Breena met Sara back at the house. Sara was home sooner than Breena had anticipated. Breena couldn't shake her uneasy feeling. She always had a good sense for things like that.

"You alright?" Sara asked

"Yeah, fine" she lied

"I hate to add more bad news to the day," Sara began. "I have to leave town for a bit."

"Why?" Breena asked. She suddenly felt really nervous.

"My mom is sick" Sara answered

Sara was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. She was trying not to cry. Lucky for her, anytime her mother was hospitalized Mark was around to be there for her. She was alone now.

"I'm sorry, Sara." Breena said putting her arm around her. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"Can you call your father?" She asked through tears. "I-I have to pack." Breena waited for Sara to leave before calling her dad.

"Hey Rae" Mark said answering. He called her by her middle name at times.

"Hey dad. How's Arizona?"

"Hot. Everything okay?"

"No, not really. Sara's mom is back in the hospital. I think its for real this time."

"Shit." Mark said. "How is she?"

"Not too good." She answered.

"Shit." He repeated

"She asked me to call. Daddy with her gone, can I be with you?"

"Nice try, Breena." Mark replied

"Seriously, daddy. Something doesn't feel right"

"you're going to be fine. Put Sara on"

Breena sighed and walked to his and Sara's room. Sara was a wreck when Breena gave her the phone. Breena left the room while Sara talked. There was something about seeing Sara cry that never sat well with Breena. Sara's flight left in an hour, which didn't give them a lot of time. Breena drove.

"I know my dad can't be there, but if you need me. I'll fly out. I still have a few days left on break and I can miss school." Sara put her hand on Breena's

"Thank you sweetie." She said

After Breena dropped Sara off she went to pick up some Chinese for dinner and watch Raw. Her phone rang on the way home.

"Hey dad." She said

"Did she leave?" he asked

"Yes, I dropped her off. Maybe half hour ago. I think this is it."

"I can't believe I can't be there."
"You can, you just won't." Breena said

"Excuse me?"

"You've missed so much, you're not new at this anymore. You can tell Vince you need time. You just don't do it. How many more things do you have to miss, dad?"

Mark didn't know how to respond. The business was a sacrifice. He missed so much in his daughter's life, he almost forgotten that she was just like him. She was stubborn, head strong, and passionate.

"Look, dad, the truth is you chose your career a long time ago. Everything else will always be second best." Breena said "Sometimes I forget. I'll call you later."

Mark heard the phone click and he put his in his bag. He sat down and sighed.

"No need to explain." Glen said seeing his brother.

Breena watched Raw while eating her Chinese. Raw cut to a girl playing soccer. Breena thought it was strange, but probably some new storyline. She shrugged it off as nothing more.

It wasn't until later on in the show that she knew it was more. In the same cut away fashion, a video popped up of Breena at the batting cage with Stephen. Breena nearly choked on her food. Her uneasy feeling was right.

"Daddy's little girl, all grown up." A voice said. "Doesn't she look like the Badass himself?" Must be proud. Too bad she took a softball players life instead of following in daddy's footsteps."

After the feed the camera cut to Undertaker watching on a tv around the area. He threw it down. This wasn't comforting with the recent events involving his half niece. Taker took the stand that the tv was on and used it to smash the tv. The cameras weren't rolling. Glen found his brother and tried to calm him down.

"Not my fucking daughter!" Mark yelled. "What's going on? Let me find this asshole, I'll break him"

Not long after his rant he ran to his phone to call his daughter who had already called 4 times.

"Daddy." She said

"Are you okay?" he asked

"I told you! I told you I had a feeling!" She yelled. "Daddy please come get me"

"No, you need to stay put until I can figure this out," Mark told her. "I don't want you to do anything until I have an idea of what's going on."

"Daddy, please" Breena begged.

"Let me figure this out, I love you"

Breena didn't answer, she hung up. What did some want with her? She didn't sleep that night. She stashed a pocket knife under her pillow.

She was to work out with Stephen the next day. Mark had a gym at the house. Stephen showed up around 10 am. Breena was in the living room dressed and waiting. Stephen saw her hot pink bandana laying on a love seat. She was tall, like her dad, standing at 5'9"

"Ready?" Stephen asked. "Wow, you look like hell"

"Did you see the show?"

"No, why?"

Breena ran her fingers through her pin straight jet black hair. It was dyed of course, and fell at mid back.

"I'll tell you," she said. She grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. "There was someone taping us at the cage."

