Plan B
I woke up with a straight attitude that next morning. I got in the shower, got dressed in my regular sweat pants and hoodie, brushed my teeth and grabbed my purse for school. I never took my school books with me, I mean who needs them anyways? It's not like I did any of my homework…
I was on my way downstairs when I heard my brother talking to someone in the kitchen. It was definitely a man, who had a very deep yet sexy southern accent that slightly turned me on.
"I tell ya man Vince is going to drive me up the wall about facing you at Summerslam." My brother said. "it's almost like we are his money makers."
"We are. I mean sure The Rock is a great guy, but his little cakehole needs to be plugged before I plug it." The other guy said. "I tell you if Vince doesn't let me shut him up there is going to be some problems."
It was then that I recognized his voice. He was my idol…my favorite wrestler besides my brother…The Undertaker. My heart began to pound as nervousness set in.
"Anyways, how are things with your little sister?" he then asked.
I nearly gasped when he asked about me. I couldn't believe he actually wanted to know how things were with me.
"Not good man. She is a piece of work I'm telling you." My brother said. "I wish she would hurry her ass up before she's late for school, SERENA!"
I looked at my watch and then sighed. Grudgingly I finished walking down the stairs and made my appearance in the kitchen. I didn't look in the Undertaker's direction not wanting to over excite myself. Steve was standing by the sink with his arms folded over his chest.
"Steve…don't scream…" I said through gritted teeth.
He sighed, "Well if you would learn to come down here at a decent time I wouldn't have to."
I rolled my eyes and came face to face with The Undertaker who was leaning against the refrigerator. He was much bigger in person, with long flowing black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes were emerald green and lit a fire in me that I didn't know existed. He smiled at me as I looked into his eyes.
"Hey there…" he said.
I looked at Steve and then back at him, "W-what are you doing here…"
He laughed, "Well me and your brother have been friends for quite some time Serena and I hear you're a big fan of mine."
I nodded, "Oh I am…actually I'm having a hard time believing you are really in this kitchen."
He shook his head, "You hear that Steve, your sister thinks she's dreaming."
"That's nothing new, every time she's in trouble with the law she thinks it's a dream."
I gasped, "Steve don't start with me this morning! I'm not in the mood!"
"Oh well you thought it was cute to piss me off last night so it's my turn. Anyways go get on the bus before I have to take you to school and come straight home or else!"
I chuckled, "Or else what? You'll do what mom and dad did and send me away? Guess what it won't phase me at all!"
Steve sighed, "Serena, I'm not about to argue with you, just go get on the bus."
I shook my head and turned to leave.
"Wait a sec, where are your school books?" Undertaker asked.
I looked back at him, "I don't need them. They don't teach me anything anyway."
Without another word I turned and headed out of the house. The bus was parked in front of the sidewalk waiting for me as usual. I got on and sat down, ready to get through another day at this hell hole.
Of course I did go to school…but Steve never said anything about going into the building did he? As soon as I got off the bus, I walked down the road to the park where I sat under a tree all day and listened to my I-pod. I hated school because school hated me…well at least in my mind. I had never had one good day in that place and I knew it wasn't going to change. I ended up falling asleep under that very tree until almost…six o'clock.
I shrugged it off and walked all the way home, getting there around seven. When I got inside, I saw my brother packing some suitcases into his truck…my suitcases.
I laughed and shook my head, "Just as I thought, you're giving up on me too." I said.
He glared at me and continued packing my stuff into the truck.
"Oh so what now you're just going to ignore me?" I asked.
He didn't answer which really pissed me off. "Steve!"
"Serena, get in the truck. I've had it with your games and your bulshit. Get in now and shut the hell up."
I looked at him completely appalled. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Get your ass in the truck!" he yelled.
I sighed and got into the truck, watching him continue to pack my stuff from the rearview mirror. I couldn't believe this crap, he wasn't able to deal with his own sister. And here I was thinking he was tough.
When he got into the truck, I didn't look in his direction nor speak to him. He started up the truck and headed down the road to what I thought was the airport. Boy my mom was going to have a fit. She told Steve not to send me back until I was a respectable young lady…whatever the hell that means.
We drove in silence for what seemed like an hour before reaching Houston, Texas. Now I was real confused. I had no clue where he was taking me and why.
"Steve..where are we going?" I asked.
He didn't answer me, he just glared at me and then turned his attention back to the road.
I huffed and folded my arms, "You know that is really getting old!"
"Yea well so is your attitude! That's why I'm taking you to someone I know can straighten you out."
I chuckled, "Is that so? And just who in the hell do you think can do that?"
He laughed, "Oh you'll see….trust me."
I rolled my eyes as we drove through the woods. After a few moments we came to an opening. There was a big field of grass on the other side of a wooden fence. In the distance I saw a very familiar house that I knew all too well.
"Oh boy…" I said as I tensed in my seat.
My brother grew a smirk and then nodded, "Yep…Mark is up and ready to take you on for awhile. We'll see how long you last."
I gulped and then remembered that I ran myself and only me. There was no way Mark could deal with a girl like me, let alone a feisty girl like me.
