Hunter's large palm slammed down on the desk as his angry hazel eyes bored into those of his eldest daughter. "Sparrow, this is ludicrous. You are staying on the road where I can keep an eye on you." He dictated. Legally he has no power over the 22 year old, but that didn't mean he would step back as she pissed her life down the drain. Hunter is usually a loving playful father who would rather be the good guy than the bad one. Although lately he had tapped into the hot headed character he played on TV just because he didn't know how to deal with his daughter's antics.

"You can't make me." She spat back. Sparrow knew her rights, she knew that her father couldn't do anything if she chose to walk out.

Hunter narrowed his eyes "Believe me, I'll go to court to get custody over you. Do you think I'll lose? Sparrow look at yourself and tell me honestly if you think a judge would allow you to continue on your own?" Hunter questioned his daughter.

The women looked down at herself. Okay, she had some bruises, a broken arm, and if she looked in a mirror she would she the 13 stitches that ran along her hair line. Sparrow bowed her head allowing her long brown hair to fall in her face, she knew she would loose in the situation and she couldn't allow her father to have full control of her life. He had given her an ultimatum; little bit of freedom or none at all. It sent a shiver down her spine to think that her father could have full control of her life again, it wasn't that she didn't love her father, but she needs freedom.

"What's the stipulations?" She asked looking back up at him with the exact same hazel eyes. It was the only physical features she inherited from him, every other physical aspect looked like her mother. Stephanie wasn't her biological mother, but if someone were to ask either Steph or Sparrow they would say that Steph is her mom.

Hunter silently thanked God that she didn't force him to take her to court. His kid had a head on her shoulders, the common sense paired with the book smarts should have made her soar, but that hasn't been happening recently. "You'll manage one of my guys." He told her.

"Wow there pops. That's like baby sitting. Can't I like be in production or something?"

"Those men have had years of training, I'm not going to stick you in there. You go where I tell you to, no if, ands, or buts about it."

Sparrow threw her head back and groaned, she wasn't liking this. "Fine." She grumbled "Whose the lucky guy?" She asked seeing no other solution.

Hunter had gone through quite a few people on the roster trying to find the one who needed a manager the most and would also give Sparrow a dose of reality. "Corey Graves."

"Who?" Sparrow hadn't been watching the WWE. In fact she had been trying to separate herself from the company since she was 20, now it was coming back to bite her in the ass.

"He is one of the younger guys, only been on the roster for a 3 months, but he is expected to get a push. He is going to be taking on a lot being our top heel and you need to keep everything straight for him. Depending on how things go, maybe you can be on TV." Hunter explained. Corey is an okay guy. He is a hard worker who just steps out of line and is misunderstood. The thought process is that maybe they could balance each other out.

"So are you saying I can't kill him because you need him?" She joked as she picked at her nails. Hunter shot her a death glare. "I was kidding. Jesus you get in one little fight and everything you say gets blow out of proportion." She huffed.

"One little fight? Are you kidding? You put a man in the hospital! You should have never been in a fight in the first place!" Hunter yelled. They hadn't really had this discussion about Sparrows latest escapades.

"I told you none of that was suppose to happen! I didn't intentionally put him in a coma! It was a fucking accident! Why don't you believe me?" She yelled back as she stood from her seat.

"Don't curse at me!" Hunter bellowed.

"Then stop acting like I'm a criminal! I'm tired of it!"

"You should be in jail! The man isn't fully functioning!"

"The charges were dropped! It was self defense. Why can't you believe that?"

"Because Sparrow! You know your own strength! You knew exactly what you were doing!"

"The man was hyped on drugs! He came at me! I hit back in self defense and he bashed his head on the concrete when I dropped him! 4 different people vouched for me, I didn't do it on purpose!" Hunter shook his head in utter disappointment. He would have never thought his daughter would be apart of a street fight or end up in jail. It was one of the scariest experiences for him. "You know what, father. You don't have to fucking believe your own flesh and blood. Think of me as a criminal." She growled as she knocked over somethings on his desk before she walked out. She blew past some guy in a leather jack on the way out not paying him any mind.

Hunter scrubbed a hand down his face and hunched forward. He had a massive head ache coming on. He knew that he should be more lenient on her, she has been through a lot and this acting out wasn't for no reason. Fighting is her escape whether it was verbally or physically, he just wished when it was physical it was in a WWE ring and not a dark alleyway.

"Ah, is this a bad time?" Graves questioned from the doorway. Hunter slapped his hand on the desk slightly startled by the man

"No, come in."

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