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Unexpected
Chapter Five
Stephanie wasn't sure what she was going to do. She'd made an attempt to call her father a few days earlier. (It had been met with Mark's question of why she wanted to talk to the sick bastard.) She'd tried a few times since but hadn't been to successful. HE was either ignoring her. She was pretty sure it was the latter.
"Steph, don't worry about it," Mark told her. "We don't need his clues to find her."
Stephanie tried to relax but it was a lot easier said than done. This situation put to rest the last hope she had of having any sort of father daughter relationship. Later when she had her own children she didn't want to be in this situation.
"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. He was chopping vegetables for salad and Steph was checking the chicken.
"What it will be like to have a teenager of my own," Steph told him only partially lieing.
"They're not fun. Trust me. Thank God Savannah isn't as quick to anger as I am," Mark said.
Stephanie could only imagine a very determined, very volatile teenage girl.
"God I can never apologize to my mother enough for my teenage years. I was a real pain," Stephanie said recalling some of her antics.
"You, I would never have guessed," Mark said sarcastically.
"Oh and Mr. I-Don't-Need-Anyone was thrilling to have as a teenager," Stephanie shot back. She could almost like this before she remembered she'd be gone in a few days, and be as alone as she was before.
"I was the perfect angel," Mark replied noticing Steph had lost more of he sparkle in her eyes.
"The American Bad Ass started as a perfect angel, just wait until the internet fans get a hold of this," Stephanie said putting the chicken on a serving platter.
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Savannah knew she had been stupid to reject Vince's offer. She knew the reason she hadn't accepted was her own foolish pride. If only she hadn't got that trait from her father.
She wanted to beat her own head against the wall of her prison Unfortunately she was to sore and hungry to do that. She would kill for a meal right now. It could be poisoned and she wouldn't notice.
'Pull yourself together,' she told herself. 'If your going to get out you have to start thinking like him.'
That was the first time that she'd thought about getting out on her own. It'd been almost a week and her "loving" father had yet to even attempt to make an appearance. He'd probably forgotten about her already. She was only eight months from her eighteenth birthday. She was practically an adult now. Maybe her father deserved a McMahon, that would be the only reason he hadn't barged in here to kill Vince. Maybe Stephanie would turn out as crazy as her father.
'All I have to do is pick the lock in the middle of the night,' she told herself. Now she had to find something that would work to pick it with. She'd be out free in no time. She hadn't had any bobby pins in her hair the day she was taken so that was out of the question.
Savannah began pulling apart her small room to find anything that would help her, either now or in the future. She didn't know how many goons were actually in the building.
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Stephanie bolted out of bed. She looked at the clock it was just after one in the morning. She'd just had a brilliant idea. She hated to wake Mark but she couldn't go to the house he'd shared with his ex-wife because she wasn't sure where it was located. If no one was living there it would be the perfect place to hide Savannah.
She hoped tonight was a night he'd been unable to sleep. It would make it ten times easier.
Unfortunately nothing had ever been easy for Stephanie. After looking through the house, she realized Mark had at least retreated to his bedroom, probably out of exhaustion. She hated the thought of waking him. She wasn't even sure if the house was vacant or not. She also knew Mark would be upset, or even down right pissed off, if she waited until morning to tell him.
She hesitantly knocked on his bedroom door hoping that hadn't yet found the much elusive sleep.
When she didn't get an answer Steph knocked a little bit louder. She didn't want to enter his personal space without his permission. That would have been the ultimate invasion of privacy.
She finally gave up and went in. "Mark," she said softly so she didn't startle him when he woke up, "wake up." She got no response. 'Damn,' she thought, 'he's a heavy sleeper.'
She tried again a little bit louder. The only response she got was him rolling over. She wasn't even sure if that was a response or an involuntary action.
She went over and sat on the edge of his bed and shook him gently like she had seen her mother do to wake up her brother. "Wake up, I've got an idea where Savannah might be," Steph said softly. She'd said the right thing.
"What?" he asked sitting up.
Steph smiled. "What happened to your and Sara's house?" Steph asked.
"Is that why you woke me up?" Mark snapped before realizing the house in question was empty. "It's empty he could be there."
"I think so. I would have gone myself, unfortunately I don't know where it is," Stephanie said.
"Meet me downstairs in ten minutes," Mark said. He needed to talk her out of this. He didn't want her getting caught up in his mess. 'Face it,' the annoying little voice in his head said, "you don't want to see her getting hurt if she goes.'
"Okay," Steph said getting up. She went to get dressed. There was no way in hell he was going to talk her out of coming. Se wanted to see Vince get what he deserved. 'And you want to help Mark,' the voice she'd been hearing a lot in her head lately told her.
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Savannah comprised quite an array of makeshift weapons in her room. Now there has to be something to pick the lock. She continued in her desperate search. Her array of weapons wouldn't do to much if she was still locked in here.
In her desperation she failed to hear the door open. "What in the hell do you thing your doing?" Vince asked startling Savannah.
"I decided you were right, my father isn't coming to save me, so I've decided to take my rescue into my own hands," Savannah told him not caring that she had just admitted that he was right.
"You silly little girl," Vince berated. "You thought that you could escape me, Vincent Kennedy McMahon?"
Vince slapped her. He kind of liked hitting her because of how angry and scared she got when he did. It was like an adrenaline rush, and he was addicted to it.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said bravely. Unfortunately her eyes betrayed her. They showed the fear that she had managed to hide from her voice, the rest of her expression, and her actions.
"Then I'll make you afraid of me," Vince said laughing maniacally.
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There it is. You've read now all I ask is that you review. Especially if you have constructive criticism or any questions about anything.
