My Father's World

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"No, no. It can't be." Cyrstal Sullivan said, looking at the doctor's grim face, standing in his surgical scrubs before her.

"I'm deeply sorry Miss Sullivan. Your mother died on the table, we couldn't save her." Crystal felt as if the walls were closing in around her. She ran. She ran like she'd never run before. Down the street, around the corner, pass a small kid on his skateboard and a mother pushing a stroller. Passed the Dairy Queen on the corner, up the driveway of a skyblue house, inside, up the stairs, into her room and slamming the door with a loud thud! Throwing herself on her bed and crying. Crying till there were no tears left.

-Crystal's POV-

The sound of a door opening.

"Hey Bitch, what ya crying 'bout now? Where's your mum?" it was Jimmy, my stepfather. My mom had told me that my real father had no idea that I existed and she'd tell me who he was when I was 16. Well I'm 14, and Momma's dead. I couldn't stay with him, I wouldn't stay with him. He hated me, but that was nothing to my hate for him. He never called me by name. It was always 'Hey bitch' or 'What ya doing slut?'.

"Shut up Jimmy," I said. I would not put up with anymore of his shit. Never again. Ever.

"What did ya just say to me bitch? Watch your mouth or I'll convine your mum to put ya in Military School.

"No Jimmy, you won't! Momma's not coming home you self centered prick! Momma's dead. We were caught in a freaken driveby, momma was hit! I tried to call you but you wouldn't pick up your DAMN PHONE!" I ran out of the room and into Momma's, locking the door. It was time to find out who my father was.

I walked to the desk and tried to open it. It was locked, of course. It was lucky I wasn't the best behaved kid in Sweetwater, Vermont. I tried a little something I learned from a friend of mine. I pulled a paper clip out of my pocket and started fiddling with the lock. Ten minutes of tweeking the lock and ignoring the yelling, pounding, threats, and swearing from the other side of the door, the desk was open before me. Inside, there was a small shoebox and I knew it was what I was looking for. I pulled it out and opened it. On the top was a letter with my name on it. So I picked it up, and opened it. It was typed neatly on my mother's best stationary.

Crystal,

If you are reading this, I have died before your 16th birthday and A) Jimmy has given you this box, or B) you broke into the desk because Jimmy was being an ass and you want to leave. Somehow, I am inclined to believe that choice B is the correct one. :) I'm so sorry baby, I never should have married the jackass. He's been nothing but horrible to you since the day we were married.

I found it so funny that you became such a devoted wrestling fan when you were three years old but not for the reason that I had said. As you know, I grew up in San Antonio, Texas. I lived next to a wonderful man that I fell in love with in High School. We'd planned on getting married. But, it wasn't meant to be. He was a wrestler, you see. He'd signed with the Texas Allstar Wrestling Promotion, and from then I knew we hadn't a chance so I left.

But then I had you, my beautiful baby girl, and I was afraid. I was afraid that he would reject you, or me. I loved him, I still do. Then I married Jimmy and I was afraid that you'd leave. So I wanted to wait. I wonder, from all you know, if you've guessed. Your father, funnily enough, is the man you've idolize since you were three years old. Shawn Hickenbottom, or as you know him, Shawn Michaels. I hope, my baby girl, that you will not hold it against me and that you will be happy with him if you decide to run. In this box, is all the proof that he'll need and a letter explaining everything. Remember baby girl, I'm always watching.

Love,

Momma

I was floored. Shawn Michaels. THE Shawn Michaels. The Heartbreak Kid, HBK, The Showstoppa, The Headliner, The Icon, The Sexy Boy, The Boy Toy, the man that I had idolized since the first wrestling match that'd ever seen 11 years ago. THE Shawn Michaels was MY father? MY father? I placed Momma's letter back in the box and place the lid back on. Then I locked the desk, unlocked the door, and sprinted back to my room, once again, locking the door. I'd be damned if I let Jimmy use me as his human punching bag again. I was leaving, that was obvious from the beginning. But I was afraid of what Shawn, my father would say. I knew he was married and had 2 kids already. Would he like me? Accept me? Turn me away? But even living on the streets was better that where I was now.

"OPEN THIS DOOR LITTLE BITCH!" came a yell from the other side of the door. Yeah right.

I pulled two suitcases from the closet and started to pack. My RKO, Rey Mysterio, ChainGang, Eddie Tribute, Batista, Triple H, Undertaker, HBK (of course), Matt Hardy, RVD, DX, and Mr. Kennedy t-shirts, all of my hoodies, my Booyaka jersey, DX hat, all of my sweatpants, jeans, shorts, CDs, posters, every bit of WWE merch including the numerous action figures, CD player, portable DVD player, my favorate DVD's, books, my diary, scrapbook, picture of Momma, laptop (13th birthday present from my best friend in the entire world), cell phone, and finally, Momma's box. All in all, 2 suitcases and a backback. Now I just had to wait till nightfall and I'd be free of Sweetwater and Jimmy forever. With 2,000 dollars worth of years of birthday money in my pocket and hope in my heart, I'd be free of it all in just two hours. Two hours.

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