Undeclared Future
Chapter Five(5/?)
Written by: Jen
Genre: Drama/Romance
General rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the WWE, their families. I do not own Tough Enough, nor am I affiliated with it. However, the characters
that I create and the story lines that I fabricate are mine. Please do not use them. If you want to use my story on your site, or anything of the sort, please contact me first. I am not affiliated with anyone in the WWE,
I do not know them. I am simply a fan.
Distribution: If you want to use my story on your website, please contact
me before posting it.
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"He was completely out of line, Ri! Ugh." Alyssa ran her hands over her face slowly, her feet resting in Riley's lap. It was the morning after she was critiqued by the judges. Or more so, by Mark Callaway.
"What did he even say to you?" She asked her slowly, her eyes resting on a seemingly stressed Alyssa.
"That I was passionless. And that--that nobody wants to pay to come to a show and see a mediocre entertainer with no passion." Her jaw clenched in remembrance. "He just." Alyssa paused as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Shouldn't he be, I don't know-trying to help?"
"Maybe he was, in his own way."
"Maybe."
"Ri, I have to tell you something. About-" Her eyes closed slowly at the sound of the doorbell. "I'll get that." She told her, grabbing a french fry off of her plate, popping it in her mouth as she swung her legs off of Riley's lap and made her way to the door, pulling it open.
Her heart stopped.
"Mark." She spoke, her tone one of absolute surprise. "Uhm, h-hi." Alyssa pursed her lips together silently as she looked at the large man standing in the doorway. Silently, she tried to push away the anger that she as feeling for him just moments before.
"Alyssa." He paused for a moment as he looked down at her. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course. Come in." Alyssa stepped inside, allowing him into the house that she shared with the four others. "What brings you here?"
Mark slowly reached back into his jean pockets, pulling out the envelope that she had deposited onto his lap the previous day. A look of nervousness crossed her features as she saw the envelope, clearly addressed to Mark.
"Oh." She whispered, her voice nearly non-existent. Alyssa bit down on her lip, watching Riley give her a reassuring smile before disappearing into her bedroom.
"What I'm trying to figure out." He began as he pulled the card out of the envelope as he spoke, before his eyes landed on hers. "Is why you're inviting me to the July 4th cookout, if you know that I'm already invited, and that my family is coming."
Alyssa's breath caught in her throat.
"Well?" Mark felt an eyebrow raise involuntarily, wondering why she had yet to respond to his question.
"I didn't have anyone else to invite."
"So you invited me of all people? After yesterday, after-"
"I didn't do it for you." She told him sharply, the anger in her eyes evident.
"Then who did you do it for, Alyssa? I was going either way. Explain to me how you asking me has anything to do with-" He ran a hand through his short locks roughly, confusion washing over him.
"I did it for my mother. But I bet you don't remember her. Twenty years can make a person forget."
His forehead creased. "Your mother, I never-"
"You did. You met her. You had sex with her. You got her pregnant. Surprise, Daddy Dearest." Her eyes closed for a short moment, wiping her eyes roughly as her tears filled over, swallowing back the nausea that rose in her throat.
"You're trying to tell me that you're my daughter?"
"Brilliant of you to understand." Alyssa crossed the room, opening the sliding glass door, gazing outside.
"Look at me when you're speaking to me." Mark told her, his voice low, gripping her arm loosely and turning her around to face him. "I never got anyone pregnant. Nobody but my wife."
"How easily you forget! The name Alexandra Davis doesn't ring a bell?" Alyssa's eyes remained locked on him, watching his entire body tense in realization. It was his turn to become unnerved.
"She had an abortion." Mark's voice as low and quiet as he spoke but still holding the firmness that he so perfectly exuded.
"She didn't have an abortion. She told you that she did, she knew what you thought about having a baby. I mean, you wouldn't want to ruin your perfect future, right? One night with a seventeen-year-old girl." Alyssa's eyes closed slowly.
"I don't believe you." But how could she know about this woman that he'd impregnated twenty years ago if she wasn't her daughter? How could she carry the same last name?
"Believe what you want. I did what I had to do. I fulfilled my promise. You do what you want." Alyssa shook her head silently. "I'm dropping out of the competition. Have fun." She muttered, turning to walk away as tears quickly fell from her eyes.
Once again, he grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. "No. If you're dropping out, you tell Big, Al, Dustin. and everyone else. You owe it to them. Tell them at Trax tomorrow morning. You tell them that you've decided to be a coward." His voice was unsteady as he spoke.
