Coming Home

(Authors Note: I don't own anyone or anything (and never will) except for Sadie and Cadence. And this story is rated M for drug use and language.)

Summary- The youngest daughter of Vince and Linda McMahon is the party girl darling of the LA club scene, but when an accident causes her to come to terms with her lifestyle and her past, how will she react and deal with her new situation?

Chapter One: LA's Favorite Bad Ass Chick

Sadie pulled herself onto one of Area's satin covered banquette tables and began to semi-sway with the rhythms of the Mickey Avalon song currently pounding out of the speakers. Her red stiletto heels made ragged rips in the neat black fabric as she and Cadence took turns passing the bottle of Grey Goose in between them.

Fresh off of having just done a few lines with some guy who claimed to be the hottest new director in Hollywood and his girlfriend who swore she was Lilly Allen's cousin, the twosome now needed to dance off their excess energy and the new banquette tables seemed like the perfect place to do it. Jake, the VIP room bouncer was keeping the paparazzi at bay and away from the girls by shoo'ing them towards a glassy eyed Sienna Miller who was bawling about her latest rejection to anyone who would listen.

As Mickey Avalon ended, a re-mixed Kanye West song came on. A clearly irritated Cadence (who hated any Kanye West song since he broke her heart a few years back) jumped down from the table.

"Fuck this Dee, I'm going to see who's carrying in the bathroom and grab us a bottle of something else. I'm bored with vodka" she slurred as she weaved around the drunk and high club goers.

Sadie watched Cadence stumble her way towards the bathroom, and then turned her attention to the dance floor. She pulled out a compact and applied some deep red lip gloss, checked her face for any tell tail signs of the coke she had just done, then waltzed down to the dance floor to give the photogs what they had been chasing all night.

A picture of Sadie "Dee" Mac was one of the hottest shots in Hollywood these days. Ignoring the fact that her hugely dilated pupils would be a tell tail sign that she was high, she shimmied down the stairs in her black mini dress, red stilettos, and flipped her jet black bob behind her ears, preparing herself for the hordes of flashes and screams of "Dee!!!"

As the flashes went off the paparitzi shot questions out at her

"Dee! Who's the lucky guy these days?"

"Dee! Where's Cadence?"

"Dee, Who are you wearing tonight?

"Dee, What are the big plans for your birthday? 25 is coming up!!"

Sadie smiled and posed, she was used to this; it was old hat to her. She answered the questions with her usual Grace Kelly/Marilyn Monroe "old school Hollywood" grace and charm. That's what she loved about LA. Give a smile and a pose, that sweet demeanor, and no one would ever know how fucked up you actually were.

"Hey Dee, what are you messed up on tonight?"

Sadie whipped around to glare at the offender who dared to state what no one else would - Tucker Roman...of course. The obnoxious celb columnist turned blogger seemed hell bent on screwing up every celb's life and somehow managed to find out who was sleeping with who, who was cheating on their boyfriend/girlfriend, messing up their careers and how many drugs and how much booze they consumed while doing it before anyone else. It was thought that he had spies planted in the most glitzy entourages in Hollywood.

"Sorry Tucker," a glassy eyed Sadie managed to blurt out without sounding all too intoxicated, "I only answer questions from REAL journalists, not wanna-be's writing for their personal obsession sites."

Tucker glared at her as she spun around, her back to him, to face the other reporters who laughed their agreement at Sadie's jab.

"Ahhhh...Fucker Roman, how fabulous to see you've crawled out from that black hole of yours you call a life to try and dig up some new dirt on my best friend. Go screw, Roman and get the hell out of here." Cadence's voice echoed through Aria and Sadie turned to see her perched on the DJ booth, microphone in one hand and a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue in another. Sadie had to laugh, that was Cadence for you.

