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Kendall's POV

I was standing over Keith's crib, watching him sleep. It was a sort of therapy for me, my kids had a calming effect over me and the way they looked at me, I knew that I'd taught them to love. For once in my life, I had people who loved me. The only problem was that I was the one taking care of them, they were my children, they came from me. I would never know what it felt like to be loved by a father, sibling, mother, husband. And the only way I knew to deal with that fact was to not love in return. Why should I love John? Why should I waste my energy giving him something that I know I'll never get back? Why should I give him my heart when he'll just break it?

Carol and Tasha said that I was a part of the family. My mind could comprehend that very well. I was forced into this family, all the other wives married out of love. I was traded and I was used, I didn't mean anything to them. I couldn't mean anything to them.

My thoughts were broken and I turned around quickly when I heard someone clear their throat. Carol was standing just inside the doorway to the nursery, with Tasha right behind her. Their faces were sad, and their eyes were trying to gauge my reaction. They had something to tell me. Glancing at Keith one last time, I walked towards them and closed the door behind us.

Once out in the hall, Carol looked at Tasha who took a deep breath, "My brother just called me."

"Trent?" I questioned, confused, "Why? I wouldn't think that you'd have any contact with him. He was so close with my father and my brothers."

"Trent hated what they were doing to me," Tasha shook her head; "I've been talking to him in some way or another since I moved here."

"He was always so mean to me. He'd get this sinister smile on his face whenever he brought me to my father, especially if he knew I was going to be in trouble and I didn't," I said quietly, still not understanding where this was going.

"Ken, please focus. This isn't about what Trent did; it's about what he told me. God, I don't want to be the one to have to tell you this," she paused and closed her eyes, letting a lone tear slip from her eye, "It's your mom-"

"What about my mother?" my head quickly snapped up to look at them fully.

"She passed away, Trent said she'd been sick for a while and she finally just gave in. Their having a funeral at the end of the week," Tasha explained, though I was barely listening anymore.

She'd loved me. The only person to mean it, and now she was gone. She wasn't allowed to tell me, she wasn't allowed to show me. He'd gotten mad when she told me. But I knew she'd meant it, despite what he'd said. "No, you must be wrong. She is still alive, yeah? She needs to meet my kids; they need to know their grandmother. I'll send for her, she can live here and I'll take care of her. John won't even notice. I promise I'll be good, I won't talk back anymore. Just, please?"

They were both silent, looking at me out of sad eyes again. My head felt like it was going to explode. I knew they didn't really care; I wasn't a part of them. I wasn't one of them. Now I'd lost the only person I could really call family, the only people I had left were my kids. And even then, I knew that one day they'd leave me too.

"Please?" I said again as I felt my eyes filling up with tears.

"Please what?" John's voice came from behind me, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," I told him, shaking my head and looking at the floor. He wouldn't care. He'd taken me away from them; he'd brought me here where I had nothing. I didn't have anything with them, either, though.

"Melanie DiBiase passed away early this morning," Carol told him, her voice soft as I took a choked breath in. This couldn't be true.

"Who's Melanie?" John asked, looking to me, then back at Carol and Tasha when I shook my head.

"She was Kendall's mom. Ted DiBiase Sr.'s wife," Tasha explained, "My older brother called me this morning and told me. There is a funeral-"

"We're not going," John said, adamantly, "There is no way I am going anywhere near those damn people. And my kids aren't either."

"John, this was their grandma," Carol started before he cut her off.

"And how many times did she see them? How many birthday parties did she see? Do they even know she exists?" he asked, "No, we're not going. Absolutely not."

"It wasn't her fault," I whispered, "She had nothing to do with the things my father and brother's did. I didn't even get to say good bye. I don't even know if she knew that I was leaving."

"That was five years ago, Kendall. We have a strict 'No DiBiase' policy. We aren't going," he repeated.

"This is her mother, John Felix. How can you deny her this? Would you want someone to deny you saying goodbye to me one last time?" Carol asked.

Tasha's POV

"God, I never thought I'd be back here," I whispered to Kendall as I held her hand tightly, "You saved me, Ken."

She shook her head, but didn't look at me, "John saved you. I can't even save myself."

The two of us took a deep breath as we walked up the steps and knocked on the front doors to the DiBiase mansion. There were obvious signs of the downfall of Ted DiBiase Sr. because the house was not as beautiful as it had been when we'd lived there. The paint was chipping off and it just looked dirty.

