Title: Behind Closed Doors The Sequel
Summary: A sequel to Behind Closed Doors. Sasha, Bayley, Charlotte, and Becky adjust to life with their new family.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize.
A/N: Cowritten by me and FlairNBoss because she's amazing and has been so helpful in coming up with the plot and story ideas for this story!
"Hey babe, are you finding a movie? The popcorn is almost ready!"
Randy paused in his quest for a movie, stopping on the news as a picture of four young girls popped up on tv. Frowning, Randy unmuted the TV, listening as the broadcasters explained the story.
"Late yesterday evening, Stephanie and Hunter McMahon were charged with multiple counts of aggravated child abuse pertaining to their four daughters. Stephanie and Hunter are the current COOs of the world famous WWE, world wrestling entertainment company. Their daughters, ranging in age from 7 to 12, were taken into DCS custody after one of the girls reportedly confided in a school counselor about the alleged abuse…."
"Hey, Lex? Have you heard about this?"
Alexa walked into the living room carrying a full bowl of popcorn and a couple of waters, sitting down on the couch next to her husband of almost seven years, Randy Orton.
"Heard about what?" she asked, looking to see what Randy was talking about.
"A spokesperson for DCS commented that currently, their main concern is for the girls and their safety. The statement, given earlier, reads "These girls are scared and deeply traumatized by the events that have gone on inside their childhood home. We are asking for utmost privacy and respect for these girls during this time. Our main mission right now is to find a home that will take all four of them together, as we do not want to separate them."
"That's awful," whispered Alexa, sighing as the news changed to another topic. Randy nodded, leaning back on the couch.
"Geezus, I used to watch that stuff when I was a kid. Apparently the owners of the place didn't realize that it was all fake," commented Randy, Alexa slapping his arm.
"Randy! That is not even remotely funny! Those girls no longer have a home or a family!" replied Alexa, rolling her eyes at her husband's sick sense of humor.
"Man, I've heard about them. I've watched a few things here and there. The McMahons used to boast about how they could run a successful company and raise four girls…..guess now we know how they were doing it," he said, a somber look on his face as he thought about what it must have been like for the girls.
"You know, we have that foster care license," said Alexa, her mind still focused on the details of what they had just heard on the news. "We could take them," said Alexa, Randy giving his wife a look that told her she was going nuts.
"I'm sorry, what? How did we get here from there?" asked Randy, eyeing Alexa carefully as she explained.
"What? We have the space, Randy. We have a house with 5 bedroom and only two adults living here. We've been trying for years to have a baby, only to come up short every time. We got that foster license in hopes of helping kids like those girls. They need a home, Randy. They need a home and they need to be together. What's stopping it from being our home?"
Randy continued to look at Alexa, love and adoration for his wife evident as he listened to her speak. She had always had a heart of gold. It's what he fell in love with. She had so much compassion and empathy for others, and she had the patience of a saint. It's what made her such a great teacher to the kids in her first grade classroom.
"You're serious?" asked Randy, Alexa looking at her husband and smiling.
"Dead serious. Let's look into it. Let's find those girls and see if maybe we can be the home they need?" said Alexa, Randy nodding carefully.
"You know that there's four of them, correct? And, if the news is accurate, which it almost never is, then these girls are probably going to need a whole lot of everything," said Randy, not completely opposed to the idea, but wanting to make sure Alexa as well as himself, knew what they were getting into if they attempted this.
"Like love, kindness, a happy home, two people who love them and want to help raise them….did I miss anything?" she asked, smiling as Randy leaned in for a kiss.
"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, Alexa laughing as she returned the kiss.
"Not as much as I love you," she replied.
"Okay then, let's do this."
John ran a hand through his long dark hair, rubbing at his eyes in exhaustion. It was going on day two of him trying to find a home for the four McMahon girls, and still he had no leads. They were only allowed to keep kids in the building for up to four days before they had to relocate them to a group home until a permanent foster home could be found. That was the last resort for John. He couldn't do that to them. They would absolutely be separated if that became the case.
He needed a solution, and he needed one fast. He had tried every possible foster home in the county that he could find. Every number was a dead end. They couldn't take all four girls. Nobody could at the moment.
The sound of someone stepping through the door snapped John out of his thoughts, looking up from the pile of paperwork on his desk to find Alexandra Wilson, Sasha McMahon's teacher, and one of the adults who had helped to get the girls to disclose the abuse.
"Hey there, Alexandra. How are you?" asked John, the teacher smiling politely.
"I'm good. How are the girls doing?" she asked, walking over towards John. He sighed, glancing back towards the second part of the building which was currently housing the girls.
"The best that they can, I guess," he replied, Alex nodding in understanding. She had been there when Sasha disclosed. She knew the heartbreak the girl had gone through that day and some of what had happened inside their home.
"I came because I think I have a solution to finding the girls a home," explained Alex, John now very interested in the conversation.
"You do?" he asked, Alex nodding.
"An old college colleague of mine called, Alexa Bliss. She teaches first grade over in Ashview, it's about four hours away from here. She lives there with her husband. The two have had a foster care license for a little under a year but haven't had a child placed with them. They heard the news about the girls and when they heard what school they were from...well, Alexa called me and asked if there was any way I could put in a good word for them. She had no idea that I was also Sasha's teacher."
John sat back in his chair, thinking. What a small world it was.
"You think she's a good fit?" he asked, Alex shrugging.
"We don't talk or keep up much, but I know she's an amazing human being, a wonderful person and teacher. I know she and her husband are very happy together and I think that they would make wonderful parents to these girls. I also think that you are running out of options and this might be the last viable one you have," said Alex, John nodding in agreement. She wasn't wrong.
"Okay then. Give me her number. I'll check them out," he said, Alex smiling as she handed him a card with Alexa's number on it.
"I hope it all works out. Those girls deserve something good in their lives," said Alex, John once more nodding.
"Don't I know it," he said, picking up the phone to call Alexa.