But Cadence hadn't finished with her fun. "Ladies and Gentleman, do I have a treat for you all tonight. The only and only Miss Amy Winehouse is here tonight to perform her hit "Rehab" with the Sultan of Hip Hop, Jay Z!!! And tonight, for a one night only engagement, they will be joined by the one, the only, LA's favorite bad-ass chick, Dee Mac!!!!

Sadie shook her head, as Amy and Jay Z walked out onto the tiny stage. The Aria spotlight switched from the stage and quickly found its way to her

"Oh no Cay" she said, laughing, "Not tonight!!!"

"Ahhhh, seems our favorite chick needs a little encouragement!" boomed Cadence, as she slithered off the DJ booth and stumbled on stage next to Amy and Jay. Within seconds the entire club, including the two music superstars on stage were drunkenly chanting "Dee" so loud it could be head 4 blocks down

Sadie laughed and shook her head as she headed towards the stage. Jake and another one of the VIP bouncers pulled her up on stage as the music began and she and Amy began to sing along together. As Jay rapped, she and Amy linked arms and shared shot of tequila. Someone from the front of the crowd passed up magnums of Cristal to the three performers and before the song was over, they stopped, shook them up and began spraying them into the crowd. Cadence joined the crew with her own bottle as well.

Drunk, high, and soaked with Champagne that cost more than the average persons monthly rent, the girls made their way off the stage and Cadence glanced at her watch.

"It's 2 in the morning and I'm fucking bored, lets jet and hit up some parties in Malibu or something." Cadence bitched as she stumbled across the dance floor. The two girls made their way to the back doors and began to rifle through her purse for the keys to her BMW. After a few seconds, she became frustrated and dropped the entire contents of her Fendi bag on the ground outside the doors outside the club and half fell to search through the piles. The paparazzi, who had quickly gotten wind that LA's hottest twosome were trying to escape through the back, had run over and the flash bulbs were going off. TMZ's video camera was hovering through, catching the entire situation unfolding.

"Shit Cay, get the fuck up!" hissed Sadie, as Cadence continued to grope around for her keys in the pile of cash, cigarettes, lighters, and other crap. Sadie pulled on her scoop neck sequined tank, trying to force her up.

"Got 'em!" she said, giving a drunken hazy smile to the cameras and holding the keys up victoriously and smiling for the photogs.

"Whatevs, Cay, lets go!" Sadie said, snatching the keys from her friends outstretched fingers and tossing them at the valet.

Two minutes later the valet pulled up with Cadence's 2008 silver BMW. Cadence smiled and tossed a 20 his way, teetering on her 4 1/2 in stilettos towards the drivers seat.

"Uhh, no" Sadie said, pushing her towards the passenger side, "You tanked about a quarter of that bottle of Johnny Blue after the Grey Goose, tequila, god knows how many lines, and then you drank half a bottle of Cris, I'm driving tonight." she stated, sliding into the drivers side and checking out her face in the rear view. Fuck, she thought when she saw her eyes, I hope those paps know what's good for them and Photoshop my pupils. Can't even tell what color they are right now, she said, staring at her reflection, the black pupils taking over.

She quickly shifted the car into drive and took off, tossing a hand out the window to wave to the fans and photogs as they drove away into the early morning.

"I'm starving! I want In and Out!" demanded Cadence, as she dug though her purse. She pulled out a beaded change purse and opened it up to marvel at its contents. A few small baggies of coke and old credit card along with a medicine bottle filled with random pills of different shapes, sizes and colors. They spilled out and onto the floor as Cadence yanked too hard on the top of the bottle. "FUCK!" she yelled loudly into Sadie's ear as she watched them spill onto her seat and onto the floor. Sadie jumped in surprise and the car swirved.

"I'll get those in a minute..." Cadence mumbled, as she extracted a baggie and the credit card from the beaded purse. She opened the bag and dipped the card in and out twice, taking a couple lines for herself. She then dipped in for a third time and held it out to Sadie. "You want?" she asked.

"Whatevs," Sadie said carelessly, tipping her face towards Cadence. Cadence repeated her steps while holding the card for Sadie as she drove.

