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"Don't you want to know how I found out?" Stephanie questioned me a few days after I saw my dad. "You never asked me."
I stopped what I was doing and glared in her direction. She and I haven't talked since that night I blurted everything out in the middle of hallway. Did she really think after three weeks of not talking that everything would go back to normal between us? Don't get me wrong, Stephanie is a good friend of mine, but at this point, I didn't even want to talk to her, let alone see her.
"I don't care."
"Look, I didn't mean for everything to happen the way it did, but you did kind of bring it on yourself." She carefully said. It almost sounded like she was unsure of herself.
I dropped that night's script for Raw on the table and looked at her. She shrank back when I glared hatefully at her. It was well known that I had a temper that I could control, it was also well known that if I was pushed enough I would snap without hesitation.
"I didn't bring anything on myself. Our plan was to wait it out for a little while longer, and the we were going to tell everyone. But no," I shouted, "you just had to keep badgering me and find out what was going on in my life. In your own Stephanie way, you had to know what was going on because you can't keep your fucking nose out of anyone's business. From what I can tell, everything has to be your way. If nothing goes your way, then you have to bother everybody. You did that to me. Week after week, I had to listen to you and your God damned suspicions about Randy and I. I constantly had to listen to you bash my boyfriend, when all I wanted to do was smack you. Had you not stuck your nose where it didn't belong, then none of this would be happening. Randy and I would have told everybody when we wanted to. My dad and I would still be on speaking terms. But no, that didn't happen all because Stephanie had to have her way. As far as I'm concerned, you brought all of this on, not me."
Her face had reddened with either anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell which. Nervously, she glanced around catering to make sure nobody was around. But much to her disappointment, my outburst had caught the attention of superstars and stagehands. Every single one of them had a look of shock on their faces. No one had ever talked to any of the McMahon family like that.
"Oh you're right, I brought this on. I'm the one that told you to go fuck Randy Orton. I'm the one that told you to give him a chance. I'm the one that told you to start dating him." She shot back with, regaining her wits about her. "I gave you chance after chance to tell me the truth. Every time we talked and I brought it up, you lied. You had a chance every time, but you never took it. When Paul and I were talking about this, he even mentioned asking you and you lied to him too. Think hard about that, Adrianna. Am I really the reason why your dad won't talk to you? Maybe if you thought harder about your decisions then none of this would be going on. You screwed yourself over and now you're suffering the consequences. It's all your fault!"
"Had you not been a nosey bitch, then I could have told my dad before you did. But no, you in all your fucking glory had to run to him and report everything!"
"I should have put a fucking stop to all of this a long time ago. I should have dropped the storyline when I saw you and Randy making out in the hotel in London months ago. But, I didn't think much of it then. Thinking back to that night now, I should have said something or started pressing for information right after that moment." She snapped back with. "And then, the funniest thing happened a three weeks ago, I was looking at a dirtsheet website for the hell of it, but then something interesting popped up. Curious, I clicked on the link and it led me to an image of you and Randy kissing in some park. Imagine my surprise when I saw that image and then heard your words of denial. Apparently, some fan saw you two and thought it would be something interesting to report, and it was to be honest. When I saw that image, I knew I had to get the truth from you. I thought it was going to be hard, but as it turns out that wasn't much of a challenge. All I had to do was ask you two more times and you cracked. However, I didn't expect you to blurt it in front of the entire arena."
I wanted to smack the smirk off her face. Who was she to do all of this?
"You fucking bitch!" I yelled. "Randy and I got into a huge fight that night, I thought we were on the verge of breaking up because of you."
"See, there you go again. You can't blame me for your problems." She said calmly. "All those times I asked you, I was trying to save you from this, but you chose to ignore me. You can't blame me for your mistakes."
Slowly, I got up and grabbed my script. I had just finished pushing the chair in when she grabbed my arm and turned me so that I was facing her. "You know I'm right."
I tugged my arm from her grasp. "No, I know that you're full of shit. What I say is true, despite what you think. This conversation is over. Judging by everything that was said just now, I no longer want to see or speak to you. The only people that I want to see are my father and my sisters. To me, you are no longer family."
"You can't dismiss me from the family. No matter what you do, I'm always going to be there." She said softly. "If you would just realize that I was trying to help you, then things wouldn't have to be like this. Please, just take the time to think about everything. You'd realize that I'm right and that your father is right when he says that Randy is using you."
"I LOVE HIM!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. "He's not the person you think he is. Stephanie, you don't see what I see."
"No, no, Adrianna, he's not the person you think he is. Randy is a manipulative son of a bitch who only worries about himself. He's not good for you, he'll hurt you. Believe me, you can do so much better than him."
"Like I said, I only want to see my dad and my sisters. From this moment on, you're nothing to me." I said as I started walking away.
"Yeah, if your dad will want to talk to you anyway!" She shouted after me.
I froze in my tracks. This whole spat, for the lack of a better word with my father, was a touchy subject with me. Anytime it was mentioned, I could feel another piece of my heart breaking. I love my dad, and not once have we ever fought about anything so big. Because of how I felt, Randy never mentioned anything, especially after I told him what happened when I saw him. Slowly, I turned around, a look of utter anger, frustration, and hurt on my face.
"Do you care to repeat that?" I stepped towards her.
