"But I need a place to stay!" I yelled in to the phone.
It was snowing out, and I was a state a way from my home. I had gone to a WWE show in Chicago and the bus I was supposed to take home got stuck in the snow. Nancy, my mom, was not helping things when I called her.
"It's not my problem, you left and now I have to go get ready for my date." I heard her say with a harsh tone in her voice. "If you really want to stay some where get a hotel, or you can find your real father. The last I heard he was working with the WWE. But I wouldn't be surprised if he was lying about that because he is a lying sack of shit that left me 7 months before you were born. I don't think he will be much help, but you're young and stupid, you can give it a try."
There was a click and then nothing. She had hung up on me. I had little money, almost $30, but not enough for a hotel room. If my real father did work for the WWE, I might be able to get something out of him, but I have never met him. All I know is that his name is Glenn Jacobs.
I picked up my bag and ran threw the blowing snow to the gas station down the block. I needed to make another phone call but the cold was too much. I ran in grabbed a cup of hot coffee and ran out. I didn't know where the WWE people were staying but I knew some one who did.
"Max its me, look I need a big favor."
"Whoa. Jess? What do you need?"
"I'm still in Chicago, do you know where the WWE superstars are staying?"
"You planing to go stalking? Just be careful, I don't want this to get back to me."
He gave me directions and who all was staying where. I thanked him and hung up. The hotel was a mile from where I was. I put on two more hats and a pair of gloves on and headed out into the storm. It took me about 45 minutes to walk there. When I got there I couldn't feel my feet or my hands and my face was stinging from the cold.
"Is Jeff Hardy checked in here?" I asked the bellboy behind the desk.
He checked the computer. "Yes he is miss. Would you like for me to call him for you?"
"Yes, can you tell him that one of his biggest fans is in the lobby and would like to take his picture and ask him a question."
I was very lucky that the bellboy did what I asked. I was even luckier when I turned around to see Jeff Hardy walk out of the elevator.
"You're my biggest fan?" he asked with a smile.
We took a few pictures then I thanked him as he started for the elevator.
"Wait! I forgot the real reason I came over here. I wanted to know if you would by chance know my father?"
I think he was a little scared when I asked but he came back any way.
"Who is your father?"
"All I know is that his name is Glenn Jacobs and that he probably works for the WWE."
"Glenn Jacobs, hold on let me make a call."
He went to the front desk and used the phone. Once and a while he would look my direction and say something like "she says she is," or "she's tall with brown hair". After a while he walked over and pulled my arm. "You want to meet Glenn Jacobs? I can arrange that."
We went to the third floor. As we walked down the hall we passed Matt Hardy and Christan talking in the hall. I waved, but I was too wet and tired to care if they waved back. We stopped at a door and Jeff knocked. The door opened to reveal a big man that I only knew as Kane. He was wearing his mask and what looked to be his pajamas.
"I'll take two pictures and no more," he said from behind the mask.
It hit me that they didn't believe me that I was looking for my father and not a picture and an autograph.
"Are you Glenn Jacobs?" I asked quietly. Kane looks scarier when he is standing right in front of you.
There was a long silence. Kane looked at Jeff, then back at me.
"I'm Jessica Trumann, daughter of Nancy Trumann. She told me that you are my father."
It was snowing out, and I was a state a way from my home. I had gone to a WWE show in Chicago and the bus I was supposed to take home got stuck in the snow. Nancy, my mom, was not helping things when I called her.
"It's not my problem, you left and now I have to go get ready for my date." I heard her say with a harsh tone in her voice. "If you really want to stay some where get a hotel, or you can find your real father. The last I heard he was working with the WWE. But I wouldn't be surprised if he was lying about that because he is a lying sack of shit that left me 7 months before you were born. I don't think he will be much help, but you're young and stupid, you can give it a try."
There was a click and then nothing. She had hung up on me. I had little money, almost $30, but not enough for a hotel room. If my real father did work for the WWE, I might be able to get something out of him, but I have never met him. All I know is that his name is Glenn Jacobs.
I picked up my bag and ran threw the blowing snow to the gas station down the block. I needed to make another phone call but the cold was too much. I ran in grabbed a cup of hot coffee and ran out. I didn't know where the WWE people were staying but I knew some one who did.
"Max its me, look I need a big favor."
"Whoa. Jess? What do you need?"
"I'm still in Chicago, do you know where the WWE superstars are staying?"
"You planing to go stalking? Just be careful, I don't want this to get back to me."
He gave me directions and who all was staying where. I thanked him and hung up. The hotel was a mile from where I was. I put on two more hats and a pair of gloves on and headed out into the storm. It took me about 45 minutes to walk there. When I got there I couldn't feel my feet or my hands and my face was stinging from the cold.
"Is Jeff Hardy checked in here?" I asked the bellboy behind the desk.
He checked the computer. "Yes he is miss. Would you like for me to call him for you?"
"Yes, can you tell him that one of his biggest fans is in the lobby and would like to take his picture and ask him a question."
I was very lucky that the bellboy did what I asked. I was even luckier when I turned around to see Jeff Hardy walk out of the elevator.
"You're my biggest fan?" he asked with a smile.
We took a few pictures then I thanked him as he started for the elevator.
"Wait! I forgot the real reason I came over here. I wanted to know if you would by chance know my father?"
I think he was a little scared when I asked but he came back any way.
"Who is your father?"
"All I know is that his name is Glenn Jacobs and that he probably works for the WWE."
"Glenn Jacobs, hold on let me make a call."
He went to the front desk and used the phone. Once and a while he would look my direction and say something like "she says she is," or "she's tall with brown hair". After a while he walked over and pulled my arm. "You want to meet Glenn Jacobs? I can arrange that."
We went to the third floor. As we walked down the hall we passed Matt Hardy and Christan talking in the hall. I waved, but I was too wet and tired to care if they waved back. We stopped at a door and Jeff knocked. The door opened to reveal a big man that I only knew as Kane. He was wearing his mask and what looked to be his pajamas.
"I'll take two pictures and no more," he said from behind the mask.
It hit me that they didn't believe me that I was looking for my father and not a picture and an autograph.
"Are you Glenn Jacobs?" I asked quietly. Kane looks scarier when he is standing right in front of you.
There was a long silence. Kane looked at Jeff, then back at me.
"I'm Jessica Trumann, daughter of Nancy Trumann. She told me that you are my father."