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"So are you a hot or a hamburger?" Adam asked her with a soft laugh, handing her a plate.
Alyssa thanked him for the plate as she laughed at him, shaking her head slightly. "Neither, I'm not hungry." She glanced out of the corner of her eye, watching Mark with his wife, Sara.
Adam raised an eyebrow slowly at her. "Uh... burger." He told Al with a small nod once he was in front of Al.
"And for the lady?" Al asked, smiling at her.
"Nothing, thanks..." Alyssa shrugged her shoulders slowly, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"That's not how it works." He explained with a soft laugh. "You have to pick. Or I'll cry." Al told her, pouting at her for dramatic effect.
"Al..." Alyssa's nose wrinkled slowly. "I'm really not hungry. I'm just gonna have some fruit and then head inside." She gave Al a quick smile before walking past him and putting a few slices of orange, and strawberries on her plate.
"Kevin." Alyssa's eyes closed slowly at the stern, fatherly tone of Mark. "You apologize to Sara, and you sit down and eat." He instructed. Alyssa smiled slightly at the mumbled apology of the young boy. That was her younger half- brother... and to a point, she found herself envying the young boy and his older brother, Gunner.
"Alyssa? Alyssa..." She blinked rapidly, quickly bringing herself back to the present.
"Huh?"
"Are you alright?" Adam asked her with a slightly raised eyebrow, studying her intently. Alyssa simply nodded. "Mark said to bring you over to eat with everyone else. C'mon."
Alyssa tried swallowing the lump in her throat, but simply felt it grow at the attempt. Silently, Alyssa nodded, following behind Adam, standing uncomfortably behind him.
"Alyssa, Adam... sit down." Mark invited, smiling up at the two. Alyssa mustered a smile for effect, before seating herself at the table, looking down at her plate quietly. She chewed on her lip for a short moment before picking up a strawberry and taking a bite out of it.
"Alyssa, you haven't met my family yet, have you?" Alyssa simply shook her head as she looked up at him. Silently, she placed the strawberry back on her plate. She was beginning to feel repulsed.
"This is my wife, Sara... and my two sons, Gunner and Kevin."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Alyssa spoke quietly, rising to her feet a moment later. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take sitting there so civilly with him a moment longer.
"Where're you going?" Adam spoke as she rose to her feet.
"Oh, I—uh, just to get a drink, is all." Alyssa's eyes closed tightly as she spun on her heels and quickly approached the house. She was so glad that they'd decided to have the barbeque at the Tough Enough house. If they hadn't, she wouldn't have been able to at least attempt an escape. At least now she had a fighting chance.
Alyssa closed the sliding glass door behind herself before quickly making her way down the hallway, and directly to the bathroom. "I'm gonna be sick..." She mumbled quietly as she dropped to her knees, wiping roughly at the tears that had been threatening to fall down her cheeks for the last few minutes. Alyssa's eyes closed tightly, feeling the wave of nausea rise in her throat.
"Isn't this great?" She muttered to herself a long moment later as she rose to her feet. She flushed the toilet with a sniffle before rinsing her mouth out, and lightly rinsing her face. Alyssa let out a slow breath, sturdying herself with the sink.
"Not feeling well?" She heard a deep, masculine voice from behind her, in the open doorway to the bathroom.
Alyssa turned around, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes locking angrily on Mark's. She was sick and tired of this act of his. She was tired of playing along, acting as though this really wasn't tearing her apart inside. "Fuck you, Mark."
Alyssa pushed roughly past him, walking a few steps until Mark grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to him, firmly. "Care to repeat that?" He raised an eyebrow slowly at her.
"No thanks, I don't. I think you heard me loud and clear, didn't you, Mark?"
"Why is it that you have to screw up every good thing that happens to this group?" Mark challenged her, studying her face closely.
"Let go of my arm." She growled quietly, roughly pulling her arm out of his grasp. "And what, exactly is it that I've screwed up for everyone, Mark? Huh? Why don't you explain to me what these things are that I just seem to... compulsively do?"
"Everyone is having fun out there. You always have to create tension out of nothing!"
"They're having fun out there, which is why I came in here ALONE! I came here to get away, and no matter how hard I try I can never get away because either you or Al or—someone has to get in my face. And if you think this anger is out of nothing—"Alyssa paused for a short moment, forcing out a laugh. "Then you're dumber than I ever imagined."
Mark's jaw visibly clenched. "You're really pushing it, Alyssa. You're straddling the line, and in a moment there'll be no turning back."
Alyssa's forehead creased angrily. "You really think I care right now? Do you think that your threats mean anything to me right now? Be serious, Mark."
"Do you want to know what I honestly think?"
