Author's Note: Alright people, here's the next chapter... hope you enjoy... calm down Heather... LOL

**Confrontations**

I couldn't believe it. It was still something that made me feel like everything was spinning. Nothing seemed real. Dad was supposed to love Sara! How could he do this to her?! As pissed as I was, and as confused I was, I didn't want to talk to him about it. John sighed and walked up behind me; he started massaging my shoulders, "You need to talk to him." I whined and shook my head, "You do it." John shook his head, "You saw him, you need to talk to him about it." I sighed, I knew John was right, but I didn't want to get into it with my Dad, and I knew damn well that's what was going to happen. I sighed as I sat down on the bench in the dressing room, "How can I talk to him about this? He's gonna be so pissed off at me." John sighed and kissed my cheek, "Look, your Dad is going to have to deal with it. He fucked up here, not you." I nodded slowly and placed my hand on my stomach. John laid his hand on top of mine and smiled gently before kissing my cheek, "I love you." I sighed, "I love you too." I looked at him, begging him, "Please, talk to him for me." John sighed and shook his head, "Sorry babe, but you need to talk to him about this." I groaned and laid my head on his shoulder.
I finally decided to talk to Dad about it. John was very convincing at times. I stopped outside his office and sighed. I slowly raised my hand to knock on the door. Dad yelled 'Come in' and I did so. I knew that Miranda was off tutoring Mark, but I didn't want to walk in on anything again. Dad smiled at me, "Angel, I told you, you don't need to knock." I sighed and looked at the floor, "Well, I think it's a good idea if I do." Dad looked at me confused, "What's wrong?" I looked up at him and spoke very quietly, "I saw you." Dad looked nervous, and I knew that he knew damn well what I was talking about. He turned and didn't look at me, "What are you talkin' about?" I got angry, "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about! I saw you fuckin' her!" Dad turned sharply and stared at me, "Watch your tone!" I glared at him, "Don't tell me what to do! I'm a grown woman, I'm married, and I've got kids! I don't need you tellin' me what the fuck to do!" Dad crossed the space between us quickly and stared down at me, "Don't talk to me like that girl! I'm your father!" "I am NOT girl god damn it! And don't you look at me like that! You fucked her! I saw you! How could you fuckin' do that?! What about Sara?! What about Sierra?! How could you do somethin' like that?!" Dad turned from me, his voice was calm now, "You wouldn't understand." I put my hands on my hips, right now, I didn't feel like I was pregnant, "Well, I'm willin' to hear your bullshit excuse!" Dad stopped and looked at me, like I was way out of line, maybe I was, but he deserved every bit of it, "Bullshit excuse?! You don't have a fuckin' clue!" I narrowed my eyes, I was really pissed off now, "What?! Sara been fuckin' around on you?!" "No," his voice was quiet and I could barely hear him. My body began shaking, I was so mad, "Then WHY?!" Dad shook his head as he sat down on the edge of his desk, "I don't need to explain myself to you." I swallowed, tears were building, but it wasn't because I was sad, it was because I was pissed, "Well, I hope you fuckin' enjoyed yourself, because that bitch is gone! You fuckin' hear me?! Gone!" Dad shot up and glared at me, "I swear to God Angel, if you don't watch your mouth..." "Fuck you Dad!" I wish I could have taken that back the moment I said it, but I couldn't. Dad just stared at me in shock. The shock finally wore away and he got pissed. He backed me against a wall and was right in my face, "What?!" I was silent, and God's honest truth, I was scared. Dad pinned me between his arms, "Don't you ever fuckin' talk to me like that again." I tried my hardest to look mad, but I knew he could see right through it. He could sense the fear, Dad was always good like that. I was finally able to speak, "Either you tell Sara, or I'm goin' to." Dad glared at me, "You wouldn't." I smirked, "You wanna fuckin' bet? She doesn't deserve to be treated this way. You deserves someone better than you." I couldn't believe I was saying this, it sounded like a different person. I got in Dad's face, "I swear on my life, if you don't tell her, I'm going to." Dad stared at me, "Get outta here." I nodded and pushed him away from me, "Gladly." I opened the door to his office and made sure I slammed it hard when I left. As I was walking down the hall, my mind had registered everything that happened, and the way Dad just dismissed me like I was nothing. I stopped and slid down the wall to the floor. I began sobbing uncontrollably.
I don't know how long I was there, but when I looked up, John was standing over me. He quickly kneeled down, "What happened?" I swallowed and began to tell him. I could see the anger rising in him, and knew he was going to rip Dad a new one. Before I could stop him, he stormed off down the hall toward Dad's office.

********* John's POV *********

I left my dressing room, to find Angel. She had been gone for a while now, and I was starting to get worried. I turned down the hall toward Mark's office, and that's when I saw her. Sitting on the floor bawling her eyes out. She looked up at me, and I kneeled down. I swallowed, "What happened?" She sighed and began to tell me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I got so pissed off. No one, and I mean no one, treats MY wife that way! I knew that Angel wanted me to keep quiet, but like hell I was going to. I straightened up and cracked my neck before storming off down the hall.
I didn't even bother knocking on the door. I just stormed in and saw Mark sitting behind his desk, working like nothing had happened. He looked up at me from the papers he was looking over and I was glaring harshly at him. I walked over to his desk and slammed my hands down, "Who in the hell do you think you are?" Mark stood up and walked around to face me. I straightened up and looked him right in the eye. He was trying to intimidate me, but I wasn't going to let him. He finally spoke, his voice had no remorse, "You gotta problem?" I nodded, "Yeah I got a problem. Where the fuck do you get off talkin' to MY wife like that?!" Mark stepped closer to me, "It's none of your business." I pushed him back away from me, "Bullshit it's not my business! You see Mark, unlike you, I care about MY wife!" "What did you just say?" "You fuckin' heard me! And don't try to fuck with me, it isn't going to work!" "Boy..." "You better watch who the fuck you call boy Mark! Cause I sure as shit ain't a boy anymore!" "Yeah, yeah, you're a grown man, who needs to learn to mind his own business!" "You are fuckin' my son's tutor! You wanna treat my wife like she's nothing?! Fuck you Mark! You need to think about what really matters to you! Your family, or some loose, fuckin' 30 somethin' tutor!" Mark got in my face, "What did you fuckin' say?!" "You fuckin' heard me! What, you gonna hit me?! Big bad ass Undertaker, you gonna fuckin' hit me?! Go right ahead!" Mark just balled his fist, and I waited. He sighed and shook his head before loosening his hand. I nodded, "You better apologize to Angel, and tell Sara." Mark glared at me as I walked out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Man, he pissed me off.

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