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Torrence sat on her bed, reading the latest issue if AMP magazine, something she had started reading recently. Twirling a lock of her long, brunette hair in her index, she sighed and continued to read. Letting her leafy green eyes scan over the issue, she didn't hear the knock on her white door until they became full-blown pounds. Rolling her eyes, Torrence leaned over and turned down 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie that was playing on her Sony radio, not really thrilled about being interrupted.
"What?!" She answered irritably. Her mother's somewhat irritated voice was her reply.
She figured it was something important but really didn't care."Torrence Jana- Lynn Calaway, I know you heard me the first time." She rolled her eyes at her voice. "Well sorry! I'm trying to get a muse!" She responded loudly, despite the music being turned down. She could hear her mother audibly sigh on the other end of the door. Couldn't she just have a little time to herself?
"You know, if you didn't listen to that trash, maybe you wouldn't be deaf." Sara, her step-mother, said with a hand on her hip. She smirked as her daughter mumbled underneath her breath. "Are you decent, sweetie?" She questioned. Torrence looked down, her outfit was pretty much normal, a pair of soft black pants that flared out at her feet and an off the shoulder black top. She decided to bite her tongue, before answering sweetly.
"Yes, I'm fine." She spoke, and resumed sketching in her notebook.
Sara entered, and watched her beautiful daughter. "You know, you have a real talent." She smiled and decided to stare down her daughter once she looked up. "Was there something you needed?" Sara sighed at her tone of voice, wishing she could sound or even look happy for once. The whole black wardrobe and black bed sheets were starting to annoy her and just hoped that once they were older, they didn't cake on the black eyshadow or hair dye.
"Are you coming down? Your father's going to be here any minute. We'd really appreciate it if you'd be considerate and show up." Her mother spoke gently, knowing that Torrence and Melissa's father was a sensitive subject. Torrence tensed softly. Before she had the chance to respond, her look-a-like walked into the room, and non-surprisingly wearing the same clothing, accept she had on a long sleeved black top that revealed a small portion of her smooth stomach.
Sara turned to stare at Melissa. "Are you going to give me the evil eye too?" She questioned as Melissa shrugged and took a seat on her own bed, which was across from Torrence.
"Well, this is just fabulous. Are you both not coming down? Did I honestly plan this whole thing for nothing?" The twins dreaded what their mother was going to say.
"Do you honestly not care for you father?"
"Mom, we get it. We're coming down!" Melissa said, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, some of it falling loose from her braid. Sara looked down and brushed back her long blonde hair.
"Good to know. I'll see you girls in a few." And with that, their mother left, without closing the door. Melissa rolled her eyes, and began filing her midnight blue nails. Torrence tossed her sketchbook aside and looked up at her indentical sister. This was getting a little to much for her to be honest, and she didn't know if her sister felt the same way.
"What are we gonna do?" She asked, her curly thick lashes glittering. Melissa looked up at her, and let out a breath and put down her filer. "Like I know." She grumbled off, and leaned over her bed to grab the AMP magazine. Torrence scowled in response. "Hey, thanks for your help! I really appreciate it." With that, she snatched her magazine back. Melissa glared back at her sister.
It didn't help when they looked exactly alike. They both had very long, wavy brunette hair, hazel green eyes and light to average skin a light dusting of freckles across their cheeks. The same full lips and decent build for their age but were pretty much slim. They got their looks from their father, and their build from their birth mother.
However, Sara was always there for them. Even when she appeared on WWF television during that angle involving Diamond Dallas Page, she was always there, which is why both Torrence and Melissa called her mom and considered her one. Unlike Sara, their father Mark Calaway was hardly ever there. He made sporadic and usually short appearances, not taking into any consideration what it did to them.
Torrence was the first one to break the glare. She stood up and marched over to her huge closet, beginning to pull clothes down, and her sister shook her head in response. Melissa stood up and walked over as well, taking the clothes Torrence knocked down and began putting them back up. Once the first twin noticed what she was doing, she turned to stare at Melissa.
She sighed. "Look Torrence, I know you miss daddy and I know you're not happy with him right now, but so do I. We feel the same problems and deal with the same issues. Daddy has kept both of us pushed over and I know it doesn't feel good." Torrence stopped and listened.
"But he's actually putting off time from work to see us. It's 2002 and our dad is finally coming to see us. You have to admit you want to, even if it's just for a month." Melissa spoke, this time re-arranging the clothes to find something to wear. Torrence picked up on what her twin was doing and they both decided to screw getting dressed up. It was their father for pete's sake!