"No, what do you honestly think, Mark? Humor me here." She raised her eyebrows slowly at him. Honestly, what did she have to lose?
"I think that you're upset about your mother. Your upset that your mother died, and you had no other way to take out your anger than—this. Than picking one person to vent it out on continuously, and I just so happened to be the luck of the draw."
"You actually think I'm that fucked up, that I would just make this up? Make up the fact that I know you're my father?"
Mark simply shrugged his shoulders at her question. Alyssa let out a slow laugh. "What other explanation is there for this?"
"What other explanation is there? You're going to stand there and ask me what other explanation there is?!" Alyssa ran a hand roughly through her hair, angry eyes on Mark. Angry, upset eyes, nearly spilling over with tears. "The explanation that I'm going to give you is the truth, whether you want to believe it or not, Mark. You are my father. My mother told me you were my father when I was thirteen. We used to—"She closed her eyes slowly for a moment, quickly wiping at her eyes. "I never wanted to pursue a search. I never wanted to meet you, to have contact with you. But it was her wish. It was her dying wish that I come and meet you, come and meet the other part of my family.
"So I did. And that is the truth. I didn't make this up; I'm not a cruel person like you are trying to hard to believe. I'm not here to tear apart your family, as much as you want to believe that. I'm came here to find my father, and that's all."
Mark let out a slow breath, watching the young girl cry. He closed his eyes slowly. What if she was his daughter? What if Alexandra really hadn't gotten an abortion as she'd convinced him she was going to twenty years earlier? "How is it that I'm supposed to be so sure of you?"
"Al didn't know. Dustin didn't know. Big didn't know. Nobody knew. Nobody but you, and my mother. It was a secret. If it wasn't true, how would I know that she was a one-night thing, and when she came back, telling you that she was pregnant... you panicked, you demanded that she have an abortion? She knew how important it was to you that you were given the chance to be a wrestler. Your responsibility was secondary, but she took responsibility; she raised me, Mark, for nineteen years. Maybe it's your turn to take responsibility." Alyssa's eyes locked on Mark's for a long moment, for the first time since she'd told him who she was, seeing a vulnerability in his eyes; a realization. He was realizing that maybe he did have a daughter. Maybe he did have a beautiful daughter named Alyssa Marie Davis.
And maybe, just maybe... things may get even more complicated.
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"So are you a hot or a hamburger?" Adam asked her with a soft laugh, handing her a plate.
Alyssa thanked him for the plate as she laughed at him, shaking her head slightly. "Neither, I'm not hungry." She glanced out of the corner of her eye, watching Mark with his wife, Sara.
Adam raised an eyebrow slowly at her. "Uh... burger." He told Al with a small nod once he was in front of Al.
"And for the lady?" Al asked, smiling at her.
"Nothing, thanks..." Alyssa shrugged her shoulders slowly, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"That's not how it works." He explained with a soft laugh. "You have to pick. Or I'll cry." Al told her, pouting at her for dramatic effect.
"Al..." Alyssa's nose wrinkled slowly. "I'm really not hungry. I'm just gonna have some fruit and then head inside." She gave Al a quick smile before walking past him and putting a few slices of orange, and strawberries on her plate.
"Kevin." Alyssa's eyes closed slowly at the stern, fatherly tone of Mark. "You apologize to Sara, and you sit down and eat." He instructed. Alyssa smiled slightly at the mumbled apology of the young boy. That was her younger half- brother... and to a point, she found herself envying the young boy and his older brother, Gunner.
"Alyssa? Alyssa..." She blinked rapidly, quickly bringing herself back to the present.
"Huh?"
"Are you alright?" Adam asked her with a slightly raised eyebrow, studying her intently. Alyssa simply nodded. "Mark said to bring you over to eat with everyone else. C'mon."
Alyssa tried swallowing the lump in her throat, but simply felt it grow at the attempt. Silently, Alyssa nodded, following behind Adam, standing uncomfortably behind him.
"Alyssa, Adam... sit down." Mark invited, smiling up at the two. Alyssa mustered a smile for effect, before seating herself at the table, looking down at her plate quietly. She chewed on her lip for a short moment before picking up a strawberry and taking a bite out of it.
"Alyssa, you haven't met my family yet, have you?" Alyssa simply shook her head as she looked up at him. Silently, she placed the strawberry back on her plate. She was beginning to feel repulsed.
"This is my wife, Sara... and my two sons, Gunner and Kevin."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Alyssa spoke quietly, rising to her feet a moment later. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take sitting there so civilly with him a moment longer.
"Where're you going?" Adam spoke as she rose to her feet.