"Oh, yea. I saw that guy." Stephen said

"It aired on tv."

"What? Why?" Stephen asked. "If I saw I would have called. I was doing that paper due tomorrow."

"My dad won't get me. It's obvious it's not an isolated event."

"I can stay, if you want." Stephen suggested. He started spotting Breena.

"I don't want to put you out," she said.

"Are you kidding? My ol' man wouldn't know the different," he laughed. "I'll get my things when we're done"

This wasn't a storyline. Mark would have told her. She felt easy with Stephen.

"Last set, push, push." Stephen yelled

Breena raised the bar on her last chest press rep. Her went off. Text message. Breena thought it was her dad so she didn't answer. It went off again.

"Don't work out too much. You don't want to turn

that body into a muscle mass. I like curves"

She looked around. She couldn't see anyone. She read the next message.

"Don't ignore me, Bitch"

Stephen noticed the look on Breena's face.

"What?" he asked. She handed him the phone. "Let's go"

The gym was exposed to the backyard and left side. Stephen took Breena's hand and led her into the house. He closed all the blinds that has backyard views.

"Once it gets dark, I'm going to take you with me to my house, get my stuff and we'll come back."

Breen nodded. She thought about calling her father, but decided against it. She didn't have too.

Mark was having lunch with Glen when he received a photo message from an unknown number. The picture was of his daughter, looking around nervously. The caption read, "She can't see me."

"What?" Glen asked. Mark showed him the picture. Mark called his daughter

"Where are you?" he asked when she picked up

"With Stephen."

"Did he contact you? I have a picture of you sent to me."

"He saw me in the gym." Breena confessed "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Mark answered helplessly

"I'm scared daddy"

"Have Stephen stay with you." Mark told her.

"I was"

Breena was surprised at that suggestion. She knew he was scared too.

"Daddy…"

"I know, and let me figure it out." He told her knoing what she was going to ask.

"Yeah" she said and hung up. "Heaven forbid he brings me along"

"Maybe he wants to be sure." Stephen suggested

"You would take his side." She said

Unsure of how long he'd be staying, Stephen packed for a trip. He did, however, need to be some place Monday night. Breena didn't mind he was going out of his way anyway

"I wish Sara was here."

Breena helped Stephen drop his stuff in the guest bedroom. Breena made them a box of suddenly salad pasta salds and they ate it in the living room, which faced the front of the house. They had school the next day. Break was over normally not a fan of school. Breena welcomed it. She would be able to leave her house.

"You know," Stephen said. "I don't understand that English class. Writing an essay about an event in recent history hardly qualifies as a 12th grade English class. How old are we?"

Breena laughed. "I know. This isn't my style of writing."

Stephen drove them to school. They didn't have any classes together until English. The day didn't seem to move. She drifted through the day, but time didn't seem to exist anymore.

"I want to go home." Breena said. "I have that feeling again"

"You're safe here" Stephen told her.

She didn't feel it. She felt that it could have been anyone. She didn't trust anyone.

"We have to go to the store." Breena said.

"Ok. What for?" Stephen asked

"Real food, not healthy Sara food"

When they were in the car she got another message: "School over? Hope it went well. Daddy will be happy to know"

She didn't tell Stephen. She didn't want to call her dad. It was admitting something was wrong. When her phone rang, she jumped. It was her father.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"just leaving school with Stephen." She answered

"Anything?" he asked

"I'm fine." She answered. "We're getting food and going home."

"If you need any-"

"I need you, dad, but you and I both know that won't happen."

She hung. This wasn't like the usual request to go on the road. This hurt much more. She felt completely alone. Her father had missed a lot of her life, but this was different.

Mark didn't know what to do. He and his brother had no idea who was stalking their daughters, but they did know it was about them and not the girls. It was guilt punch in the gut for him, but he didn't want to move her.

Glen was trying to explain that to his daughter as well so Mark didn't go to him. He did think about going to Vince or Shane with this for help, but he passed. Something had to be done, he couldn't bare to think of anything happening to his only girl.

Stephen pushed the cart through the supermarket. Breena stood on the back like a kid. They were the best of friends since grade school. Breena pushed him on the playground. She didn't have many friends and hardly any girl friends.

"We should go to the frozen food section." She said "Get a pizza and watch a movie, steal dad's beer."

They stocked up only mostly crap and left. That's when she got another message: "all that junk, you'll kill that body. Don't ruin it until I get to it." That's also when Mark got another picture.