"I know but I'm just tired of all the lies. Tired of dad promising us he'd see us, I'm getting sick of him and mom's arguments! I mean, remember when he had that affair with Serenity?" Torrence said incredulously, eyes widening for emphasis.
"I like Serenity..." Melissa pouted, knowing that it was wrong but she had grown to adore the young woman her dad had been so fond of. And who could blame him? She was beautiful and was actually very kind to them. Her thoughts were interrupted by her twin poking her in the chest.
"That's not the point. I want a father who's going to be there for us and he's going to love us, and make sure his arms will shield us from danger. I want that feeling back." Torrence stopped, her bottom lip trembling. Melissa must have conjured the same feeling before she sighed heavily.
Before she could break down, Melissa pulled her sister into a tight hug, making sure they would get through this.
"It's okay. Let's just get this over with. It's only one month" Melissa said as both twins smiled at each other. This was going to be a long month but they were going to make sure it happened and went well, if they could.
After about an hour and a half, Sara had everything set out. She had 'Welcome Home' designs plastered all over the kitchen and the food was hot and steamy. Roast beef, dice red potatoes that were seasoned, steamed chicken rice and salad. Letting out a dreary sigh, she made sure her red Jovani dress was decent, before pouring herself a glass of red wine. She then took a seat on the white couch, sipping it softly.
Sara was still sitting on the couch when the door was finally unlocked and it opened. She then smiled.
The Undertaker stepped through the door, his large bags behind him. He stopped for a moment to take in the smell of his home, before he pulled the rest of his belongings inside. After finishing that task, he adjusted his long trench coat and ran a hand back through his short jet black hair, a haircut he had just gotten. Not bothering to take his sun glasses off, he walked further in and smiled.
"Hey honey." Sara said and walked over. Undertaker reciprocated by pulling the blonde into his arms, kissing her cheek softly. "How's it going?" He said and she smiled.
Letting go of his wife after giving her a another kiss, he turned and looked around the huge front room. "Really good honey, I've been striving on without you." Sara chuckled lightly as he shook his head with a snort.
"Did you re model?" His questioning look made her laugh softly and she watched him checking the dining room and the expensive kitchen cabinets. "Mark, of course not. You're just used to those cheap hotel rooms." She turned and walked into the kitchen. As he followed, he immediately took in the smell of roast beef and the other wonderful things she cooked.
"Oh, don't tell me that's what I think I smell?" He said. Sara looked up and smiled, before washing out some of the wine glasses. "You know it. It's your favorite. I would've made the girl's favorite, but I really don't think Strawberry Icecream and Mountain Dew would be a very appropriate dinner." They both laughed.
"That's right. I completely forgot they loved Icecream, Strawberry no less... Mark trailed off, his smile faltering. How could we not have known? Forgotten no less! Damn him.
Sara sensed his uneasiness and gave his arm a firm squeeze. He looked into her brown eyes and smiled slightly, hurting on the inside. "It'll all be fine, Mark. Trust me. The girls have been missing you for a long time. Even if there's some hostility, they should remember they love their father."
"Yeah, but I wonder how much hostility there IS." He put emphasis on the word is, and sighed before rubbing his goatee. Sara couldn't say much more. She began to wash out more glasses when she finally noticed his attire. Black button up with stone wash jeans and his usual cold weather garb, a long, black trench coat. Was she really the only one who dressed up for this? She didn't want to get into it.
"Torrence Jana-Lynn and Melissa Veda-Anne Calaway! Are you done yet?" Sara called down the long stairway to the basement, not expecting a response, really. Her suspicions were confirmed when she didn't get one. Raising one brow, Sara thought about going down there, but squashed that thought. Deciding they were getting ready, she turned back to taking out the dinner. Mark sat at one of the counter tables, leaning on his left elbow.
"So, do they hate me?" Mark's question threw Sara for a loop as he scooped some rice onto a plate and chewed on a piece of meat. She stopped and looked over at him with rather large eyes. "You can't be serious?" He shook his head. "No, I'm dead serious. Do they hate me or not? It's a simple question."
"Look Mark, I think that's a question you should ask them. " And with that, she was back to fixing the food. He did nothing but grunt in response, adjusting his sunglasses. When he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, he turned to see whom it was. And his emerald eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Torrence and Melissa stood at the feet of the basement stairs. If it wasn't for the hair and all black attire, it was would difficult to tell them apart. Sara looked incredulous. She really was the only one to dress up.