The twosome continued onto the freeway towards Malibu, with Sadie pulling speeds of 90+. Cadence cranked the radio up as "Holiday", one of her favorite old school Madonna songs came on. She held out her iPhone towards Sadie and began to giggle, "C'mon Dee! Sing into the microphone - bust it out for a sista!"

The two were so high that all comprehension of right and wrong, good and bad, and what they should do flew out the window that night. Sadie laughed and leaned her head over to sing into Cadence's makeshift microphone "If we took a Holiday! Took some time to celebrate! Just one day out of life! It would beeeeeeeee..."

"SADIE LOOK OUT!!!" screamed Cadence

Sadie's head ripped back, facing front once again, where she saw nothing but a guard rail in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, she could only close her eyes as the BMW went airborne...

What a messed up dream... Thought Sadie, her eyes still closed from sleeping. She had been awoken by a constant beeping sound. Fucking Cadence, she thought, she always sleeps through her cell phone.

Sadie's eyes felt heavy and she didn't want to open them. Damn hangovers…she should have taken some Motrin before she went to sleep. It was probably after noon, so she should at least get up and make an appearance somewhere for lunch, Rodeo maybe?

She slowly opened her eyes and what she saw shocked her more than the time she saw Brody Jenner and his crew strolling the streets in drag.

The beeping she heard was not from Cadence's iPhone, but from a heart monitor. A heart monitor that she was currently hooked up to, as she lay in a hospital bed, with a cast on her left arm and...

"OWWW FUCK" she howled in pain as she tried to turn to the side.

"That would be your 4 broken ribs." said a wry voice.

Sadie tiled her head upward to see a nurse standing over hear, looking at the monitor and taking notes on her chart.

"Broken ribs?" Sadie said, confused.

"Yes, they go quite nicely with your dislocated shoulder, broken wrist, head trauma" she said, without a hint of sympathy in her voice.

Before Sadie could begin to yell at this bitch for treating her like crap and ask her how the hell she had gotten these injuries in the first place, someone knocked at the door to her room.

"Ahhh..." said the nurse with a half smirking smile "It seems you have some visitors Miss McMahon."

"What the hell is going on here?!?" yelled Sadie angrily "How did I get here, what the hell happened to me and where is Ca...wait-" Sadie stopped "What did you just call me?"

Everything started to get hazy and her heart began to race.

"Well you are Sadie Lee McMahon, so I called you by your name." the nurse stated tersely, starting to get aggravated.

"How do you know that??? That's not my name! I'm Dee! Dee Mac – do you KNOW who I am?!?!?!" she was trying to scream, but it just came out as a hoarse cry.

The nurse scowled and walked over to open the door, enraging Sadie more that she wasn't answering her.

Just as Sadie was about to start flipping out again, 3 more bodies appeared by her beside.

"Miss Sadie Lee McMahon. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney..."

Oh no...she couldn't breath again...shit shit shit - Sadie's mind was racing at 1000 miles an hour yet everything became hazy once more. She looked up to face two police officers and someone who she was guessing was a judge.

The policemen continued to talk, but Sadie was still in a fog. She touched her good hand to her face; feeling cuts scratches and a few small stitches. She looked down to see her arms covered in bruises and cuts and based on top portion of her body, she could only guess that her legs looked about the same.

"Miss McMahon you are being charged with 2 counts of driving under the influence, 1 count of possession of a class B narcotic, 1 count of possession of a class C narcotic, 1 count of reckless driving, 1 count of speeding, and 1 count of reckless endangerment. How do you plead?" the judge asked her.

Sadie squeezed her eyes shut - maybe it could all just go away…

All of a sudden the room door flew open.

"She's not pleading anything until her lawyer is present." said a brusque voice.

Oh no...all of a sudden Sadie was more scared then when the police officer was reading her Miranda Rights.

She slowly opened her eyes to see the steely eyes of Linda McMahon.

"Mom..." she said softly.