Never Saw It Coming

I wasn't too certain of how long I was unconscious before I woke up. I was still in the hotel room I walked into only it was really dim and abnormally hot. My forehead, neck and back were covered with sweat instantly making me uncomfortable. There was also blood trickling from the top of my head to the mattress under me. I wasn't wearing the same clothes anymore either. They had been replaced by a silky white nightgown that stopped way above the middle of my thighs. I tried to sit up, only to find that my limbs were tied to each bedpost. My breathing picked up as I pulled at the restraints.

"Sorry darling, but you're not going anywhere this time," Said a deep voice from the corner of the room. "Your auntie and I made sure of that."

I glanced in the direction of the voice recognizing it to be my father's…He was standing in the doorframe of the bathroom door, looking at me with lustful eyes. He had cut off his hair, making it at least three inches long. Some of it was spiked in the front and highlights made him look so much younger. He was barely dressed…wearing only a pair of jeans. He also carried a bottle of beer in his hand that he guzzled before tossing to the side of the room.

"Oh my gosh….dad?" I said as he approached me.

He smirked, "in the flesh baby girl."

I shook my head, "No! I finally got away from you!"

"Oh please Kitty…did you think you could ever get away from me?" he asked as he crawled onto the bed and straddled me. "Sorry honey bun, but you'll never….ever….EVER get away from me…"

The sharpness of his voice told me that he wasn't in his right state of mind. I closed my eyes and looked away from him. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

He laughed and bent over so that he was right over top of me….a position I knew all too well. "Awe…don't you miss giving daddy some of your sweet body?"

I kept my eyes closed as tears began to fall from them, "Please don't dad…it isn't right."

"And who are you to make that decision?" he snapped. "I own you Katrina…therefore you will give me what I want or suffer the consequences."

I popped my eyes open and glared at him. "I'm sorry father…but you no longer own this heart of mine. It belongs to someone else now, someone more deserving."

His eyes narrowed at me, "Are you trying to tell me that you've allowed someone else to have you in their bed…wrapped in their arms?"

I smirked thinking about the times Mark and I shared together. "Yes."

His mouth twitched before he viciously hit me and got off of the bed. "How dare you give your body to someone other than me! You're going to pay dearly for this."

I watched as he pulled out his cell phone and called someone.

"Hey Sara…go ahead and let them in on the secret…it's not like they'll find her in time anyways." He said. "What do you mean he isn't there? Well tell the other guy then…"

My eyes narrowed as he hung up the phone. "Wait a minute…you know Sara?"

He smiled wickedly as he walked to the closet and pulled out two gasoline containers. "Yes darling…she's my sister."

I gasped, "No wonder she brought me here…you two were planning this all along!"

He took of the cap to one of the containers and began pouring it out around the room. "Something like that…you see when they first sent you to the orphanage I made sure to tell Sara to win you over with her trust…I sent out the letter to your favorite wrestlers thinking that I would be able to snuggle you back anytime I wanted."

He moved over to the bed with the new container and poured gasoline around it. The fumes from the gas alone were making me lightheaded.

"When I realized how close you were getting to them I called Sara and told her to put her plan into action. She seduced Kane and got him to believe that you and the Undertaker were fooling around and he was planning on kicking Kane out of the house."

I sniffled as more tears fell from my eyes, "So what now? You're going to kill me?"

"If that is what I feel is needed then yes my dear. You have angered me for the last time Katrina…and now you're going to pay. You and that boy toy of yours."

He walked to the closet again and put on a black sweater before grabbing his travel bag and opening the door to the room.

"Dad please don't do this!" I screamed. "It won't solve anything!"

He smirked as he took out the lighters and lit one match, "Oh it will though…it'll keep that damned Undertaker away from you forever!"

I screamed as he flicked the lighter to the ground, igniting the fire. It spread rapidly over to the bathroom, covering most of the bedroom floor. More tears fell from my eyes as smoke began to cloud the room. The fire alarm started going off and I tried as hard as I could to scream for help.

"Help me! Somebody!" I yelled between coughs. I was certain that I was going to die, certain that I wouldn't see Kane or the Undertaker's face ever again…until I saw a very tall muscular man enter the room followed by another man of the same size. I tried to make out who they were but I ended up passing out before ever having that chance.

About five or ten minutes after passing out, I started hearing voices of doctors and firefighters all around me.

"We've got to get her to the ER fast! We're losing her!" said one guy.

"If you guys lose her I swear you'll wish you've never been born!" said Kane.

I opened my eyes slightly as I was being lifted into the ambulance. "You stay here, I'll go with her!"

The sound of the Undertaker's voice was enough to get my heart rate back up. I opened my eyes more, gasping for air and shaking from head to toe.

"She's convulsing! Here, stick her arm with this!" yelled one of the paramedics.

I felt Taker grab my arm gently, and then stuck me with a needle. I let out an ear splitting scream before closing my eyes and passing out again. I sure hoped I would live through this so I could see Taker's face one more time.