"If your dad will talk to you anyway." She repeated, smirking.
The next few seconds happened so fast, I didn't know what was going on. If I had known, then I would have been able to stop myself, but I didn't. Before anyone could do anything to stop me, my hand connected with Stephanie's face. Instantly, her head snapped to the side from the force of my slap. Slowly, she turned her head back to me. The entire right side of her face was red. Her lips were quivering, tears clouded her eyes.
It was then that I realized things would never be the same between us.
//
"Baby, why did you slap her?" Randy asked me later that night. "You do know that she isn't going to let this go, right?"
Silently, I nodded as I unzipped my suitcase. By the time Raw had started, word had gotten out about mine and Stephanie's confrontation. There were multiple stories going around, each one even more exaggerated than the last.
"She just pissed me of so much, I couldn't control myself." I mumbled. My fight with her wasn't exactly the proudest moment of my life. "I guess with everything that has been going on, I just couldn't handle anything anymore."
"I'm sorry." Randy came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "Paul will come around eventually. Like you said, he just needs time to adjust to you and I being together. As for Stephanie, I don't like her, but you two were close at one point, don't lose that. Like your dad, she just has to get use to it."
"Randy," I whined,"it's my life and I should be able to date who I want. Why should they be so worried about who I'm with?"
"My dad didn't like any of my sister's boyfriends, hell, he didn't even like my brother in law the first time my sister brought him home."
"Randy, what does that have to do with us?"
"I have a point, I promise." He said as he continued to rub my shoulders. "Anytime, she brought a guy home, my dad would treat them like total shit. It got to the point to where she purposely made sure her boyfriends met my mom, but not my dad. Becky didn't understand why he was like that until about three years after she got married. You see, in my dad's mind, she was still his little girl. She wasn't 25 and getting ready to start her own life with her husband. In my dad's eyes, she was still five years old and asking my dad to help her tie her shoes. Whenever Becky brought a guy home, my dad would scare them because he thought that since she had her boyfriends, she didn't need her father anymore."
Everything he said made sense. Whenever my dad met any of my boyfriends, he would be play up to the intimidating father type. He would scare them so badly, that after a few dates, they wouldn't come near me anymore. Back then, I didn't realize why he was doing it, but I do now.
"I get what you mean." I replied. "I just don't understand Steph's part in all of this."
"The feeling is mutual."
I sighed as I gently pushed myself into his embrace. His arms automatically wrapped around me as he held me. For the next few moments, we stood in silence as I thought about everything that has happened over the last few months.
"I guess I'll just give my dad some time to get use to you and I."
"And Stephanie?"
"I'm not talking to her until she apologizes to me."
He gently turned me around and laid a sweet gentle kiss on my lips. "Let's get some sleep."
//
The next day, Randy and I had met up with John, Ted, and Cody for lunch. Their choice of conversation, my fight with Stephanie. It had only been one day, and already, I was sick of hearing about it. I was there, I knew what happened. There was no reason to tell me every single version of the story that came out.
"I can't believe you slapped her." Ted said as the waitress set his order in front of him. "You do realize that she can have you fined and suspended?"
"Honestly Ted, I don't give a damn." I shrugged. "What she does or says is the least of my worries."
"You could lose your title push." Cody pointed out.
"I couldn't care less."
"Ry, you've been busting your ass off since you got into the WWE to get to this point." John said. "Don't ruin it."
"John, all of this that is going on isn't business, it's personal. She made it personal when she decided to butt into my life, and she made it personal when she decided to comment on what's going on between myself and my dad."
"But she's going to make it business. When you slapped her Adri, you could have very much ruined your chance." Randy said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "I'm sorry about that."
"Why?"
"Because none of this would be happening right now if we weren't together."
"Please don't blame yourself for this, Randy. I don't blame you for this at all. Believe me, if it wasn't this, it would have been something else." I reassured him.
He nodded as he stole a few fries from my plate. The weak smile on his face told me he believed otherwise. I made a mental note to talk to him about everything later. This wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have in front of everyone else.
"Have you talked to Paul at all?" Ted questioned.
"I tried on to on Saturday, but I failed miserably. I was probably there for fifteen minutes before he told me to leave. He just needs time to get use to everything."
Everyone nodded in agreement. That was the end of that conversation. Quickly, we all fell into conversation about Summerslam in a few weeks. I smiled as I listened to Randy talk about how excited he was that he would ultimately retain the title.
Shortly after that, we all finished lunch and went our separate ways.
When we got upstairs to our room, I checked my phone and saw that I had voicemail from Vince. He never called, so I knew he got wind of yesterday's events. No good was going to come of this.
//
As predicted, no good came of my meeting with Vince. I was told that I had acted very rudely and unprofessional. He told me that the professional thing to do would have been to walk away and ignore everything. I found it funny that he was only reprimanding me for my actions, especially since she was the one who pretty much started the argument by taunting me. Something else that I found funny was that she was nowhere to be seen.
I was told that I was losing my title push and that I was being put in a match against Jillian Hall. Since, I had disrespected one of my bosses by verbally and physically assaulting her (and I use the term assaulting loosely here), I was told I would lose to Jillian in a short match where she would roll me up for the win. Then, after that match, my suspension of three months was to start.
Upon hearing the news, I quit.