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Unexpected
Chapter Eight
Savannah did as her father she went upstairs intending on going to bed but decided to shower first. She needed to get the gross used feeling off of her before she could even attempt to function anyplace near normal.
It seemed no matter how much she scrubbed the dirty feeling would never go away. She was eventually satisfied with how clean she felt. When she went to lay down she realized how hungry she was.
She decided to go downstairs and find something to eat. If she was lucky at least Stephanie, if not her dad too, would be upstairs already.
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"What did you mean this was to say thank you?" Mark asked intensely. He should have known something like this would happen.
"I said it started to return the favor, unfortunately I got to personally involved," Stephanie said with equal intensity.
"How pray tell did that manage to happen?" Mark asked relatively indifferent.
"I guess I trusted myself to much when I came here. I thought I could just help and leave and not care. I was wrong. I stayed because I cared. I cared about you and about finding your daughter," Stephanie said her temper starting to rise.
"The billion dollar princess cared? I must be the luckiest man on earth," Mark said sarcastically.
"I am Stephanie Marie McMahon, not Vincent Kennedy McMahon," Stephanie said. "I am able to have emotions aside from vengeance and hatred. I cared enough to think that I might be able to help you and Savannah."
"There's a McMahon who can feel more than vengeance and hatred, don't let the press find out," Mark said not losing the sarcasm.
"You know what fuck you. I'll leave tomorrow morning," Stephanie said rising from the seat she had at the kitchen table.
"Wait," Mark said softening, "don't leave." Mark couldn't believe that his heart won out. He wasn't going to let her walk all over him like every woman in his life had.
"Why should I?" Stephanie asked.
"Because-" Mark said before seeing his daughter in the door way. "I though you were going get some sleep."
"I'm hungry," Savannah simply replied going over to the breadbox. "I thought that you would have already gone to bed."
The comment itself was innocent but Mark couldn't believe the tone his daughter had used. She was insinuating that something was going on. Mark gave her a glare but decided against making any bigger of a deal about it.
Savannah ate her toast and cottege cheese at the kitchen table. No one said anything. It was really quite eerie.
"Goodnight," Savannah said pleasantly.
"Why did you come here to help?" Mark asked when Savannah was safely out of hearing distance.
"Because I didn't have any reason to stay in Connecticut," Stephanie answered.
"And why might that be?"
"Because my father ruined the one thing I had going that he approved of for whatever god forsaken reason," Stephanie said. "I'm going to go to bed it's getting late."
Stephanie walked upstairs and down the hall. Walking by she noticed Savannah's light was still on. "Hey you know if there's anything you don't want to talk to your dad about you can talk to me," she told the teenager.
"I don't want to talk about anything," Savannah said.
Steph knew better than to push anything. "Well whenever you want to the offer stands. Goodnight, would you like me to turn off the light?"
"No thanks I'll get it in a few minutes," Savannah said quickly.
"Okay, see you in the morning," Stephanie said leaving.
"My dad's room is the other way," Savannah said when she saw Stephanie turn the opposite way.
"I know," Stephanie said. "I'm going to my room."
Savannah didn't have time to figure out what her comment meant before falling asleep. She wasn't sure if she would ever find out what it meant.
Mark was sitting in the kitchen still. He had so many things to figure out and nothing was making any sense. It would help if he were awake enough to string together a coherent thought together, but there was so much on his mind that sleeping would be impossible. Finally when the sun started to come up he exhausted to the point that he couldn't say awake anymore.
He went past Savannah and Sierra's rooms before finally going to his own room and falling asleep.
Stephanie woke up. She'd only gotten like four hours of sleep but running on little to no sleep for a few days was something her body was used to. She vaguely remembered picking up Sierra in the middle of the night from Mark's mother's house, so she decided to check on the little girl.
She found Sierra awake and playing in her crib quietly for the moment. She lit up when she saw Stephanie.
Stephanie took her downstairs and started making some food. Steph decided to make French toast, bacon and fried eggs. She hoped that someone else would wake up soon. She knew once they smelled food they probably would.
Within the next forty five minutes the other two occupants of the house were downstairs though neither were truly wake. Stephanie couldn't help but laugh at the pair, both giving her nasty looks for doing so. She could only imagine how little of a morning person Sierra would be when she was older.
