKDOWN. My father was in this building… my actual father. The one whose sperm penetrated my mothers egg and made me, Kerri Livingston.

Someone taps my on the shoulder, and when I turn around a guy is right behind me. His short blond hair was spiked, and I could tell he needed a nice shave for once. He kind of looked like a huge monkey actually, like the ones on Planet of the Apes. His large blond brow quirked in this upper shape when he looked down at me, looking at me with this weird expression as if he knew me. I guess he thought I looked like my father or something, and believe me I've been told that a lot.

Large Blond Guy: You lost sweetie?

Me: …

The guy looked at me with a weird look, his eyes staring down at my hands to see what was there. I nod a bit handing him the note. The large man takes it from my hands and reads it carefully, his eyes going wide with every word that he engulfed. At the end he looked back at me with a new air to me.

Large Blond Guy: So, your Christi and Adam's kid huh? Well nice to meet you I'm Jay, your father's best friend.

Me: Kerri…

Large Blond Guy: How old are you?

Me: Seventeen.

I only answer the questions I have to. Otherwise then that I have no need to really speak that much. I was never a big talker anyway; I mean I only ever talked to my mother and my best friend Hector. Jay nods his head and tells me to walk with him, and like a small puppy I do. He brings me to this room where lockers were lining the walls and there he was: my father, my beloved father.

Large Blond Man: Yo, Adam you remember Christi?

Father: From back at home? Yeah why?

Jay moved from in front of me, showing me off like the little prize he found. I don't know what to do right now as I stare into his light green eyes with my light blue (from my mothers side) and we stare at each other with this dumbfound look that I don't even know what happened. All I knew was there he was…after seventeen years of hearing about him from my mother this is what it call came down to; Daughter Father moment. I mean don't get me wrong I wasn't expecting a father daughter dance or something like that.

Father: I see a girl Jay, what about her?

Large Blond Man: Read the note man.

My father looked down at the piece of paper in my hand and gave his friend a quizzical look. Yeah, I know that look…I use it all the time when I don't know what's going on or how to handle things, which I'm going to take a guess he doesn't even know.

Father: Is this a joke?

He looks at me as I press my lips together to form a straight line on my mouth. The large blond man stares me down, and presses a hand on my shoulder. No Mr. Copeland this is not a joke. I am your daughter and you are my father you're going to have to get used to it.

Father: You are Christi's daughter you're my daughter?

Me: …

I don't say a word but I nod, then for some strange reason I take the picture out from my wallet and show him. A picture of me and my mother when I was younger. He took the picture and stared at it, studding it like I was the only thing in the existence of the world that now connected him to my mother.

Father: You look like me a bit…but you got all your mothers features.

Yeah, I've been told the same thing from many people, but I hear that I look like him the most. When I look at pictures of him and then pictures of me…we have the same smile…I don't have my mother smile, and I guess that's for a reason. My father stared at me then raised his hand to grab mine.

Father: Nice to meet you I guess after all these years.

Me: Yeah, finally.

I huff a bit before Jay comes over to me and pressing a hand over mine. I look up, our eyes linking for the real first time and I know that he wants to apologize for the way my father was acting. Actually I don't blame him really. I mean after all these years he finds out he has a daughter, how would you react to that?

Large Blond Man: I'll take her around Adam?

Father: Yeah, just bring her back later I guess.

Me: …

Jay grabbed me by the shoulders, shuffling out of the room with me by his side. Where was he going to bring me? Should I swallow my pride and ask about him more, now that I met my pretty much uncle I guess? My eyes wonder as he speaks to me and I look up and nod sometimes. What else does he want me to do? That's where he brings me out into the open space. The stadium is empty but wit the few stage hands around the area. This was amazing. I turned around for a moment to see Jay talking to two men who looked like they've been through hell and back: one of the guys looked like he broke his hand, with long black hair, and the other looks like he just got out of an artist's room.

Both men stare at me then back at Jay. The black haired one chuckles and waves his broken arm around and then laughs by the sight of me. What the hell do I do now? Jay motions for me to go over and I follow. By the time I get there all three men were staring at me.

Jay: Kerri, this is Matt and Jeff Hardy, they are going to take you around since I have to get ready for a match.

Me: … Nice to meet you.

Both men seem nice, and I mean I get to hang around with a cutie for once. Oh man what Hector would do if he could see this right now! He loves wrestling, so this would be a wet dream for him. I watch as Jay leaves and I'm stuck here with the brothers. It was then when they ask me about my father.

Me: …

I don't say a word, I just hand them the note and they read it just like everyone else. It was like I didn't need to speak, the note was my voice…funny thing was I didn't even know what the note said…Damn this is going to be my life now.