A/N: After watching MITB, I got an idea for another story.

STORY NOTE: 18 and college bound, Alexandra is the only daughter of Stone Cold Steve Austin. The summer before heading off to college, she jumps on a WWE bus to travel the country with her dad. The trip soon turns sour as the WWE's rising star, CM Punk, meets the opinionated Alexandra…

PROLOGUE

The lightening crackled outside, lighting up the hotel room. The TV had gone out some few minutes before, leaving me to shiver under the sheets with nothing for company but the storm that was raging outside.

Lightening cackled again. I couldn't take it anymore. I fell out the bed and dashed for the bathroom. I slammed the door, hit the lock, and slid into the bathtub.

I hate thunderstorms.

For as long as I can remember, they scared me. Whenever daddy was home, I would run around the house looking for him. When I found him, I crawled into his lap and buried my tiny face into his massive chest.

Daddy would smile and put his arms around my tiny body, telling me everything would be all right soon enough. He would tell me funny stories and before I knew it, I was laughing, forgetting about the thunderstorm.

The floor moved below me and the walls rumbled. I sat in the tub, hugging my knees tighter, praying to God that it would stop soon.

It seems lately that I've been praying a lot to God.

I turned on the water to try and drown out the noise. I stepped out the tub to let the water turn warm. I flinched when I turned my neck.

I don't recognize the girl in the mirror. Her eyes are smaller, her face is blotchier, and her hair is mousy at best.

I tenderly touched the back of my neck. The lump was still there. A medic told me I had a nasty bruise on the back of my neck.

Who knew a bruise could form so fast in only a few hours?

I bit my lip to stop it from quivering.

They told me he had a temper, a nasty one. Everyone did. A few even went so far to relate personal experiences with me. But did I listen? No.

I stepped into the tub and sat down. I left the water running and I felt my body relax in the hot water.

When my skin started to prune, I turned the water off and stepped out the tub. I dried myself off with the fluffiest towel I could find. I wrapped myself in the plush robe that hung on the door.

A rush of cold air hit me like a wall when I opened the door. The mirror was foggy, hiding that hideous girl that was staring back at me an hour ago.

The noise was gone. I didn't dare open the curtains.

No one knew I was here. That's why I picked this hotel. To hide.

I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over me.

I bolted out of bed.

There was a knock at the door.

I couldn't breathe. There was no way he knew I was here…

He knocked again.

Quickly and quietly, I make the bed. Silently, I turn out the lamp.

As I crawl under the bed, the door opens.

Dear God, please don't let him find me.