"Thanks," Savannah mumbled when she finished with her food. Stephanie had to laugh again, Mark had done the same thing every morning she'd made breakfast.
"Your welcome," she finally replied after regaining control of herself. "I'm going to catch a flight out this afternoon."
"Where are you going?" Mark asked suddenly waking up. Part of him wanted her to say, but the logical part said that she was here to help him find Savannah, now it was time for her to go home. It was better for both of them that way.
"I'll probably go see Shane for a while then I'll get my stuff and find a place of my own I guess," Steph told him not sure why he cared. Five hours ago he just about bit her head off for saying that she wanted to return the favor when he was the one who stood up for her to begin with.
Mark knew there was something that she wasn't telling him but he knew how stubborn she could be. He'd tried to talk her out of getting involved at all now he wasn't sure what he was feeling toward the young woman.
"I'm going to go pack. You know where to find me if you need me," Steph said getting up, taking care of her dishes, then going upstairs.
When she entered the guest room she had to give herself a mental pep talk. Her heart just kept telling her that she needed to stay, but there was her brain that was telling her to run away as fast as she possibly could. Before the conversation of the previous night she was ready to stay for at least a little bit longer, but now she figured the last thing that Mark wanted was for he to say.
"You know you don't have to go," Savannah said a while later, poking her head into Stephanie's room. "Dad won't tell you, but he doesn't mind having you here."
"It's time for me to go," Stephanie told her grabbing a slip of paper, "but here's my cell number incase you ever want to take me up on the offer to talk."
"Why have you been so nice to me?" Savannah asked curiously. No one her father had been interested in had ever been remotely nice to her.
"I know what the man is capable of and no one should have to go through something so traumatic alone," Stephanie told her. Steph could remember all the horrible things her father had done to her through the years.
"Well thanks," Savannah said pocketing the number quickly, then retreating out of the room.
"I don't care how stupid it seems or what time it is if you need someone to talk to you can call me," Stephanie reminded her.
"I know, I know, I'm not twelve," Savannah said smirking. "If I don't see you later bye."
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What is Stephanie hiding? Will Vince come back? If so when? Will Stephanie actually leave? Will Mark let her leave? If he does how will Shane react to seeing his baby sister on his doorstep?
Unexpected
Chapter Eight
Savannah did as her father she went upstairs intending on going to bed but decided to shower first. She needed to get the gross used feeling off of her before she could even attempt to function anyplace near normal.
It seemed no matter how much she scrubbed the dirty feeling would never go away. She was eventually satisfied with how clean she felt. When she went to lay down she realized how hungry she was.
She decided to go downstairs and find something to eat. If she was lucky at least Stephanie, if not her dad too, would be upstairs already.
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"What did you mean this was to say thank you?" Mark asked intensely. He should have known something like this would happen.
"I said it started to return the favor, unfortunately I got to personally involved," Stephanie said with equal intensity.
"How pray tell did that manage to happen?" Mark asked relatively indifferent.
"I guess I trusted myself to much when I came here. I thought I could just help and leave and not care. I was wrong. I stayed because I cared. I cared about you and about finding your daughter," Stephanie said her temper starting to rise.
"The billion dollar princess cared? I must be the luckiest man on earth," Mark said sarcastically.
"I am Stephanie Marie McMahon, not Vincent Kennedy McMahon," Stephanie said. "I am able to have emotions aside from vengeance and hatred. I cared enough to think that I might be able to help you and Savannah."
"There's a McMahon who can feel more than vengeance and hatred, don't let the press find out," Mark said not losing the sarcasm.
"You know what fuck you. I'll leave tomorrow morning," Stephanie said rising from the seat she had at the kitchen table.
"Wait," Mark said softening, "don't leave." Mark couldn't believe that his heart won out. He wasn't going to let her walk all over him like every woman in his life had.
"Why should I?" Stephanie asked.
"Because-" Mark said before seeing his daughter in the door way. "I though you were going get some sleep."
"I'm hungry," Savannah simply replied going over to the breadbox. "I thought that you would have already gone to bed."
The comment itself was innocent but Mark couldn't believe the tone his daughter had used. She was insinuating that something was going on. Mark gave her a glare but decided against making any bigger of a deal about it.
Savannah ate her toast and cottege cheese at the kitchen table. No one said anything. It was really quite eerie.
"Goodnight," Savannah said pleasantly.
