Kayla sat on her recliner leaning back into the heating pad. Okay, so she
was in a bit more pain than she let on. So what? She sighed as she felt the
heat begin to relax her abused muscles. Her fingers went to her bruised
cheek and she winced at the gentle contact. Oh Test was going to pay.
Several hours later she was still in the chair, the heating pad moved down to her lower back as she flipped through channels on TV. She cursed softly when the phone rang. Dragging herself out of her comfy chair she headed into the kitchen to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's your father, Kayla." From the tone of his voice he was anything but happy with her at the moment.
"Hello, Daddy." Kayla greeted him respectfully.
"What are you thinking, Kayla?" He father asked her, "Wrestling? Are you out of your mind?!"
"Daddy," Kayla tried to calm her father, "They're paying me 1.5 million a year. If I do well Vince McMahon has promised to make me his heir. And the wrestlers, most of them are really nice Daddy."
"I don't even want to know how you came in contact with them, Kayla," Mr. McIntyre told her, "But it is going to stop."
"I can't back out, Daddy," Kayla told him fighting back her rising anger, "I have a contract."
"You can and you will." Mr. McIntyre informed her. "I will not have my daughter parading around with a bunch of hoodlums in spandex!"
"I won't!" Kayla burst out loosing her grip on her anger. "And they're not hoodlums. They're my friends. They care about seeing me happy, unlike you!"
"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" Her father snapped into the phone. "I am your father and you will do what I tell you."
"No I won't!" Kayla snapped back. "I'm twenty-one years old, I'll do whatever I damn well please!"
"So be it," her father growled, "From this moment on, you are no longer my daughter."
"What?!" Kayla gasped in shock.
"You heard me. Consider yourself disowned." Her father told her gruffly, "I will continue to pay for your apartment out of respect for your mother but other than that I don't want to have anything to do with you. You will not tarnish your family's name."
"Daddy . . ." Kayla whispered not understanding how this conversation had gotten so out of hand so fast.
"You're on your own now." Kayla's father hung up with a click.
Kayla was left staring at the phone as the cold hard truth made itself known. Because she refused to go along with their perfect little plans for her, her father had turned his back on her. Slowly, mechanically, Kayla hung up the phone and walking back into the living room sank into her chair.
The dam burst as one by one the tears began to fall from her eyes and she began to sob as the pain of her abandonment set in. Her small body was wracked with sobs as frustrated, angry, hurt tears made their way down her cheeks.
"Kayla?" The redhead froze and lifted her head to find Edge standing in the hallway regarding her with concerned eyes. He leaned heavily against the wall obviously exhausted by the short walk from the bedroom to the living room.
"You shouldn't be up!" she exclaimed rushing to his side.
"I heard you crying." Edge told her as she carefully wrapped an arm around his waist to help steady him.
"It's nothing." Kayla told him even as more tears fell from her eyes. She looked away. "We need to get you back to bed."
Edge reached out and took her chin gently in his hand. "Tell me."
Kayla sighed. "Only if you get back to bed."
Edge nodded. "Fair enough." Together they made their way back and Kayla hurriedly got Edge back into bed. Once he was settled Edge reached out and took her hand in his. "Now, tell me."
Kayla sighed and wiped away her tears only to have them quickly replaced by more. "That was my father." She told him. "He called about my involvement in the WWF."
"Let me guess," Edge began reaching out to stroke her hair, "He wasn't happy."
Kayla laughed bitterly. "To say the least. Daddy, ordered me to quit and I told him I wouldn't." She trailed off her sobs increasing. When she looked up, the pain in her eyes took Edge aback. "He disowned me, Edge."
"He what?!" Edge was astonished.
"He said that I was no longer his daughter," Kayla sniffled. "He said he'd keep u-up the payments for my apartment because of my mother, but other than that I was on my own."
Edge opened his arms, "Come here, Beautiful." Kayla accepted his embrace laying down next to him and resting her head on his chest. "I'm so sorry."
"How c-could he?" Kayla whispered, "I'm his daughter. The WWF is a big chance for me. He should be proud."
"I'm sure he'll come around." Edge tried to console her.
"I'm not so sure," she replied softy, "Daddy is a proud man. His pride won't let him take it back."
Edge kissed the top of her head. "I know we can't replace your family, but you'll always have us."