"Are you girls going to knock or are we just going to stand here all day?" John asked, grouchily, from behind us.

He'd finally agreed, after compromising with Kendall to leave Alanna, Noelle, and Nova at home with Matt and Colby, his wife. Keith was still too young to leave behind, but I think Kendall needed to have some sort of comfort with her as well. John had done nothing but complain the whole way down to Mississippi and I could tell it was messing with Kendall's head.

She reached a shaky arm out and paused for a moment before banging on the door to the house her family lived in. When she dropped her arm back down, Sean and John came up to flank our sides with Carol behind us holding Keith in his car seat. I could hear Kendall breathing, and I grabbed her hand again, I knew how she felt. I was just as afraid to be standing outside of this house as she was. We'd gone through so much here.

The door opened, showing a housemaid who'd been there for as long as Kendall could probably remember. The woman, Leah, smiled at us, recognizing Kendall right away and ushered all of us in before she went to find Mr. Ted. Apparently, according to Leah, he was just a wreck now that his wife was gone. One look at Kendall and I knew she wasn't believing that.

"Well, what do we have here?" a familiar, eerie voice asked from the floor above us.

I stepped closer to Sean, who wrapped an arm around my shoulders, as I said, "I don't want to be here anymore. Can we stay in a hotel?"

"Hotel, please," Kendall whispered, she hadn't moved from her spot and her eyes were wide as she looked up at her twin brother, "This was a mistake. I don't want to be back here."

"Brett, leave the Cena's alone. They are here as guests, for your mother's funeral. Don't disrespect her in the afterlife." I looked up and saw Kendall's dad walking toward us, his eyes locked with Kendall's.

"So that means the Barreta whore is still up for grabs," Brett called back, amusement in his tone.

"Actually no," Sean said, "We got married a month ago."

"I'm not a whore," I whispered harshly, elbowing Sean in his ribs.

John's POV

After what seemed like hours, Kendall finally broke eye contact with her dad and looked at the floor. She was shaking, and as I went to attempt to comfort her she flinched away from me. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by her dad or her brother, who snickered a bit.

"Ken-"

"Can we please leave?" she whispered so quiet I had to strain to hear her, "Please?"

I turned her, making her face me and took her face in my hands as I bent down to press our foreheads together, "Kendall you wanted to come here. We just got here, not even a second ago. I'm not leaving right this second."

"Kendall Grace," her dad's voice broke us out of our conversation, "Come here, let's talk."

The two of us walked closer to him, leaving my mom with Keith, Tasha and Sean still just inside the door. Her steps her slow, nervous, but he wasn't too far away from us. Kendall was more afraid of being here than she was of being home. It wasn't right, no one should be afraid of going to their childhood home.

"Father-"

"Has she been good?" the older man asked me, rewording when I gave him a confused look as I didn't understand his question, "Has she been a good wife? I've heard rumors; I want to be sure they aren't true."

I nodded slowly, "Yes, she's been fine."

"Fine?" he scoffed, "You've only been fine? Did nothing I teach you stick in that stupid brain of yours, Kendall? Wait, of course it didn't. It never did, you're too dumb to understand anything."

"I've tried-"

"You shouldn't have to try, you should only do. You don't ask questions, you don't talk unless talked to, you do everything you're told. How hard is that to understand?" he asked her, his talked to her as if he was scolding a young child.

"It isn't, I'm sorry, Father," Kendall answered quietly, looking down at her feet.

"It shouldn't be, but you seem to have made it so," he shook his head, disapprovingly; "I heard you started problems with Hunter Helmsley. Is that true?"

Kendall shook her head quickly, finally looking up at her dad, "No, I didn't start it-"

"So there were problems? You said 'it'. You had a problem with Helmsley. Did you cheat on John?"

"Alright, I think that's enough interrogation of my wife," I said, stepping in, seeing how uncomfortable Kendall was.

"No, I want to know. Did my daughter cheat on you?" the man repeated his question.

"No, she didn't. He raped her," I answered, "But he's been dealt with, I dealt with him."

"She probably deserved it," that voice from above called down to us again and I growled in response.

"Brett, bring Mike down here and the two of you take the Cena's to their rooms. I believe Kendall can use her old room," Ted said.

"Does that mean the Baretta whore can use her old room? Because that is always a good time."

"She's married," Sean reiterated.

"I am not a whore, Sean!"