Some Secrets Should Be Kept

by Caged Sparkle (Formerly Sparkle Black)

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Disclaimer and authors note are at the end of the chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to Ajepkennedy for motivating me to update when I felt that no one was interested in this story any longer.

I apologize for the lack of update. Now onto Chapter two, finally. . .

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Chapter Two:

beep. beep. Beep. Beep. BEep. BEEp. BEEP! Slam. Crack. Break.

Another alarm clock broken by a sleep deprived Kathleen Levesque - Devereau. She drowsily raised her left arm, glanced at her wristwatch and saw that it was six in the morning. Her head and left arm hit the queen-sized mattress as she groaned in frustration. She threw the white comforter off of her and reluctantly got out of bed. She walked to the master bathroom in an almost sleep walk trance.

She sneered at her reflection upon seeing the severe bed hair; it would have made Einstein look as if he were having a good hair life. Her make-up was smeared and smudged, especially her eye make-up. She had cried herself to sleep last night, no, this morning; she had pulled through the iron clad gates at two this morning.

Instead of removing her make-up or changing out of her grey business suit, she went straight to Jessica's room. She stayed in there for thirty minutes reminiscing before repressing her memories and feelings like an off switch. An off switch that apparently had been short circuited. After leaving Jessica's room she quietly slipped past Jason's bedroom and entered hers. She silently cried for ten, perhaps, fifteen minutes before falling asleep.

Jason had moved out of the master bedroom shortly after Kathleen had found out that she was pregnant with Jessica and had never moved back in from the guest room. He moved out because of the baby and that he had proof that she had, had an affair.

He had known that the child was not his from the moment he had found the empty pregnancy test box. They hadn't had sex, together, for six months before he had found it. She had never told him who it was that she was having an affair with but he had his suspicions. He had named every superstar on both rosters and some employees who worked backstage. He had even gone as far as accusing her of sleeping with Vince. Kathleen shuddered and cringed every time she remembered that accusation.

After an hour of soaking in jasmine bubbles, Kathleen stepped out of the master bath with a black towel wrapped around her body and hair. She walked to the walk in closet and not caring what she looked like today grabbed the first blouse, camisole, and pair of pants she saw. She took her selection and placed it onto the unmade bed as she let the towel drop to the dark blue carpeting. She slipped the outfit on sans the white button up blouse.

With her hair almost dried, she unraveled the towel from her straight light brown hair. She dropped the black towel onto the bed before walking to the bathroom to quickly style her hair. After the shampoo and conditioning of said hair, during the long bath, it flowed straight down her back stopping just below her shoulder blades.

She went to apply her make-up when she noticed that the bruise under her right eye was still slightly visible. She had received the shiner from Jason last weekend for telling him not to yell at Jessica. Jessica had left one of her baby dolls on the floor in the foyer and he had tripped over it. He, then, went upstairs with the doll in hand and Kathleen trailing behind him to Jessica room. Jason proceeded in yelling at the little girl whom was playing with the doll house that her uncle Shane had bought her the previous Christmas. Suffice to say, Jessica started crying which led to him yelling louder at the cowering little girl.

Kathleen had told him to "stop yelling at my daughter". He, then grabbed Kathleen's elbow and physically pulled her out of Jessica's room, into and down the hallway where he proceeded in yelling at her. He had slapped her after she made a wise crack about him not having the right to correct her daughter. Ironically, his wedding band is what had made the bruise.

She placed a generous amount of concealer under both eyes before applying natural colored eye make up and clear lip gloss. Her hair being completely dry by now, she slipped the long sleeved white button up blouse over her blue cottoned camisole. She glanced at her watch before shutting the lights off and walking into the hallway. It was approximately seven forty-five. It did not matter what time zone she was in, her watch was set five minutes fast to prevent her from being late to meetings and other activities.

Brunch with the McMahons started at precisely ten but you were expected to be at least thirty minutes but no more than an hour early, well at least Kathleen was. Every brunch, lunch, dinner, and party that Kathleen had attended, since graduating from Boston University, nine years ago, that was attended by Vince turned business in some form. No activity was exempt not even his daughter's wedding reception, but he did refrain from saying the words "business" or "wrestling" at the ceremony.

Kathleen took a chance and peeked in to Jason's bedroom and found it empty. She sighed in relief before walking downstairs to the kitchen to make a french vanilla cappuccino. After making the cappuccino, she walked to her study to check her mail and browse through wrestling chat rooms and forums to see how the fans where reacting to current storylines and see what the current "rumors" were. She spent about almost two hours entering and exiting various chat rooms before signing off and shutting her computer down.

Seeing that it was nine-thirty by her desk clock, she took her cell phone out and called her mother to check on Jessica. Knowing her mother, Jessica was sitting at the kitchen or dining room table eating pancakes.