"Oh, I—uh, just to get a drink, is all." Alyssa's eyes closed tightly as she spun on her heels and quickly approached the house. She was so glad that they'd decided to have the barbeque at the Tough Enough house. If they hadn't, she wouldn't have been able to at least attempt an escape. At least now she had a fighting chance.
Alyssa closed the sliding glass door behind herself before quickly making her way down the hallway, and directly to the bathroom. "I'm gonna be sick..." She mumbled quietly as she dropped to her knees, wiping roughly at the tears that had been threatening to fall down her cheeks for the last few minutes. Alyssa's eyes closed tightly, feeling the wave of nausea rise in her throat.
"Isn't this great?" She muttered to herself a long moment later as she rose to her feet. She flushed the toilet with a sniffle before rinsing her mouth out, and lightly rinsing her face. Alyssa let out a slow breath, sturdying herself with the sink.
"Not feeling well?" She heard a deep, masculine voice from behind her, in the open doorway to the bathroom.
Alyssa turned around, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes locking angrily on Mark's. She was sick and tired of this act of his. She was tired of playing along, acting as though this really wasn't tearing her apart inside. "Fuck you, Mark."
Alyssa pushed roughly past him, walking a few steps until Mark grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to him, firmly. "Care to repeat that?" He raised an eyebrow slowly at her.
"No thanks, I don't. I think you heard me loud and clear, didn't you, Mark?"
"Why is it that you have to screw up every good thing that happens to this group?" Mark challenged her, studying her face closely.
"Let go of my arm." She growled quietly, roughly pulling her arm out of his grasp. "And what, exactly is it that I've screwed up for everyone, Mark? Huh? Why don't you explain to me what these things are that I just seem to... compulsively do?"
"Everyone is having fun out there. You always have to create tension out of nothing!"
"They're having fun out there, which is why I came in here ALONE! I came here to get away, and no matter how hard I try I can never get away because either you or Al or—someone has to get in my face. And if you think this anger is out of nothing—"Alyssa paused for a short moment, forcing out a laugh. "Then you're dumber than I ever imagined."
Mark's jaw visibly clenched. "You're really pushing it, Alyssa. You're straddling the line, and in a moment there'll be no turning back."
Alyssa's forehead creased angrily. "You really think I care right now? Do you think that your threats mean anything to me right now? Be serious, Mark."
"Do you want to know what I honestly think?"
"No, what do you honestly think, Mark? Humor me here." She raised her eyebrows slowly at him. Honestly, what did she have to lose?
"I think that you're upset about your mother. Your upset that your mother died, and you had no other way to take out your anger than—this. Than picking one person to vent it out on continuously, and I just so happened to be the luck of the draw."
"You actually think I'm that fucked up, that I would just make this up? Make up the fact that I know you're my father?"
Mark simply shrugged his shoulders at her question. Alyssa let out a slow laugh. "What other explanation is there for this?"
"What other explanation is there? You're going to stand there and ask me what other explanation there is?!" Alyssa ran a hand roughly through her hair, angry eyes on Mark. Angry, upset eyes, nearly spilling over with tears. "The explanation that I'm going to give you is the truth, whether you want to believe it or not, Mark. You are my father. My mother told me you were my father when I was thirteen. We used to—"She closed her eyes slowly for a moment, quickly wiping at her eyes. "I never wanted to pursue a search. I never wanted to meet you, to have contact with you. But it was her wish. It was her dying wish that I come and meet you, come and meet the other part of my family.
"So I did. And that is the truth. I didn't make this up; I'm not a cruel person like you are trying to hard to believe. I'm not here to tear apart your family, as much as you want to believe that. I'm came here to find my father, and that's all."
Mark let out a slow breath, watching the young girl cry. He closed his eyes slowly. What if she was his daughter? What if Alexandra really hadn't gotten an abortion as she'd convinced him she was going to twenty years earlier? "How is it that I'm supposed to be so sure of you?"
"Al didn't know. Dustin didn't know. Big didn't know. Nobody knew. Nobody but you, and my mother. It was a secret. If it wasn't true, how would I know that she was a one-night thing, and when she came back, telling you that she was pregnant... you panicked, you demanded that she have an abortion? She knew how important it was to you that you were given the chance to be a wrestler. Your responsibility was secondary, but she took responsibility; she raised me, Mark, for nineteen years. Maybe it's your turn to take responsibility." Alyssa's eyes locked on Mark's for a long moment, for the first time since she'd told him who she was, seeing a vulnerability in his eyes; a realization. He was realizing that maybe he did have a daughter. Maybe he did have a beautiful daughter named Alyssa Marie Davis.
And maybe, just maybe... things may get even more complicated.