"Well I learned from the best." Alyssa pursed her lips together, pulling her arm away from his grasp roughly, quickly entering the bedroom that he and Riley shared. "Ri." She whispered, a silent cry escaping her lips as she closed the door behind herself. "We need to talk."
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Alyssa walked into Trax the next day, her bag slung over her shoulder, wrestling gear packed away in her bag. She simply wore a ribbed red tank top, and a pair of jeans. She was going to quit today. She was going to leave them. She was going to go home.
What was home, though? Really. what was it? Was it "where the heart is"? Because if it was, Alyssa felt as though she wouldn't be there. If she left California, went back to her life in New York, things wouldn't be the same as when she had left. Her mother was dead. She had nobody there waiting for her. Nobody to go back to, to hold her in her arms and coax her when she needed it.
She silently brushed the stray tear from her cheek, her arms crossed over her chest as she approached the group. She couldn't look at Danny. At least she could glance at the others, she hadn't formed a bond with them like she had with Danny. He had helped her form a true love for the sport, made her see all the great things in it. He'd helped her when she needed it. He listened to her and let her cry.
He understood her. He understood where she was coming from, how she felt. He understood. God, how she wished she could stay. But she couldn't. Not with Mark. Not for that asshole of a father. Not only had he abandoned her before she was even born, but even now he denied her. He knew the truth; it was lying before him. Clear as day. He had a child, but he was too caught up in his perfect reality to see that.
"Alright guys, have a seat." Al instructed as he ran a hand through his long, dark locks. "Alyssa, why don't you pull your chair up front, face everyone. From what I hear, you have something you'd like to say."
"Yes, I do." Alyssa spoke quietly, dragging the folding chair across the cement floor, until she was facing the others. "This isn't an easy thing for me to say. This isn't-this isn't how I wanted this to go. This has been such an amazing experience. I've met some of the greatest people and-" She looked down silently for a moment, wiping at her tears roughly.
"Lyss." Danny trailed off slowly, his stomach knotting, fearing what she was going to say.
"I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry I've wasted your time, and taken the place of someone who could stick it out to the end. But I-I can't do that. There's too much involved, and. and I'm dropping out of the competition." She finished, her voice barely audible.
Alyssa lowered her head, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn't look at them. She couldn't face them.
Maybe Mark was right. Maybe she was a coward.
Chapter Five(5/?)
Written by: Jen
Genre: Drama/Romance
General rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the WWE, their families. I do not own Tough Enough, nor am I affiliated with it. However, the characters
that I create and the story lines that I fabricate are mine. Please do not use them. If you want to use my story on your site, or anything of the sort, please contact me first. I am not affiliated with anyone in the WWE,
I do not know them. I am simply a fan.
Distribution: If you want to use my story on your website, please contact
me before posting it.
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"He was completely out of line, Ri! Ugh." Alyssa ran her hands over her face slowly, her feet resting in Riley's lap. It was the morning after she was critiqued by the judges. Or more so, by Mark Callaway.
"What did he even say to you?" She asked her slowly, her eyes resting on a seemingly stressed Alyssa.
"That I was passionless. And that--that nobody wants to pay to come to a show and see a mediocre entertainer with no passion." Her jaw clenched in remembrance. "He just." Alyssa paused as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Shouldn't he be, I don't know-trying to help?"
"Maybe he was, in his own way."
"Maybe."
"Ri, I have to tell you something. About-" Her eyes closed slowly at the sound of the doorbell. "I'll get that." She told her, grabbing a french fry off of her plate, popping it in her mouth as she swung her legs off of Riley's lap and made her way to the door, pulling it open.
Her heart stopped.
"Mark." She spoke, her tone one of absolute surprise. "Uhm, h-hi." Alyssa pursed her lips together silently as she looked at the large man standing in the doorway. Silently, she tried to push away the anger that she as feeling for him just moments before.
"Alyssa." He paused for a moment as he looked down at her. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course. Come in." Alyssa stepped inside, allowing him into the house that she shared with the four others. "What brings you here?"
Mark slowly reached back into his jean pockets, pulling out the envelope that she had deposited onto his lap the previous day. A look of nervousness crossed her features as she saw the envelope, clearly addressed to Mark.
"Oh." She whispered, her voice nearly non-existent. Alyssa bit down on her lip, watching Riley give her a reassuring smile before disappearing into her bedroom.
"What I'm trying to figure out." He began as he pulled the card out of the envelope as he spoke, before his eyes landed on hers. "Is why you're inviting me to the July 4th cookout, if you know that I'm already invited, and that my family is coming."