"Hey girls. About time you two got down here." Sara greeted with a cheeky smile, and they returned it, dimples showing in both their cheeks. Mark could then see the resemblance between the twins and himself. He cleared his throat, and stood to his full height. The twins watched as Mark smiled halfly and opened his large arms. With that, they both stepped forward and accepted his embrace.
"Hey baby girls." Mark said softly, as he embraced them like his life depended on it. Melissa and Torrence returned the hug, feeling a bit suffocated. "Hey daddy." Both twins responded once their monstrous dad pulled away. He gave them a hearty smile and brushed Torrence's bun. She moved his hand away with a light glare and walked over towards the food.
"So, you two have grown." He couldn't help but see how much they developed; between their bodies and height. They were midgets compared to their father. They were only fourteen, maybe they would grow in a year.
"Eww, dad." Torrence complained. "What? It's a compliment" He tried to defend himself, but all three ended up laughing together. Melissa laughed, and with a little glare from her twin, both girls sat down at the counter next to Mark. Sara couldn't hide her inner glee and laughed softly. Mark rose a brow at her. Melissa began eating some potatoes as Torrence decided to start on salad first with sweet honey dressing.
"So daddy," Torrence began, adjusting her seat. "Yeah babygirl?" He accepted the red wine Sara handed to him and turned his full attention to his daughters. "How long are you planning on staying?" Mark heard her and thought. "I was considering a month or two. I mean, with you girls getting home schooled, we should be able to spend more time together." Melissa sighed sadly, knowing he couldn't mean what he was saying.
"Are you planning on breaking a record? Or is this another lie?" Torrence responded sharply, obviously not taking her twin's advice. Sara set down her dishes and watched the scene. Melissa turned as well, hoping it wouldn't get much worse. Mark, however, looked sincerely down at his twin daughter, knowing it was Torrence due to the way she wore her hair. He looked down, ashamed.
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Mark replied. "Actually, yes." It was Melissa who had spoke up, and both twins glared at their father. "I've missed your girls. You don't know how much this eats at me, whenever I see you girls and I have to come and visit but then leave an hour or a day later because of work."
"Then why promise when you know you can't keep it?" Asked Melissa and Torrence crossed her arms stubbornly. Mark ran a huge hand back over his hair, and decided to take off his sunglasses so he could see their beautiful eyes.
"Because I don't want to hurt you. It's hard enough for me not being able to see my wife, but it's worse when I can't even see my own damn kids." He explained, and finished off the rest of his wine. Torrence scowled.
"It would be better if you told the truth! Not sitting there for all these years, talking through the phone, constantly making lies! You know you're this close to losing our damn trust!" She responded harshly, a bit too harsh for her to even recognize. Melissa brushed her hair back.
"Torrence Lynn! You will not raise your voice to me." Mark said lowly, not going to take anymore bashing, from his kids no less. "Why? Are you going to leave again?!" As much as her words hurt him, he decided to ignore that statement. He looked away, afraid to see the tears in her eyes.
"Torrence!" Sara said, interrupting. She walked over and stepped between father and daughter, not going to take this any longer. "This is your father and he's taking time off to actually see you. So lose the attitude," Sara pointed a finger at Torrence, who eyed her with large eyes. Then she turned to Melissa, "Or you'll lose all privileges around here! Do we understand?"
Torrence looked away when she felt tears stinging her eyes and Melissa nervously rung her hands together. Mark noticed this and couldn't help but feel guilty. Taking his face into his hands, he went to speak. "Don't do that. Please." But Melissa was the first one to speak.
"You know what? Maybe we'll just leave!" And with those parting words, both twins quickly turned and rushed downstairs into the basement. Sara closed her eyes and decided to take in a deep breath rather than chasing them and yelling. Rings of guilt immediately took ahold on Mark's heart, and he slapped himself in the forehead.
"Damnit!" He stood up, and threw the wine glass. Once it hit the wall, the glass instantly shattered into seven shards and fell to the carpet. Sara watched her husband. "There goes this night."
Mark shot his head up, a deadly look in his eyes. "Thanks for not telling me about this! You know, for once Sara, I wish you could get something right! For once!" He all but shouted, holding his hand up to point a finger at her. Sara huffed out, clearly annoyed as well.
"Well Mark, what do you expect from two daughters who feel like they've lost their father?" Her cold words made a sharp pain go through his chest.
Mark looked down and kicked the ground as Sara walked away from him.