Mark banged on Glen's door. He stormed in when Glen opened, showing him the photo.

"I'm losing my mind, Glen. I can't do this. I can't."

Glen didn't have anything to say. He couldn't comfort his brother because his brother couldn't help him. No one could help him.

Thursday- Smackdown. Vince's new idea for fresh thing: Live smackdown. It was still a less cool version of Raw, but the fact that was live did draw up ratings.

Breena almost didn't want to watch. Mark called her before just to say he loved her.

Smackdown started off normal, which made Breena ease up slightly. Naturally, it didn't last. About halfway through the cameras went to a shot of Undertaker and Kane walking down the hall together. It seemed out of place because their tag rematch against Orton and Batista was the main event, and for a shot at the tag titles at the next ppv.

The feed then went o Breena leaving school that day, and cut to her house. It was a small feed with only this to say:

"The badass should really watch his girl.

Is leaving her alone really the best? I know

where to find her."

That was it, that was the last straw. Breena looked at Stephen and the both got up and closed and locked every door and window in the house. It was survival mode now. They staked out the house with caches of pocket knives and broke into her father's gun cases. It was on now. Let him come.

Breena's phone went off during the booby trapping. She jumped 6 feet.

"Breena" her father said

"Daddy" she replied

"Where are you? What are doing?"

"Stephen and I are trapping the house. Knives, your guns." Sdhe answered.

"Smart." Mark said. "Be careful"

"I am daddy. Please come get me"

"Soon, I can't just yet"

"Right" she said and hung up

Glen hung up just as his brother did

"I can't get a word in." he said

"maybe we should bring them." Mark suggested. "Once Vince gives the ok"

Glen nodded. "Yours?"

"Staking my house out with her extensive knife collection and my guns"

Glen smiled and shook his head

"I told her she was smart. She knows her way around a gun"

Stephen moved into Breena's room. He was on the floor, rifle next to him. Breena was ready as well. Though she didn't sleep, she laid wide awake, knife in hand slightly unlatched, ready.

Breena didn't remember falling asleep, but woke up without Stephen on the floor. She panicked unlatched the knife completely, and walked slowly down stairs. He was there, in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"Whoa Rambo." He replied. "Nothing, just hungry. I called us out of school. Figured we could stay in."

Breena sat at a stool on the counter and put her head down.

"Did you sleep?" Stephen asked her

"Barely," she answered "I just want to know what's going on, who's behind this, and why me? Is someone that mad at my dad?"

"I don't see why. It's not like they would have a chance in hell." Stephen replied

"I really hate not knowing why" She said.

"What makes you think why." She said

"What makes you think its' not some secret story line?"

"My father would never do that to me." Breena said. "He favors his job, but not that much. I know he'd never do that."

It would have been a terrible trick, but Breena heard the real fear in her father's voice, fear she had never heard before and would never want to hear it again. To her, her father was always in control, on top of things. She never had to worry with him. Now she was without him and had never been so scared in her life.

The idea to call Sara popped in her head again. She couldn't thought, not now Sara hadn't called either, which could have meant shy number of things. As much as Breena wanted to call her and talk to her, she was glad just as much that hadn't.

"What if my dad never figures this out? What if it takes him weeks, months? I can't keep this up. He's the only reason I haven't called the police."

"That and you know the police can't do shit for you." Stephen said "Bree, you dad has never let you down. He won't start now. I know he wouldn't. He's going to figure this out."

"If he's never let me, and he has, why won't he come and get me?"

"Let's say this guy really is after you over your dad, you being with him will only make it worse. For right now, you're safe here. This makes no sense, but trust me, he wouldn't keep you here if you weren't safe."

Mark didn't get any sleep, it was doubtful his brother did too. He didn't know what to or who to go to. His daughter basically hated him, at least on the verge and he couldn't help her. He had never felt so useless in his entire life.

Too add to it, Sara was suffering alone as well. He hadn't talked to her much and didn't know if Breena had either. He half hoped she had and half she didn't. Sara didn't need the extra stress.

He thought about calling Glen's room, talking it out, planning the next move, maybe even talk about bringing them out after Raw. He had nothing to go on, no name, no voice, and no help from Vince.

Restless, Mark got himself up and decided to walk it out. He couldn't think in that cramped room. It was early and no one else would be up. Mark walked out of the hotel and saw Vince coming up with a jogging suit.