Kayla looked up at him and though she couldn't speak for the tears he saw the gratitude in her eyes. He gently eased her back down to lie against his chest and he held her until she cried herself to sleep and then joined her in dreamland.
Several hours later she was still in the chair, the heating pad moved down to her lower back as she flipped through channels on TV. She cursed softly when the phone rang. Dragging herself out of her comfy chair she headed into the kitchen to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's your father, Kayla." From the tone of his voice he was anything but happy with her at the moment.
"Hello, Daddy." Kayla greeted him respectfully.
"What are you thinking, Kayla?" He father asked her, "Wrestling? Are you out of your mind?!"
"Daddy," Kayla tried to calm her father, "They're paying me 1.5 million a year. If I do well Vince McMahon has promised to make me his heir. And the wrestlers, most of them are really nice Daddy."
"I don't even want to know how you came in contact with them, Kayla," Mr. McIntyre told her, "But it is going to stop."
"I can't back out, Daddy," Kayla told him fighting back her rising anger, "I have a contract."
"You can and you will." Mr. McIntyre informed her. "I will not have my daughter parading around with a bunch of hoodlums in spandex!"
"I won't!" Kayla burst out loosing her grip on her anger. "And they're not hoodlums. They're my friends. They care about seeing me happy, unlike you!"
"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" Her father snapped into the phone. "I am your father and you will do what I tell you."
"No I won't!" Kayla snapped back. "I'm twenty-one years old, I'll do whatever I damn well please!"
"So be it," her father growled, "From this moment on, you are no longer my daughter."
"What?!" Kayla gasped in shock.
"You heard me. Consider yourself disowned." Her father told her gruffly, "I will continue to pay for your apartment out of respect for your mother but other than that I don't want to have anything to do with you. You will not tarnish your family's name."
"Daddy . . ." Kayla whispered not understanding how this conversation had gotten so out of hand so fast.
"You're on your own now." Kayla's father hung up with a click.
Kayla was left staring at the phone as the cold hard truth made itself known. Because she refused to go along with their perfect little plans for her, her father had turned his back on her. Slowly, mechanically, Kayla hung up the phone and walking back into the living room sank into her chair.
The dam burst as one by one the tears began to fall from her eyes and she began to sob as the pain of her abandonment set in. Her small body was wracked with sobs as frustrated, angry, hurt tears made their way down her cheeks.
"Kayla?" The redhead froze and lifted her head to find Edge standing in the hallway regarding her with concerned eyes. He leaned heavily against the wall obviously exhausted by the short walk from the bedroom to the living room.
"You shouldn't be up!" she exclaimed rushing to his side.
"I heard you crying." Edge told her as she carefully wrapped an arm around his waist to help steady him.
"It's nothing." Kayla told him even as more tears fell from her eyes. She looked away. "We need to get you back to bed."
Edge reached out and took her chin gently in his hand. "Tell me."
Kayla sighed. "Only if you get back to bed."
Edge nodded. "Fair enough." Together they made their way back and Kayla hurriedly got Edge back into bed. Once he was settled Edge reached out and took her hand in his. "Now, tell me."
Kayla sighed and wiped away her tears only to have them quickly replaced by more. "That was my father." She told him. "He called about my involvement in the WWF."
"Let me guess," Edge began reaching out to stroke her hair, "He wasn't happy."
Kayla laughed bitterly. "To say the least. Daddy, ordered me to quit and I told him I wouldn't." She trailed off her sobs increasing. When she looked up, the pain in her eyes took Edge aback. "He disowned me, Edge."
"He what?!" Edge was astonished.
"He said that I was no longer his daughter," Kayla sniffled. "He said he'd keep u-up the payments for my apartment because of my mother, but other than that I was on my own."
Edge opened his arms, "Come here, Beautiful." Kayla accepted his embrace laying down next to him and resting her head on his chest. "I'm so sorry."
"How c-could he?" Kayla whispered, "I'm his daughter. The WWF is a big chance for me. He should be proud."
"I'm sure he'll come around." Edge tried to console her.
"I'm not so sure," she replied softy, "Daddy is a proud man. His pride won't let him take it back."
Edge kissed the top of her head. "I know we can't replace your family, but you'll always have us."
Kayla looked up at him and though she couldn't speak for the tears he saw the gratitude in her eyes. He gently eased her back down to lie against his chest and he held her until she cried herself to sleep and then joined her in dreamland.
