She remembered her father was practicing a couple of the wrestling moves
from television with her, but then everything went dark. The next thing she
knew she was being slapped rather harshly about the face.
"Damn it girl get up, if the doctors get suspicious you won't live to see your eighteenth birthday." That brought her out of it quite quickly.
"What happened?"
"I thought I taught you to expect the unexpected in the ring."
"Well who the hell would think to expect a chair to the head by their own father?"
He slapped her face very harshly. "Don't sass me girl, don't blame me for your not learning the simplest lessons." She'd been slapped so many times in her short life she didn't really feel it anymore, all she felt was pissed.
"Yes sir."
"That's more like it, now you better think of something to tell these people quick, because if you even think about--."
"Damn it I'm not deaf I heard you and felt it the first time."
"Watch your tone with me child."
Resorting to the response she always used when she was ready to blow she used her most emotionless tone. "Yes sir."
Doctor Damron just finished up checking out a possible concussion on a couple of WWF wrestlers when he decided to see if young Belle Brennan had come around. He opened the door already in better spirits to see the young girl awake. "Miss Brennan, lovely to see you awake again."
"It's been awhile Greg."
"Unfortunately not long enough."
"Why Gregory, one would think you'd tired of my company." Gregory Damron was only a few years older than herself, and even though she caught hell for it every time she usually did flirt with him during her frequent trips to the hospital.
"So, what happened this time?" Greg, as well as all the other doctors, knew that Derrick hit her, but they also knew that she was a really tough girl, and she completely refused to tell them anything about it.
"I fell off the trampoline." Well, that was a new excuse on him. Although, it was perfectly logical, you could see her on the damn thing every time you got near her house, and while Derrick was less than the model father, materially at least, she was VERY well provided for.
"Well, you'll need to keep that brace on your wrist for three weeks and you'll need to come back the Wednesday after next to get the stitches out of your neck."
"No problem Greg."
"I'll take care of her Doctor."
Turning away to scribble down a pain medication prescription he muttered, "I'm sure you will." Pulling the prescription off the pad he placed it gently into Belle's fingers. "Now, this is for Vikadin, you'll need to take one tablet every six to eight hours as needed." Knowing the next part would be disregarded he plodded on bravely. "Now, we want to keep you overnight for observation--."
"Greg."
"I know, just sign the waivers." Belle and Derrick placed their names by the indication marks and Belle climbed out of bed to get changed in the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom Belle closed and locked the door. Just as she always did she threw away the prescription and began pulling on the clean clothes her father brought for her. As she pulled the light blue jeans on she made sure to avoid jerking her wrist, which hurt like hell, and as she pulled the white spaghetti strap top over her head she had to fight not to scratch the stitches on her neck, stitches always inched like hell.
Quickly putting her red hair up in pigtails and applying some basic makeup she unlocked the door before yanking on her socks and shoes.
"Belle, ya almost done in there?"
"Be right out." She sprayed on a bit of her favorite body splash, happy, and walked back out to her dad.
"Are you all ready to go honey?"
"Can you get my bag?"
"Sure." Greg gave her a slight peck on the cheek and pushed the curly hair off her shoulder.
"The stitches come out in two weeks, we expect you back, until then, try to take it easy so you don't tear them."
"Yes sahib." She was an amazing young woman. He patted her butt as she walked out and she giggled all the way down the hall.
"You and GREG seem to be getting along well." That was the oddest thing about her father, aside from his brutal wrestling he was always sweet to her, as long as she could keep up with him in "his ring", a ring he'd constructed himself, she was all right, unfortunately that was HARD to do.
Belle Brennan was 5'5 in her socks and about 123 pounds on an average day. Derrick Brennan was 6'7 and 325 pounds of pure muscle, he had the same blue eyes as his daughter, but Belle didn't show any of her strength, while one look at Derrick and you would want to run screaming.
"Since, before today at least, you were doing well in our ring, I got you a present." Belle actually started to get excited, she didn't forgive him by any means, but his presents rocked, her last BIG present was her Sebring convertible, and the one before that had been putting the deed to their home in her name. "Now, you hardly deserve this, but here." He handed her an envelope.
With somewhat trembling hands she ripped the top open and nearly knocked him into the car as she saw what was inside. "Smackdown tickets. THANK YOU!!!" Since her dad always made her wrestle anyway she started paying attention to his shows to pick up some of the moves, it turned out that was one of her better ideas, she hadn't had a broken an arm in almost three years.
"Now, we've only got about two hours to get you home and ready, and I know you, so--."
"Can I drive home?" He tossed her the keys. She ran the rest of the way to his pickup and started it up. As soon as her father buckled his seatbelt Belle floored it, and they were home in fifteen minutes.