A/N: Please read an review. I like reviews.
Unexpected
Chapter Five
Stephanie wasn't sure what she was going to do. She'd made an attempt to call her father a few days earlier. (It had been met with Mark's question of why she wanted to talk to the sick bastard.) She'd tried a few times since but hadn't been to successful. HE was either ignoring her. She was pretty sure it was the latter.
"Steph, don't worry about it," Mark told her. "We don't need his clues to find her."
Stephanie tried to relax but it was a lot easier said than done. This situation put to rest the last hope she had of having any sort of father daughter relationship. Later when she had her own children she didn't want to be in this situation.
"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. He was chopping vegetables for salad and Steph was checking the chicken.
"What it will be like to have a teenager of my own," Steph told him only partially lieing.
"They're not fun. Trust me. Thank God Savannah isn't as quick to anger as I am," Mark said.
Stephanie could only imagine a very determined, very volatile teenage girl.
"God I can never apologize to my mother enough for my teenage years. I was a real pain," Stephanie said recalling some of her antics.
"You, I would never have guessed," Mark said sarcastically.
"Oh and Mr. I-Don't-Need-Anyone was thrilling to have as a teenager," Stephanie shot back. She could almost like this before she remembered she'd be gone in a few days, and be as alone as she was before.
"I was the perfect angel," Mark replied noticing Steph had lost more of he sparkle in her eyes.
"The American Bad Ass started as a perfect angel, just wait until the internet fans get a hold of this," Stephanie said putting the chicken on a serving platter.
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Savannah knew she had been stupid to reject Vince's offer. She knew the reason she hadn't accepted was her own foolish pride. If only she hadn't got that trait from her father.
She wanted to beat her own head against the wall of her prison Unfortunately she was to sore and hungry to do that. She would kill for a meal right now. It could be poisoned and she wouldn't notice.
'Pull yourself together,' she told herself. 'If your going to get out you have to start thinking like him.'
That was the first time that she'd thought about getting out on her own. It'd been almost a week and her "loving" father had yet to even attempt to make an appearance. He'd probably forgotten about her already. She was only eight months from her eighteenth birthday. She was practically an adult now. Maybe her father deserved a McMahon, that would be the only reason he hadn't barged in here to kill Vince. Maybe Stephanie would turn out as crazy as her father.
'All I have to do is pick the lock in the middle of the night,' she told herself. Now she had to find something that would work to pick it with. She'd be out free in no time. She hadn't had any bobby pins in her hair the day she was taken so that was out of the question.
Savannah began pulling apart her small room to find anything that would help her, either now or in the future. She didn't know how many goons were actually in the building.
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Stephanie bolted out of bed. She looked at the clock it was just after one in the morning. She'd just had a brilliant idea. She hated to wake Mark but she couldn't go to the house he'd shared with his ex-wife because she wasn't sure where it was located. If no one was living there it would be the perfect place to hide Savannah.
She hoped tonight was a night he'd been unable to sleep. It would make it ten times easier.
Unfortunately nothing had ever been easy for Stephanie. After looking through the house, she realized Mark had at least retreated to his bedroom, probably out of exhaustion. She hated the thought of waking him. She wasn't even sure if the house was vacant or not. She also knew Mark would be upset, or even down right pissed off, if she waited until morning to tell him.
She hesitantly knocked on his bedroom door hoping that hadn't yet found the much elusive sleep.
When she didn't get an answer Steph knocked a little bit louder. She didn't want to enter his personal space without his permission. That would have been the ultimate invasion of privacy.
She finally gave up and went in. "Mark," she said softly so she didn't startle him when he woke up, "wake up." She got no response. 'Damn,' she thought, 'he's a heavy sleeper.'
She tried again a little bit louder. The only response she got was him rolling over. She wasn't even sure if that was a response or an involuntary action.
She went over and sat on the edge of his bed and shook him gently like she had seen her mother do to wake up her brother. "Wake up, I've got an idea where Savannah might be," Steph said softly. She'd said the right thing.
"What?" he asked sitting up.
Steph smiled. "What happened to your and Sara's house?" Steph asked.
"Is that why you woke me up?" Mark snapped before realizing the house in question was empty. "It's empty he could be there."
"I think so. I would have gone myself, unfortunately I don't know where it is," Stephanie said.
"Meet me downstairs in ten minutes," Mark said. He needed to talk her out of this. He didn't want her getting caught up in his mess. 'Face it,' the annoying little voice in his head said, "you don't want to see her getting hurt if she goes.'
"Okay," Steph said getting up. She went to get dressed. There was no way in hell he was going to talk her out of coming. Se wanted to see Vince get what he deserved. 'And you want to help Mark,' the voice she'd been hearing a lot in her head lately told her.
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Savannah comprised quite an array of makeshift weapons in her room. Now there has to be something to pick the lock. She continued in her desperate search. Her array of weapons wouldn't do to much if she was still locked in here.
In her desperation she failed to hear the door open. "What in the hell do you thing your doing?" Vince asked startling Savannah.
"I decided you were right, my father isn't coming to save me, so I've decided to take my rescue into my own hands," Savannah told him not caring that she had just admitted that he was right.
"You silly little girl," Vince berated. "You thought that you could escape me, Vincent Kennedy McMahon?"
Vince slapped her. He kind of liked hitting her because of how angry and scared she got when he did. It was like an adrenaline rush, and he was addicted to it.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said bravely. Unfortunately her eyes betrayed her. They showed the fear that she had managed to hide from her voice, the rest of her expression, and her actions.
"Then I'll make you afraid of me," Vince said laughing maniacally.
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There it is. You've read now all I ask is that you review. Especially if you have constructive criticism or any questions about anything.