"Good morning, Karen Johnston speaking"

"Good morning, mother" Kathleen replied distantly. She and her mother did not have a good relationship from the time Kathleen emancipated herself at sixteen until about a year ago. Kathleen's second step-dad, Jarred Johnston, had recently died of prostate cancer.

Jarred Johnston had been a businessman from Detroit visiting a friend at the country club where her mother coincidentally had been a member of. Her mother claimed that it was love at first sight. Kathleen claimed and still believed that it was greed and lust at first sight. She did not doubt that her mother loved Jarred, she doubted Jarred's love for her mother.

Karen had married Jarred during the summer before Kathleen's Junior year of high school, a mere month after meeting him. Kathleen did not want to move to Detroit for obvious reasons. The number one reason was that she did not want to

leave her two best friends; Marissa Mazzola, and Stephanie McMahon. Marissa, Stephanie and herself had been dubbed Shane's Angel's in their freshmen, and Shane's senior year of high school.

Kathleen had two choices; she could move with her mother to Detroit or move to New Hampshire to live with her father. She chose neither. She emancipated herself against both parents's wishes. She fought her mother and would not have won if Linda McMahon had not spoke up in court in her defense. Linda assured the court and Kathleen's family that if Kathleen had any problem that the McMahon's would aide her.

After all, Kathleen was practically apart of the family to begin with, not to mention that they lived next door to her. The court ruled in Kathleen's favor. She received two of her trust funds; one from her late maternal grandmother and the other from her first step-father who had been, at times, more like a father to her than her biological one. She had also received the house being that it had been apart of her inheritance from her late grandmother.

"Kathleen? What a pleasant surprise. Have you reconsidered my offer of breakfast?"

"No ma'am. I was calling to check on Jess." She heard her mother groan.

"Kathleen Rose Levesque! I am very capable of taking care of Jessica. You need to relax. Nothing will happen to Jessica on my watch. If that bastard is smart he will not even step a toe--"

"Mother, you are the one that needs to relax. I was checking on my daughter. I was wondering if she had fun last night"

"Oh. I'm sorry, dear. I'm all nerves, after I saw your eye and heard what Jess–"

"Mother really, I'm fine. Yes, I overreact sometimes. You of all people should know that, that comes with the territory."

"Yes it does, but you take it to the extreme."

"Mother, I refuse to argue with you this early in the morning. Do me a favor and tell my daughter that I love her. Have a good day."

Click. Kathleen placed the receiver in the crook.

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An hour later, Kathleen parked her Black Cadillac Escalade behind Paul's Hummer in front of the McMahon estate. She unbuckled her seat belt before looking in the rearview mirror to check her make up one last time. She saw a black BMW park behind her.

After getting out of the car, she walked up to Shane who was having problems getting Brandon out of his car seat. Brandon was not reacting very well for being woken up for the second time this morning. He was crying and slinging his arms around, ever so often hitting Shane with his two year old fists.

"Hey, need any help?" She asked smiling.

"I got him, thanks" He replied without looking at her. She stood there counting down the seconds before he asked her to help him but it wasn't Shane that asked for help.

"Kat Kat." The little boy spoke as he recognized her. He reached for her but Shane took the opportunity to pick him up.

"Kat Kat." He said happily.

"Hi, Brandon." She said matching his tone. She gave him her index finger to hold as she asked "Has your daddy been behaving?" Shane glared.

"You're setting a bad example, Kathleen."

"Shane, don't start with me. Can't you take a joke?" She said irritated as she took a step back.

"Want Kat Kat." Brandon said as he reached out his arms in the universal baby language signaling that he wanted to be held.

"Ask your daddy if I can hold you. I think he's mad at me."

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A Sparkle Note

I think I have stated this before but I will state it again, Jason is an OC. A reader was confused to whether he was an OC or Christian Cage, rest assured he is a OC. I would never portray Christian Cage like the way I have or will portray the OC.

If there are typos, grammar mistakes, or mistakes in general, let me know. This chapter has not been beta'd. My beta is having some issues with her computer and life in general, so this story will no longer be beta'd.

Thank you to everyone that has reviewed or have placed this story on their favorites or alerts.

My Disclaimers:

I do not own the WWE, WWE superstars/characters, trademarks, copyrights, or any other right. I am not associated with the WWE, WWE Films, Titan, OVW, Deep South, NWA, TNA, ECW, or any other company that the WWE, the McMahons, or any of the employees that are.

I only own the Original Character Kathleen, Jason Devereau, Kathleen's mother, and Kathleen's stepfathers (s). The original character Jessica is partly owned by Kentuckygirl4039 and me; I've tweaked the little girl's personality a little bit.

This story is purely fiction, as if you didn't already know that, as are the original characters. Any resemblances from original characters to real people are purely coincidental unless other wise stated. Kathleen's eyes and nose for example are not coincidental to Triple H's. Kathleen has hazel eyes and a slender feminine version of Triple H's.

No copyright or trademark infringement is or was intended.