"Why did you come here to help?" Mark asked when Savannah was safely out of hearing distance.
"Because I didn't have any reason to stay in Connecticut," Stephanie answered.
"And why might that be?"
"Because my father ruined the one thing I had going that he approved of for whatever god forsaken reason," Stephanie said. "I'm going to go to bed it's getting late."
Stephanie walked upstairs and down the hall. Walking by she noticed Savannah's light was still on. "Hey you know if there's anything you don't want to talk to your dad about you can talk to me," she told the teenager.
"I don't want to talk about anything," Savannah said.
Steph knew better than to push anything. "Well whenever you want to the offer stands. Goodnight, would you like me to turn off the light?"
"No thanks I'll get it in a few minutes," Savannah said quickly.
"Okay, see you in the morning," Stephanie said leaving.
"My dad's room is the other way," Savannah said when she saw Stephanie turn the opposite way.
"I know," Stephanie said. "I'm going to my room."
Savannah didn't have time to figure out what her comment meant before falling asleep. She wasn't sure if she would ever find out what it meant.
Mark was sitting in the kitchen still. He had so many things to figure out and nothing was making any sense. It would help if he were awake enough to string together a coherent thought together, but there was so much on his mind that sleeping would be impossible. Finally when the sun started to come up he exhausted to the point that he couldn't say awake anymore.
He went past Savannah and Sierra's rooms before finally going to his own room and falling asleep.
Stephanie woke up. She'd only gotten like four hours of sleep but running on little to no sleep for a few days was something her body was used to. She vaguely remembered picking up Sierra in the middle of the night from Mark's mother's house, so she decided to check on the little girl.
She found Sierra awake and playing in her crib quietly for the moment. She lit up when she saw Stephanie.
Stephanie took her downstairs and started making some food. Steph decided to make French toast, bacon and fried eggs. She hoped that someone else would wake up soon. She knew once they smelled food they probably would.
Within the next forty five minutes the other two occupants of the house were downstairs though neither were truly wake. Stephanie couldn't help but laugh at the pair, both giving her nasty looks for doing so. She could only imagine how little of a morning person Sierra would be when she was older.
"Thanks," Savannah mumbled when she finished with her food. Stephanie had to laugh again, Mark had done the same thing every morning she'd made breakfast.
"Your welcome," she finally replied after regaining control of herself. "I'm going to catch a flight out this afternoon."
"Where are you going?" Mark asked suddenly waking up. Part of him wanted her to say, but the logical part said that she was here to help him find Savannah, now it was time for her to go home. It was better for both of them that way.
"I'll probably go see Shane for a while then I'll get my stuff and find a place of my own I guess," Steph told him not sure why he cared. Five hours ago he just about bit her head off for saying that she wanted to return the favor when he was the one who stood up for her to begin with.
Mark knew there was something that she wasn't telling him but he knew how stubborn she could be. He'd tried to talk her out of getting involved at all now he wasn't sure what he was feeling toward the young woman.
"I'm going to go pack. You know where to find me if you need me," Steph said getting up, taking care of her dishes, then going upstairs.
When she entered the guest room she had to give herself a mental pep talk. Her heart just kept telling her that she needed to stay, but there was her brain that was telling her to run away as fast as she possibly could. Before the conversation of the previous night she was ready to stay for at least a little bit longer, but now she figured the last thing that Mark wanted was for he to say.
"You know you don't have to go," Savannah said a while later, poking her head into Stephanie's room. "Dad won't tell you, but he doesn't mind having you here."
"It's time for me to go," Stephanie told her grabbing a slip of paper, "but here's my cell number incase you ever want to take me up on the offer to talk."
"Why have you been so nice to me?" Savannah asked curiously. No one her father had been interested in had ever been remotely nice to her.
"I know what the man is capable of and no one should have to go through something so traumatic alone," Stephanie told her. Steph could remember all the horrible things her father had done to her through the years.
"Well thanks," Savannah said pocketing the number quickly, then retreating out of the room.
"I don't care how stupid it seems or what time it is if you need someone to talk to you can call me," Stephanie reminded her.
"I know, I know, I'm not twelve," Savannah said smirking. "If I don't see you later bye."
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What is Stephanie hiding? Will Vince come back? If so when? Will Stephanie actually leave? Will Mark let her leave? If he does how will Shane react to seeing his baby sister on his doorstep?