"Always go for a morning run." Vince said

"Vince, I need to be straight with you." Mark said. "Are you fucking with me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you fucking with me? Did you think it would be a great new line to scare the hell out of my family?"

"Mark, I don't know what you're talking about, "Vince said

"Don't act like you don't have a clue about what gets played on your shows." Mark said

"Don't talk of me as a fool."

"You must be, that is my daughter and my niece we're dealing with, and I don't get a single call from you. See, that leads me to believe that you've got something in that fucked up head of yours. You can fuck with me but don't dare fuck with my family, with my little girl." Mark got closer to Vince

"Mark I can assure you, this is not me." Vince said backing away. "I wouldn't do something so drastic without speaking to you or glen."

"That's where I don't believe you. You're the type of snake to pull this shit for ratings. Its not beneath you. What you fail to realize is that you pulled this shit with the two biggest guys in your locker room. Big mistake."

"Mark, this isn't me." Vince said in a tone that made Mark believe him. "I apologize for not stepping up, but I had nothing to do with this."

"And your son?"

"Shane? He would do something crazy for my attention, but this isn't him" Vince answered. "Do you and Glen need anything?"

"Yeah, the people responsible." Mark answered

He had nothing. Stalking by far is one of the hardest things to prove, and he knew it.

"Its so beautiful out, and we're stuck inside" Breena said

The house phone rand. Breena checked the caller ID, Sara

"Hey, Sara how are you?" Breena asked

"Okay, considering," Sara answered. She sounded exhausted.

"Any news?"

"She'll be lucky to live the week"

"Sara, I'm so sorry." Breena said. "I wish I could be there with you"

"I know hunny. Your father said the same thing. I'm going to be fine. I feel bad leaving you."

"Are you kidding? This is important. I'm doing fine. Stephen's been with me"

"And your father is okay with that?"

"It's complicated" Breena answered

"Are you okay? What's going on?" Sara got nervous.

"I'm fine, really" Breena said. "Trust me"

Sara didn't respond for a minute, then said "Ok"

Breena couldn't have Sara worry anymore than she already was. It wouldn't have been fair.

"I can't stay in this house." Breena said a while later. "This is bike weather."

For her 16th birthday, Mark got her a bike, not some cheap bike, but a real one. It was the best thing her father had ever given her. She even forgave her father for leaving the next day. He had taught her to ride and when she saw it, he took her for a ride. To Breena, it was hands down the best time she ever had with her father.

"You can't take that chance, Bree" Stephen told her.

"I might as well be in prision." She said.

All the bikes were in a separate garage not attached to the house. Breena walked to the garage and sat on her bike, looking at all of her fathers. She felt bad, tears started to fall. She didn't want to cry, but she did. She felt alone and scared, and it seemed like the only thing to do.

She received a text message from an unknown number. Great. Just what she needed. Another text from someone who she didn't know, who was watching her every move she made and plastered it all over tv. The message read: "Venturing outside? I've missed you." She had enough. She was going to text back:

"Do you feel like a big boy? Do you feel like more of a man

scaring a 17 year girl? I hope it does. I hope so. Why don't you

come and see me? Isn't that what you wanted? Or are you too afraid?"

She was sure her father would get a message next. That seemed to be the pattern. She waited on her bike for the call. It came.

"Yeah?" She asked

"Why aren't you in the house?" Mark asked. "Where are you? Why did you respond? That's going to make it worse."

"I'm in the garage on my bike." She answered

"Why?"

"Reminder of better times." She said

"You can't do that"

"I just want to ride and never stop"

Mark now knew his daughter had reached her limit. He knew he was now in trouble. She didn't care anymore. Now that she didn't care, she was bound to look for him. She was just like him in that way, in a lot of ways.

He wanted to tell her to just hang in just a little while longer. Everything was going to be ok and daddy was here, but he wasn't. He couldn't promise anything.

Raw seemed to come too quickly. Stephen couldn't stay, she was alone. It was refreshing, for a change. The living room was set and staked out. As it would turn out, it wouldn't matter.

Breena had the pleasure of seeing that same girl being stalked in her own home. Instinctively, she grabbed one of her knives. She didn't know where to go, but when she looked at the tv, she saw her house, inside her kitchen, and then herself.

She had no chance, knife and all. She was grabbed, screaming and crying for her father.

"Daddy!!!" she cried. "Daddy!! Help me!!"

"You're daddy can't help you now bitch."

Mark watched knowing he could do absolutely nothing.