A/N: I would like to publicly thank Vera for her critique of my piece. Hopefully I'm getting better with that little blotch in my work. I'm really pleased with this piece; actually it's taking a life of its own each day I come up with an idea. I really don't have an end in mind I'm making it up as I go…that being said, enjoy.

Torque

Anything.

For her, he would do anything.

Easily give his life to see her smile. But there wasn't anything he could do not even hold her as she cried. He could do nothing as the thought her father being shot turned her insides inside out and she vomited. All he could do was hope that Adam wasn't so daft that he wouldn't know to hold her hair back and put a cool cloth to her forehead. Or if knew to put on her favorite gospel song. David shook his head; he realized Adam knew shit about the woman he was supposed to be so in love with.

Sitting beside the man she called father he bowed his head in prayer. Deep inside, he knew that Chyren was Kalista's heart and so he asked God to spear Chyren's life and to help him find the cowardly bastard who did this.

-

"I want to see him," she finally sniffled.

Adam shook his head. She knew the procedure if one of them were to get hurt, Adam would take her to the cabin in Long Island and David was supposed to take care of her father. He could've slapped the hell out of her just looking at her. Prancing around in this outfit, her thong was clearly visible because her cargo pants were so low they were damn near off her ass. Her shirt had a collar like a dress shirt would and he swore it was the biggest piece of fabric on the damn thing. It had a pocket over each breast but what the fuck was she going to store in them and it was so short that it barely covered that full bust she was sporting. She knew good and fucking well all of Chyren's staff excluding the maid was male and here she was prancing around showing off a body that was meant only to be his.

"Kalista shut up and sit down." Adam paced the floor.

"Fuck you Adam!" She hissed. "My father has been shot."

Adam looked at her bored, "So I've noticed."

Kalista narrowed her eyes on him. She didn't have her gun; David didn't have time to grab it before she was whisked off to this location out in the middle of no-fuckin'- where. But that's not what she was stressing. She could easily snatch Adam's strap off him without a problem. The only problem with that was he had to be within arms reach of her. And the only time she could remember him being in arms reach of her lately never ended well.

"What?" Adam took another swig of his bottle, "You look like you want some."

"Fuck you Adam,"

"I wish you would."

"Don't make me puke." She rolled her eyes.

"No honey," he said with a smirk, "the only thing I would make you do is orgasm."

"Right," she smirked. She knew what she was doing; to get his gun was easy. He just had to be close enough where he could hit her.

"Yeah," he confirmed, "right."

"You couldn't get it up if I was standing here butt ass naked with my goodies in your face," Kalista muttered and braced herself. All it took was for to say or do something that Adam felt like emasculated him and he would take a swing at her. As sure as her name he charged her slamming her against the wall, "Did anyone tell you only bitches hit women?"

Adam wrapped his hands around her neck, "I'll kill you myself you little whore!"

Unhooking Adam's gun was not hard; he kept it right under his jacket in a holster. She extracted it and before he could blink he was staring down the barrel of his Glock.

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?"

Kalista grinned sadistically, "Mr. Copeland I recall having this conversation with you once before. I remember telling you I don't take well to being hit."

"Yeah," he sneered, "I don't take well to little whores in my face."

"Whore?" Kalista mocked, "Boy you've got some nerve."

"I'm not sharing my body with half of the hired help,"

"No, but half of New York yes and what pisses you off is I'm supposed to be the one you're fucking and you ain't been nowhere this." Kalista laughed, "You're pathetic. Do you know that?"

"Not half as pathetic as you are," Adam gave her a lethal grin, "You're all talk, little girl." He walked up closer to her, "Do it,"

"Adam," Kalista said, "Don't make me do this."

"Don't make you?" Adam laughed at her, "You're not going to do anything."

Kalista wasn't afraid to shoot her gun. But instead of thinking of what she was taking off this Earth she had to consider what she was allowing to remain. She could shoot him but she really didn't want to have to. The gun was just a threat; it wasn't supposed to go like this.

"Adam please, someone in my family has already been shot. Please don't make me make it two."

Adam shrugged and took another swig of his bottle. "Yeah okay,"

"Just take me to see my father."

"I can't."

"Can't or won't?" Kalista asked.

"Both," Adam said, "So get that gun out of my fuckin' face before I slap the taste out of your mouth."

Kalista smiled again, "Adam I swear on my father if you raise your hand to me again I'll see to it that it's the last thing you do with that hand."

"Right," Adam slapped Kalista across the face viciously, "You sure about that?"

Kalista took one shot, the bullet made contact with his left hand. Not enough to do permanent damage but enough to make sure he knew she wasn't to be fucked with anymore, "Positive," Adam screamed and looked at the blood coming out of his hand, "Now do you want to drive or should I?"

"Kalista,"

"Adam it was just a ricochet, but if you continue to fuck with me I'll make sure the next bullet," she ran the gun up from his cheek to his temple "is a direct hit. Am I making myself clear?" he didn't answer so she pushed the barrel of his gun closer to his skull, "Am…I…making…myself…clear?"

"As glass." He said getting to his feet.

"Good," she said, "Let's go." She looked back at him, "You look shaken up I'll drive."

-

David paced inside of Chyren's hospital room. Part of him wanted to cry. Actually all of him wanted to cry. Chyren was as close to a father as he would ever get, his biological trading him for the needle, but he knew now wasn't the time. John Cena Sr. sat across the room from David watching him intently.

"It's okay to cry son," John said.

David shook his head slowly, "I know. I'll cry later. Right now, I'm worried."

"We all are," John said.

"Not just about Chyren," David confided, "I'm worried about dysi."

"Dysi. That's cute, what does it mean?"

"It's Greek, it means sunset."

"Sunset? You call her sunset?"

"Yes sir." David said gruffly remembering how she got that name.

It was Kalista's sweet sixteen party. The palace was jam packed with teenagers and yet the guest of honor was nowhere to be seen. Chyren was absolutely frantic not only because she was missing from her own party but because as far as he knew there was no one with her.

"David, search the premises. Find her."

"You got it boss." Went around to the gazebo, the place he knew she would most likely be. "Kalista Mozovelli," David called to her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked.

He would be lying if he said it wasn't the most breath taking sight he had ever seen to this point in his life. Her then raven colored hair had been pulled up into a French twist with soft bangs framing her delicate face. Her make up was flawless bring out the color in those aquamarine eyes. Her dress looked as if the designer had her in mind as she was dressed in a simple cinnamon colored tea length, shimmer chiffon garb with two inch heels on her feet. Her choice of jewelry was subtle as she opted to wear the diamond pendent her got her two years ago for her birthday.

"Isn't what beautiful Kalista?"

She smiled demurely at him, "The sunset silly," she said to him.

He smiled warmly and put his arm around her, "Yes dysi, its pretty."

"What's dysi mean?"

He smiled, "It means sunset in Greek."

She smiled again and he swore it put his insides on fire, "I like it."

"You love her don't you?" John asked snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I've watched her grow up Nonno," David said respectfully, "Of course I love her."

John chuckled, "You think I'm stupid, don't you boy?"

"No of course not Nonno,"

"I've seen you two together," he smiled, "So has Chyren."

"She's intended Nonno,"

"I know that, hell she knows that. Hell sometimes the heart won't listen to the mind."

David chuckled, "I often wondered what was on Chyren's mind when he made this cockamamie agreement."

"I wonder too." John chuckled again, "but he was just looking for some stability for her."

"I still think he should've waited," David sighed. "Adam has a drinking problem."

John sighed too, "I know. Is that why you're worried about her?"

David hung his head slightly, "Yes." He met the older mans eyes, "I know I should've told someone sooner but--,"

"It's okay; we've known for a while too and didn't say anything. We thought he would handle it."

"What are we going to do about it?"

"That remains to be seen as of yet." John nodded his head toward Chyren, "We have bigger issues to deal with right now."

-

When they arrived at the hospital Kalista already knew where to go. There was an entire wing of the hospital reserved for her father and his massive staff. When she arrived at her father's door all of the oxygen got sucked out of the room. The walls started spinning and she found herself on the floor. She was looking through the glass door but it was if she was standing right there. She wanted to die with him.

"Lissa what are you doing here?" John Jr. demanded.

"She made me bring her," Adam responded still nursing his injured hand.

"Oh yeah and how did she do that?" John asked.

"And what the hell happened to your hand?" Steven asked.

"Nothing," Adam said brushing it off, "Nothing at all. Don't worry about it,"

"Don't worry about what?" David came out to get some fresh air, "Oh my God, Lissie what are you doing here?"

"I--, I needed to," Kalista swallowed hard and stood up, "What are his chances?" she choked out.

"Um," David sputtered glaring at Adam, "maybe you shouldn't be here."

"I asked a question David," Kalista hissed, "Answer me."

"He's in serious condition," John Sr. said. "He's in a coma. He's not breathing on his own. The bullets hit in a very precarious place and the surgeons have done their best. There's a lot of swelling around the nerves of the spinal column."

"Can--," Kalista found it hard to speak, "Will he be able to--?"

"We don't know yet." David said softly. "Kalista, honey I would feel better if we just got you out of here."

"What are his chances?" Kalista asked the question again. As far as she was concerned they hadn't answered her question.

John Sr. sighed hard, she was an adult. She was going to have to know. "They don't expect him to make it through the end of the week." John said gravely, "One of the bullets hit a major artery."

"Oh my God!" Kalista shrieked. Kalista tried to push out air but her lungs wouldn't cooperate. The room was spinning again, "Oh my—daddy!" Hot tears sprung from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "Daddy no!"

"Baby, come here," David wrapped his arms around her.

She began beating him about the arms and shoulders, "Daddy, god no!" she turned to Adam, "It should've been you, you sick fuck!" Nurses rushed to the scene of the shrieking girl, "You don't deserve to live and yet it's my father fighting for his life." Quicker than one could blink she was charging him, "You will rot in hell!" she hissed at him viciously.

"Kalista, stop it." John Sr. said gently, "Just stop."

"That's my father in there!" Kalista shouted. "That's my—," the lump in her throat threatened to cut off what little air she was getting to her lungs.

"Dysi, stop this." David tried wrapping his arms around the girl.

"Oh my God," Kalista shrieked again sinking to her knees. "God no," She said and then was sick on the floor. Finally she was reduced to nothing but dry heaves.

"David, get her out of here," John Jr. said.

David collected the whimpering child off the floor. It was just like she was 11 again after witnessing that brutal shooting before her. Only unlike last time, he didn't think there would be anything he could do to help her this time.