I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

Damian and Zoe belong to DaLiz13

Randy Orton sighed as he closed the door to his chartered Esclade. He rubbed his hand over his face as they pulled onto the road away from the airport. He was feeling like crap. He hadn't talked to Erin in weeks. Well sort of, he shrugged, they had talked but it'd turned into him getting frustrated and her whimpering into the receiver. He shook his head and buried his face into his hands. How had he done this to her? He laid his head down even further and sighed, he was ashamed of himself. She was his baby sister and he'd treated her like crap. He sighed and lay back. He was only here, because he'd gotten a very disturbing phone call from Mark a few days earlier.

Randy had been sleeping off one of his long road trips when he felt his phone vibrate on the nightstand. Sighing he used his long arm to fumble for the small black device. Pressing the screen to his ear he spoke, "hello?" The man on the other end only sighed.

"Hey Randy, uh I need ya." Randy sat up on his forearms suddenly alert at the tenseness in the man's voice.

"What's going on, dad?" The man sighed deeply.

"It's Erin, she's uh, in a really bad place." Randy rolled over and swung his legs off of the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"She's sullen and distant. I-I heard her cry herself to sleep the other night." Randy's heart dropped, he'd caused this.

"Dad, I-I don't know what to say..." Mark cut him off.

"No, Randy that's not it. I think she's regressing." Mark heard a thump and sighed. "I think she's having a fit or something, stay on the line." Randy waited patiently as Mark walked up the stairs towards the girl's room. He was feeling increasingly guilty...she was hurting because of him and what he'd done. Shaking his head Mark crept towards the door. His heart leapt out of his chest when Erin came out of the room. The girl let out a squeal and fell back. "Baby." The girl shook her head and scrambled out of the room and down the hall. Mark sighed. "Randy, I'm going to have to call you back. I need to make sure she's ok." Randy nodded.

"When is her next therapy session?" Mark raised his eyebrow.

"Tuesday at three-thirty, why?" Randy shrugged. He was tired of her being in pain.

"I'll be there. I'm going to help her through this." Mark smiled, he commended the boy.

Erin grunted and crossed her arms over her chest. She was not happy about this. She hated going to the stupid shrink, and she hated even more that now it had become some sort of family spectacle. First, Mark, then Phoenix, and now Randy. He was sitting over there skinning at her with that stupid grin. She shook her head and scowled, she was not ready for this.

Mark sighed as he glanced between Randy and Erin. Those two were going to be the death of him. He glanced at the two again before speaking to the younger man. "Don't try too hard, she can read right through ya." Randy's cheesy smile faded and he looked at his pseudo father.

"Whaddya mean, Dad?" Mark rolled his eyes and shook his head, the boy was dense.

"Just don't play it too hard, if ya play yer cards right, we can have this resolved in no time." Randy smiled, just before Mark shrugged. "Well, kinda...she's kinda been stubborn and difficult lately. February sounds nice." Randy groaned, he couldn't wait eight months. Ugh! Mark shook his head and looked at his son. The man was sullen and tense, he sighed, this was eating the boy alive. Mark placed a reasurring hand on the younger man's back. "It'll be alright son, just relax and play this out." Randy sighed, but nodded as he rubbed his eyes.

"I know, it's just hard knowing she's hurting and not being able to help her." Mark nodded.

"I know, but we are by just doing this. The doctor thinks that if we just take a step back and show her unconditional love and that we'll never put our hands on her again that she'll eventually come around." Randy raised his eyebrow, that stubborn mule would come around? He scoffed sarcastically, yeah right, when pigs flew to Alaska in the rain. A woman approached the two men.

"Mr. Calaway, the doctor has requested that you and your son, watch a portion of the session behind the observatory glass. She'd like you to know in an intimate way, what caused Erin's pain so you can help her. Is that alright with you?" Mark nodded and glanced at Randy who nodded as well. "Alright then gentlemen, follow me," she said smiling. Randy took a deep breath, it was either now or never.

Erin sighed quietly as she and the therapist when through their usual routine of digging out painful instances and relaying them to life. The woman noticed that Erin's responses were short and obviously uninterested. The woman sighed and set her pen down.

"Erin, what's going on?" The girl sighed and flopped backwards into the long chair. She disregarded the amount of people that had sweated on it before.

"I hate my life," she said sullenly. The woman nodded.

"Do you want me to get your dad and brother?" Erin's face dropped. The woman laughed. "I think I have my response." The woman slid her leather wheeled desk chair over towards Erin. "Can you explain to me what's behind this pain?" Erin made a face. The woman shook her head. "No, I don't mean that pain, I mean like, if there was one pain, one thing that sticking out in your head, what is it?" Erin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What did Randy do to you?" The girl closed her eyes tighter and let her hands tremble back and forth.

"Randy was cool, he uh was the first person that ever stuck up for me. Like when I felt like no one wanted me around, Randy went out of his way to make me feel like I was apart of something, like apart of him, the family, I guess." The girl scratched her head and stared at the floor. "I um didn't know it then, but he gave me a serious boost in self esteem, like I belonged somewhere...with him. Like I was important enough to have the great Randy Orton care about me." She shrugged and took a deep breath. "Like I didn't show it really, but I felt it. Having him look at me the way he did, made me feel special." She closed her eyes once again fighting back tears. "It hurts because when I wanted so badly to quit or leave, he was the one who made me suck it up and stay." She smiled and bit her lip. "He made me feel like his priority. He taught me what a family was." She paused. "He made me feel loved." The girl sighed and shook her head, "but then it was all snatched it all away. Like I didn't get any chance to stop it, first Mark didn't want me around and then Randy, I felt like my world was spinning out of control and nobody cared to help me. In an instant it was like all my dreams came crashing down and turned into my nightmares." She shook her head, "It was all gone." She sighed. "The only two people I ever trusted, did the one thing that I prayed they would never do...they became Richard." The therapist nodded and pulled the now crying girl into her arms. She glanced at Mark and Randy through the observing glass and shook her head. Randy turned from the scene in a fit of pain. He'd CAUSED THAT! He turned and started throwing furious punches at the air and begging for this not to be true. It couldn't be true, he couldn't be like Richard...he couldn't. Crying the man fell to his knees, he couldn't believe that this happened.

Mark watched on at the scenes before falling into an abyss of his own misery. Some father he was. Shaking his head, Mark slid into a chair and buried his head in his hands. He was such a monster.

A/N: Part II...sometime soon. Enjoy until then!