Hi guys!! Sorry this took me so long, but I've been REALLY busy with
coursework recently. Thanks to that I might have to skip a bit of the storyline
later on but I will (eventually) get back up-to-date soon. And big thanks to everyone
who keeps reviewing; it's you guyz who keep me going!! Claire xxx
"Hmm…" I murmured, being slowly awakened by someone gently brushing my hair out of my face. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Kurt gazing down on me with that adorable half-smile only he can do.
"Hi Kurt" I murmured sleepily, unable to break eye contact with those gorgeous blue eyes. Something began to tug at my memory but I pushed it away. After all, how many times would I get to start the day this perfectly?
"Hi Princess, sleep well?" he
replied using my Dad's nickname for me. That buried memory was definitely
banging for some attention; my head was throbbing.
"I'm fine…I really – Holy
Shit!!!" I shrieked, realising exactly what that memory was – I was
going to have to fight my Dad that night!
"Stephanie, what is it? What's
wrong?? You know you can tell me anything – Please, just let me help you!!"
Kurt begged as I ran around the room finding my stuff, hyperventilating and
crying as I went.
"Last night – Dad, angry –
Fighting him tonight – She's a slut! – All Trish's fault" I cried when Kurt
finally grabbed me and made me stand still long enough to explain.
"Maybe he'll have calmed down by
now and have realised what a big mistake he's made." He suggested hopefully.
"After all he has had a chance to cool down by now."
"You don't know my Dad like I do,
Kurt. If he wants to fight then I'm gonna have to fight." I replied sadly,
letting him hug me.
"You don't know my Dad, William,
like I do. If he wants to fight then we're gonna have to as well." I informed
Regal as he waited for my father to arrive. Deja vu or what?
"But surely Mrs Helmsley, he'll
listen to reason and can be persuaded to reconsider" begged Regal desperately.
"William, aren't you listening to
me; he won't change his mind!! Now go and change, hurry we're on
soon!!!!"
I later found out that that
kiss-up Regal had gone and found my Dad and had tried to butt-kiss his way out
of the match; not that it had worked of course. So, against my better
judgement, I decided to go and have a try myself.
I should have listened to my
better judgement. Personally I think that I performed my little speech really
well and if it had been Shane then I would have been let off the hook
immediately. But (unfortunately) my Dad isn't Shane.
I started off by pointing out that
(in true McMahon style) I didn't have a problem with wrestling that night and
had no problem whatsoever with wrestling Trish (note to self:
should really have missed out the point about me totally beating her the night
before as that undid all the good work I had done before). I then asked him the
question that had been bugging me all day; "But Dad, what'll happen if it comes
down to me and you in the ring?"
"Then Steph, I guess we'll just
get it on" he replied.
I looked over into the corner of
the room and that's when I saw it, that big bucket of slop. I gulped, loudly.