"Damn it girl get up, if the doctors get suspicious you won't live to see your eighteenth birthday." That brought her out of it quite quickly.
"What happened?"
"I thought I taught you to expect the unexpected in the ring."
"Well who the hell would think to expect a chair to the head by their own father?"
He slapped her face very harshly. "Don't sass me girl, don't blame me for your not learning the simplest lessons." She'd been slapped so many times in her short life she didn't really feel it anymore, all she felt was pissed.
"Yes sir."
"That's more like it, now you better think of something to tell these people quick, because if you even think about--."
"Damn it I'm not deaf I heard you and felt it the first time."
"Watch your tone with me child."
Resorting to the response she always used when she was ready to blow she used her most emotionless tone. "Yes sir."
Doctor Damron just finished up checking out a possible concussion on a couple of WWF wrestlers when he decided to see if young Belle Brennan had come around. He opened the door already in better spirits to see the young girl awake. "Miss Brennan, lovely to see you awake again."
"It's been awhile Greg."
"Unfortunately not long enough."
"Why Gregory, one would think you'd tired of my company." Gregory Damron was only a few years older than herself, and even though she caught hell for it every time she usually did flirt with him during her frequent trips to the hospital.
"So, what happened this time?" Greg, as well as all the other doctors, knew that Derrick hit her, but they also knew that she was a really tough girl, and she completely refused to tell them anything about it.
"I fell off the trampoline." Well, that was a new excuse on him. Although, it was perfectly logical, you could see her on the damn thing every time you got near her house, and while Derrick was less than the model father, materially at least, she was VERY well provided for.
"Well, you'll need to keep that brace on your wrist for three weeks and you'll need to come back the Wednesday after next to get the stitches out of your neck."
"No problem Greg."
"I'll take care of her Doctor."
Turning away to scribble down a pain medication prescription he muttered, "I'm sure you will." Pulling the prescription off the pad he placed it gently into Belle's fingers. "Now, this is for Vikadin, you'll need to take one tablet every six to eight hours as needed." Knowing the next part would be disregarded he plodded on bravely. "Now, we want to keep you overnight for observation--."
"Greg."
"I know, just sign the waivers." Belle and Derrick placed their names by the indication marks and Belle climbed out of bed to get changed in the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom Belle closed and locked the door. Just as she always did she threw away the prescription and began pulling on the clean clothes her father brought for her. As she pulled the light blue jeans on she made sure to avoid jerking her wrist, which hurt like hell, and as she pulled the white spaghetti strap top over her head she had to fight not to scratch the stitches on her neck, stitches always inched like hell.
Quickly putting her red hair up in pigtails and applying some basic makeup she unlocked the door before yanking on her socks and shoes.
"Belle, ya almost done in there?"
"Be right out." She sprayed on a bit of her favorite body splash, happy, and walked back out to her dad.
"Are you all ready to go honey?"
"Can you get my bag?"
"Sure." Greg gave her a slight peck on the cheek and pushed the curly hair off her shoulder.
"The stitches come out in two weeks, we expect you back, until then, try to take it easy so you don't tear them."
"Yes sahib." She was an amazing young woman. He patted her butt as she walked out and she giggled all the way down the hall.
"You and GREG seem to be getting along well." That was the oddest thing about her father, aside from his brutal wrestling he was always sweet to her, as long as she could keep up with him in "his ring", a ring he'd constructed himself, she was all right, unfortunately that was HARD to do.
Belle Brennan was 5'5 in her socks and about 123 pounds on an average day. Derrick Brennan was 6'7 and 325 pounds of pure muscle, he had the same blue eyes as his daughter, but Belle didn't show any of her strength, while one look at Derrick and you would want to run screaming.
"Since, before today at least, you were doing well in our ring, I got you a present." Belle actually started to get excited, she didn't forgive him by any means, but his presents rocked, her last BIG present was her Sebring convertible, and the one before that had been putting the deed to their home in her name. "Now, you hardly deserve this, but here." He handed her an envelope.
With somewhat trembling hands she ripped the top open and nearly knocked him into the car as she saw what was inside. "Smackdown tickets. THANK YOU!!!" Since her dad always made her wrestle anyway she started paying attention to his shows to pick up some of the moves, it turned out that was one of her better ideas, she hadn't had a broken an arm in almost three years.
"Now, we've only got about two hours to get you home and ready, and I know you, so--."
"Can I drive home?" He tossed her the keys. She ran the rest of the way to his pickup and started it up. As soon as her father buckled his seatbelt Belle floored it, and they were home in fifteen minutes.