Alyssa's breath caught in her throat.
"Well?" Mark felt an eyebrow raise involuntarily, wondering why she had yet to respond to his question.
"I didn't have anyone else to invite."
"So you invited me of all people? After yesterday, after-"
"I didn't do it for you." She told him sharply, the anger in her eyes evident.
"Then who did you do it for, Alyssa? I was going either way. Explain to me how you asking me has anything to do with-" He ran a hand through his short locks roughly, confusion washing over him.
"I did it for my mother. But I bet you don't remember her. Twenty years can make a person forget."
His forehead creased. "Your mother, I never-"
"You did. You met her. You had sex with her. You got her pregnant. Surprise, Daddy Dearest." Her eyes closed for a short moment, wiping her eyes roughly as her tears filled over, swallowing back the nausea that rose in her throat.
"You're trying to tell me that you're my daughter?"
"Brilliant of you to understand." Alyssa crossed the room, opening the sliding glass door, gazing outside.
"Look at me when you're speaking to me." Mark told her, his voice low, gripping her arm loosely and turning her around to face him. "I never got anyone pregnant. Nobody but my wife."
"How easily you forget! The name Alexandra Davis doesn't ring a bell?" Alyssa's eyes remained locked on him, watching his entire body tense in realization. It was his turn to become unnerved.
"She had an abortion." Mark's voice as low and quiet as he spoke but still holding the firmness that he so perfectly exuded.
"She didn't have an abortion. She told you that she did, she knew what you thought about having a baby. I mean, you wouldn't want to ruin your perfect future, right? One night with a seventeen-year-old girl." Alyssa's eyes closed slowly.
"I don't believe you." But how could she know about this woman that he'd impregnated twenty years ago if she wasn't her daughter? How could she carry the same last name?
"Believe what you want. I did what I had to do. I fulfilled my promise. You do what you want." Alyssa shook her head silently. "I'm dropping out of the competition. Have fun." She muttered, turning to walk away as tears quickly fell from her eyes.
Once again, he grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. "No. If you're dropping out, you tell Big, Al, Dustin. and everyone else. You owe it to them. Tell them at Trax tomorrow morning. You tell them that you've decided to be a coward." His voice was unsteady as he spoke.
"Well I learned from the best." Alyssa pursed her lips together, pulling her arm away from his grasp roughly, quickly entering the bedroom that he and Riley shared. "Ri." She whispered, a silent cry escaping her lips as she closed the door behind herself. "We need to talk."
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Alyssa walked into Trax the next day, her bag slung over her shoulder, wrestling gear packed away in her bag. She simply wore a ribbed red tank top, and a pair of jeans. She was going to quit today. She was going to leave them. She was going to go home.
What was home, though? Really. what was it? Was it "where the heart is"? Because if it was, Alyssa felt as though she wouldn't be there. If she left California, went back to her life in New York, things wouldn't be the same as when she had left. Her mother was dead. She had nobody there waiting for her. Nobody to go back to, to hold her in her arms and coax her when she needed it.
She silently brushed the stray tear from her cheek, her arms crossed over her chest as she approached the group. She couldn't look at Danny. At least she could glance at the others, she hadn't formed a bond with them like she had with Danny. He had helped her form a true love for the sport, made her see all the great things in it. He'd helped her when she needed it. He listened to her and let her cry.
He understood her. He understood where she was coming from, how she felt. He understood. God, how she wished she could stay. But she couldn't. Not with Mark. Not for that asshole of a father. Not only had he abandoned her before she was even born, but even now he denied her. He knew the truth; it was lying before him. Clear as day. He had a child, but he was too caught up in his perfect reality to see that.
"Alright guys, have a seat." Al instructed as he ran a hand through his long, dark locks. "Alyssa, why don't you pull your chair up front, face everyone. From what I hear, you have something you'd like to say."
"Yes, I do." Alyssa spoke quietly, dragging the folding chair across the cement floor, until she was facing the others. "This isn't an easy thing for me to say. This isn't-this isn't how I wanted this to go. This has been such an amazing experience. I've met some of the greatest people and-" She looked down silently for a moment, wiping at her tears roughly.
"Lyss." Danny trailed off slowly, his stomach knotting, fearing what she was going to say.
"I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry I've wasted your time, and taken the place of someone who could stick it out to the end. But I-I can't do that. There's too much involved, and. and I'm dropping out of the competition." She finished, her voice barely audible.
Alyssa lowered her head, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn't look at them. She couldn't face them.
Maybe Mark was right. Maybe she was a coward.
