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The Family

Chapter 10

The week passed and nothing eventful happened. It was pretty much routine. We would go to the live Monday show, then live Smackdown show, then some houseshows while traveling to the next cities. I had pretty much gotten used to that routine and was enjoying the aspect of constantly being on the move. It was Monday and we were in the next city. I was watching tv, waiting for my dad to get out of the shower so I could use it before we left for the arena. There was a knock on the door and I got up to answer it.

"Mom?" I asked shocked as I opened the door. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

She smiled superiorly. "Well dear, I am here to take you home."

"But…But how'd you know I was here?" I asked scared, I didn't want to go home and was a bit surprised that she wasn't drunk. This was the first time in a long time she hadn't been completely wasted in mid day.

"Please, where else would you go?" She scoffed. "Whenever something happens at home, you always run to your father." She said father with a tone of disgust.

"Alright baby, shower's all yours." My dad said as he exited the bathroom. He had a pair of sweats on and was toweling his hair dry.

"Paul." My mom said angrily. Dad's face whipped in her direction and his eyes widened in shock and disgust.

"Helen. What are you doing here?" He asked narrowing his eyes as he walked in front of me, almost in a protective stance.

"I'm here to take my daughter home. This is no place for a teenager." She said as if she was a good mother.

"This is a perfect place for a teenager. Especially this teenager, as far away from you as possible is ideal." Dad said, taking the straight forward route. I just barely contained the smile that threatened to show on my face.

Mom put a hand over her heart and faked a face of hurt. "Paul, are you calling me a bad mother?"

"No, I'm calling you a horrible mother." Paul said getting right in her face with an angry Triple H face. "You treat my daughter like shit, like a piece of furniture and I'm tired of standing by and letting it go on." I was a little shocked, I never thought my dad knew of her habits.

"Oh how do you know how I treat my daughter? You're never there." She challenged with her hands on her hips.

"Well lucky for you, Shawn is in constant contact with her and she trusts him enough to tell him what a lousy mother you are." He said then turned to me with an apologetic look. He didn't want to use that, cause I wasn't supposed know that Shawn filled dad in but I was grateful he did. I wanted my dad to know all those things about her, I was just too scared to do it myself. "Listen Helen, go home, have a few drinks, fuck a few guys and keep on being you. Leave Elliot here, where people love her and care for her. Just hope she sends you a Christmas card or two." He said and closed the door, not waiting to hear what else she had to say. He immediately enveloped me into a hug and kept saying sorry over and over.

"It's ok dad. Really." I said and walked into the bathroom, ready to take my shower. In all honesty, seeing my mother and listening to my dad rally for me to stay just solidified how much I want to be here and not at home. This was home now.

After my shower, I dried and waved my hair and applied some makeup. I stepped into the hotel room and saw my dad all dressed, laying on the bed watching sports center. I grabbed my outfit and walked back into bathroom to change. I slipped into ultra low rise gray skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt that showed an inch or two of my midriff and a gray zip up hoodie that said Hart and Hunnington across it in black. I walked out and announced that I was ready to go. Dad hauled his gym bag over his shoulder as I slipped on my black classic vans and my black purse and we were out the door, ready to get to Raw.

2 hours later

My dad was about to finish warming up so he told me to grab my gym clothes out of his bag and change so I could practice my moves a bit more today. It didn't take me long to change into my usual of black spandex shorts and a black t-shirt. As I made my way down to the ring, I saw that my dad was finished and he was talking to Uncle Mark. We started off slow, just taking some bumps and worked our way into clotheslines. I was practicing on Mark this time and not Uncle Shawn so it took more power to knock him down, but I did. I worked on perfecting the super kick Shawn showed me last week and was getting better. Uncle Mark showed me how to work the tombstone pile driver but I didn't even know where to start on that one so we moved on. We were there for quite a while before someone came down and asked to use the ring. I took a ring side seat to cool down as my dad and Mark went to get some food; I told them I'd go meet them in a few minutes. I was watching the guy in the ring, he was only running the ropes but I could just tell he was one of the top guys. I looked toward the ramp and saw Randy making his way down. He smiled and came to sit next to me.

"Hey there" He said as I smiled

"Hey yourself. What's up?" I asked

"Well I'm going to warm up with Jeff here," He said pointing to the guy with multicolored hair in the ring. "What about you?"

"I was just practicing with my dad and Uncle Mark."

"Ay, Randy, are we going to do this?" Jeff yelled from the ring.

"Yeah, I'm coming Man." Randy said and turned to me with a smile. "Well I gotta go. If you watch me, I'll go get some food with you after." He grabbed his t-shirt from behind and pulled it over his head. I was mesmerized.

"As nice as that sounds," I said and stood up with him. "I told my dad I'd meet him in catering in a few minutes. If I don't come soon, he's going to send out the dogs."

"The dogs being your Uncles?" Randy guessed and we both laughed.

"Bingo." I said and made my way up the ramp. "You catch on fast."

"So I'll see you later right?" Randy asked as he climbed up to the ring.

"Definitely." I said to him before I turned around and made my way to the cafeteria.

The show started and I was in my usual spot, in front of a TV, watching every minute. I was amazed that I had never watched this before. It was so action packed and entertaining. Not to mention all the hot half naked men practically feeling each other up.

"Elliot, dear, we need to talk." I heard next to me and I was shocked to see my mother, for the second time today.

"Mom! What are you doing here?" I asked, also, for the second time today as I jumped off the crate I was sitting on.

"I came to see you of course. It's amazing how far bribery will get you in this world." She said with a small laugh.

"Well what do you want to talk about?" I asked wanting her to go away as fast as possible.

"You coming home." She said.

"Well I'm not going home with you. Case closed, you can go now."

"Excuse me? Watch how you talk to me young lady."

"Don't you get it? I don't want to go home with you. That's not home anymore. This is home. Here with dad and Shawn and Mark and all my uncles."

"They are not even your uncles Elliot." She said, annoyed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Says who?" Uncle Shawn said from behind me.

"The doctors and genetics." My mom countered, nastily; she never liked Uncle Shawn, but it was ok cause he didn't like her either.

"They also say you're her mother but you don't really fit the part." He said just as nasty.

"Excuse you! Who are you to say I'm not her mother? Of course I'm her mother, I gave her life." She said pointing an angry finger at Shawn's chest.

"But that's where it stopped isn't it? You gave birth to her then started to neglect her. Barely feeding her enough, ignoring her when she cries and even leaving her home alone. Then once she reached her teens, you brought home strange men every night and you would always be drunk, morning, noon and night. That's no mother. You do not deserve to be called a mother." Uncle Shawn said, protectively. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and escorted me away from my mother. He stopped at a security guard and told him to escort my mom off the premises, that she wasn't wanted there.