I couldn't believe it. There he stood... stood with a big stupid grin on his face as if he was actually happy to see me standing in front of him. Vince McMahon. My father... the man who decided to take an exit route on my life... my childhood... and left me to fend for myself at times when I really needed him.
"Mara." He spoke, the grin on his stupid face growing.
"Aren't you going to say hello to daddy, Mara?" Stephanie asked me.
Note to self... it is illegal to kill someone. Someone like my sister... for instance...
It is illegal to stab someone for being stupid. My sister... is the definition of stupidity.
Instead, I stab her using the glare I gave her, which immediately shut her down, and she knew then that this wasn't no joke. As far as I'm concerned, as long as me and Vince McMahon stay in the same room together... it's like trying to put out fire with gasoline. It'll only just ignite more... even if Vince changed his ways and decided to make amends with me after all these years...
"I have no words for this man." I mumbled, turning myself back around to unpack my things. "I'll leave you two alone to talk, Daddy." Stephanie says as she turns to make her way downstairs.
"Mara, look, hun..." My heart leaped to my throat when I could hear his footsteps approach me. The fire burned in my eyes, when I feel his hand go on my shoulder.
Defensive, I brush him off... immediately. "Get your hands off me, Vince."
"Now is that anyway to talk to your father, young lady?"
"No. But as far as I'm concerned... you're not my father... and I don't care if it takes a million apologizes for you to make up all those years you've been away from me... I don't... ever want to see you again... I don't want to be with you... I don't want to be your daughter... I don't even want to be a McMahon as long as you stay being my father." I bitterly state. "I'm better of dead... than be your daughter."
He looks at me, surprisingly with hurt eyes. "Mara... you have to understand..."
"No, I don't want to understand. You have to understand that I don't want to be anywhere near you... just fuck off, Vince. Leave me alone... stay out of my life." I find my voice cracking under pressure, this was all too much for me, I mean, I seriously didn't expect Vince to show up so early on this trip.
And how he seemed hurt of my reaction... it bothered the hell out of me... he's supposed to hate me, just as much as I hate him.
"Mara..."
"No, Vince... just... just go."
"Mara, wait!"
I take off down the hallway, when I am immediately stopped by a tall figured. My eyes were so blurry, so full of tears, I didn't really have to look up to see who it was I bumped into... because I heard his voice.
"It's okay, Mara."
It was Randy Orton. He must've heard the whole thing. How embarrassing.
"Get me out of here."
And he does this. He leads me down a flight of stairs and out of the hotel, out of the door, out of Vince's presence. I couldn't be more thankful yet embarrassed that Randy had heard the entire conversation between Vince and I. He leads me to a local cafe, he sits me down and orders me a fine glass of wine... something to ease my troubles, as I put my head on the table and cried softly.
It was extremely awkward, how the two of us sat there in complete silence, me softly crying to myself, with Randy watching, probably thinking how pathetic I am.
"Mara." He calls my name, and I look up to see him handing me some tissues.
I take them and dried my tears. "His eyes... they were..." I stuttered, when Randy takes my hand. "It's okay, Mara. Take your time. Tell me what happened."
"He wanted to talk to me... about things... Stephanie's bitch ass... she brought him up to my hotel room..." I sobbed once more, drying my tears.
"I told him to fuck off... and I looked into his eyes... they were full of hurt Randy... I just couldn't believe it. I- I couldn't believe it... he out of all the people... claiming to be hurt... when I am the one hurting inside." I tell him. "I'm the one who's been hurting my entire life. I'm the one who sat on the porch, my bicycle broken... hoping that he'd come back to fix it for me."
He stares at me, and nods as if he understand what I am going through. "I just don't understand why he would want to be back in my life... after all these years... It isn't right! It just... isn't right!" I sobbed to myself, drying my tears completely.
"You must think I'm pathetic watching me cry like this..."
"I don't think that, Mara." Randy objects.
"W- What?"
"I think you are a strong woman, Mara. For you to handle yourself as you do now... and you do have the right to be angry... so no, I don't think you're pathetic... because I know... if my father ever left me... I'd be angry too... I'd be crying right along with you."
"You- You're Dad?"
"Yeah. Cowboy Bob Orton. He was a wrestler... and he means everything in the world to me. I looked up to him going out, traveling from show to show, performing for everyone in the world. I love my Dad... so... like I said Mara, I'd cry too if that ever happened to me." Randy told me.
"Wow... and all this time I thought you were this big tough guy." I smirked.
"Hey, guys have feelings too. Don't let this bad boy look fool you, Randy Orton has a soft side. Thank you very much."
I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden burst of confidence of admitting such thing. "I'm surprised that you are so bold enough to admit that to me, Randy."
"But I must say... you certainly knew how to make me feel better. Thanks Randy."
"No problem. I never fail to put a smile on a woman's face."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"Prove it." I tell him.
Randy leaned toward me, a flirtatious smirk playing on his face. "Well, If you don't mind Mara, I know we just met... but I would like to buy you a drink later on tonight after the show..."
Bingo.
"Oh, I don't know... Randy..."
"Come on... Mara... you know you want to. This is a once and a life time opportunity." He says as he moves close to me, our lips almost nearly touching.
"You're such a tease."
"Does that mean yes?" He whispers.
"I'll let you know if I have time. Give me your number..." I insist, as Randy sits back down to write his phone number down. "You know, the roles are normally reversed here... I'm the one asking for the numbers you know?"
"Oh well, I guess you're not much of a player." I take his number, and stand up. "Bye now." I blow him a kiss, and walk out with a huge smile on my face when I hear Randy yell back at me.
"You are so not getting away with that little remark!" He calls back. "You better call me, Mara!"
"Oh, I will. Trust me." I say to myself as I walk away waving the piece of paper, with Randy's number, in the air in victory.
I don't know about you guys... but I kind of liked how Mara just played Randy like that. She's got him under her control... like a little puppet. XD Haha. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter.