~thanks for the reviews I hope you like the next chapter. This isn't Mark
Calloway's real middle name I just made it up for this story~
I stood starring at my birth certificate.
Childs First Name: Faith Middle Name: Lily Surname: Calloway
Date of Birth: 7th of May 1983 Place of Birth: Houston Memorial Hospital Sex: Female
Mothers First Name: Claire Middle Name: Mae Surname: Housel
Father's first name: Mark Middle name: Paul Surname: Calloway
It stood out his name was right there, Mark Calloway my father. 20 years I have waited to know his name, to meet him. Now I have the chance. I looked around the café for the familiar face I saw him standing over by the counter talking up a waitress.
"Don't you have a job to do." I said to him. The waitress looked at me then at him and turned and walked away.
"Thanks Faith." He said turning around to face me. "Well, any good news?" I asked "Well let me think for a moment, did I have good news for Faith or not." He said teasing me.
"James, tell me." I said with my most whining voice. "Here just stop whining." James said handing over an envelope. "Oh thankyou James." I said giving him a hug. "It's not much but I'll keep looking." He said.
You see James is my friend, he is a private detective. We met a few years ago and he promised that when I was 20 he would help find my father.
I walked out of the café and went back into my car, I opened the envelope. I pulled out a piece of paper and read.
Mark Paul Calloway. Residence: Houston, Texas. Occupation: Professional wrestler.
I read on there was heaps of information but there wasn't on address or a contact number, but what would I do if I did have a phone number. "Hello is this Mark ok well hi I'm your daughter." Yeah right.
I put the papers back in the envelope and drove off to work. As soon as I had got in the door I heard screaming and crying I walked further down the hallway and I watched as my friend struggled to put some clothes on Patrick, a 4 year old with a mind of his own.
"Oh Faith thank God you're here. He won't listen and Sophie hasn't stopped crying since you left." Britney said letting go of Patrick and we both watched as he ran down the hallway in the nude screaming.
"Britney I was only gone for an hour how could this place have already been turned upside down?" I asked walking down into a room where I saw Sophie sitting on the floor cuddling a doll and crying. I picked her up and she immediately stopped.
"Faith I'm not going to even bother answering that question you know these kids go psycho when you even leave for 5 minutes, just look at Sophie I picked her up 6 times in between trying to dress Patrick and she cried even louder and you waltz right in here and pick her up and silence. I don't understand. What do you have that I don't?" Britney said picking up the toys over the floor and putting them back on the shelves.
"I have experience; I understand why they act like lunatics when someone leaves because I went through the same thing." I said putting Sophie back down.
"How can you spend your whole life in a children's home, then decide that you're going to work in one?" Britney asked as we walked back out of the room.
"Easy, I get up every morning and remind myself what hell I went through in the children's homes that I was in and I decide that I want to at least give these kids some kind of family." I said seeing Patrick over my the T.V
"Patrick, how would you like to watch your favourite movie in the whole world?" I asked making my way closer to him. I watched as he turned his face away from the T.V and nodded with the biggest grin on his face.
"Okay but what's my rule about the T.V?" I said knowing that he was going to do what ever I said. I watched as Patrick went over to wear Britney had thrown down his clothes he pulled on his shirt and pants and then jumped around pointing to the T.V.
"Please." I said. "Pulease." He said with the smallest voice ever.
"Alright, here you go." I walked over to the VCR and put in the tape. I sat back down with Patrick and watched as his parents came up on the screen and started talking about how sorry they were that they'd never get to see him grow up.
He was too young to understand what they were talking about but he knew who they were, and he loved watching them.
I smiled to myself as I wished that I'd have something like this to show me how sorry my parents were for leaving me.
"Faith, James is on the phone." Britney called out from the office. I got up and walked over to the phone.
"Watch Patrick will you, he's just watching T.V" I said to Britney as she handed me the phone. "Alright she said walking over to Patrick.
"Hello." "Hey Faith, I've got some great news for you. I found a phone number for you. But it ain't for your dad himself it's the company which he works for." James said "Really, oh my god James you're the best." I said excited just at the thought of actually meeting him. "You got a pen and I'll give it to you." James said.
I reached and grabbed a pen and some paper and got down the number I repeated it 5 times just to be sure. I hung up from James and immediately dialled.
"Hello, World Wrestling Federation. Rhonda speaking how may I direct your call?" Rhonda said to me. "Um, hi I was wondering if a Mark Calloway worked here." I said nervously. "Yes Mr Calloway is one of our finest wrestlers." Rhonda said "Ok, Thankyou. Where is this office?" I asked. "Our office is located in Stamford Connecticut." Rhonda answered. "Ok, so if I was to want to meet Mr Calloway how would I go about doing this?"
"Well, I'm sorry but Mr Calloway is on the road for most of the year and when he isn't he usually doesn't' come here he goes home." Rhonda said growing impatient. "Oh and where would Mr Calloway be now?" I asked wanting to meet him more and more by the second.
"Right now they are in Roanoke, Virginia. But I'd say the best place to meet would be North Carolina. They will be visiting different cities for a few days so that's your best chance to meet him." "Thankyou." I said and hung up.
"Well." Britney said as I walked out of the office. "Well, it looks like your going to go insane for a few weeks." I said walking towards the front door. "Why?" Britney asked "Because I'm going to North Carolina." I said.
I stood starring at my birth certificate.
Childs First Name: Faith Middle Name: Lily Surname: Calloway
Date of Birth: 7th of May 1983 Place of Birth: Houston Memorial Hospital Sex: Female
Mothers First Name: Claire Middle Name: Mae Surname: Housel
Father's first name: Mark Middle name: Paul Surname: Calloway
It stood out his name was right there, Mark Calloway my father. 20 years I have waited to know his name, to meet him. Now I have the chance. I looked around the café for the familiar face I saw him standing over by the counter talking up a waitress.
"Don't you have a job to do." I said to him. The waitress looked at me then at him and turned and walked away.
"Thanks Faith." He said turning around to face me. "Well, any good news?" I asked "Well let me think for a moment, did I have good news for Faith or not." He said teasing me.
"James, tell me." I said with my most whining voice. "Here just stop whining." James said handing over an envelope. "Oh thankyou James." I said giving him a hug. "It's not much but I'll keep looking." He said.
You see James is my friend, he is a private detective. We met a few years ago and he promised that when I was 20 he would help find my father.
I walked out of the café and went back into my car, I opened the envelope. I pulled out a piece of paper and read.
Mark Paul Calloway. Residence: Houston, Texas. Occupation: Professional wrestler.
I read on there was heaps of information but there wasn't on address or a contact number, but what would I do if I did have a phone number. "Hello is this Mark ok well hi I'm your daughter." Yeah right.
I put the papers back in the envelope and drove off to work. As soon as I had got in the door I heard screaming and crying I walked further down the hallway and I watched as my friend struggled to put some clothes on Patrick, a 4 year old with a mind of his own.
"Oh Faith thank God you're here. He won't listen and Sophie hasn't stopped crying since you left." Britney said letting go of Patrick and we both watched as he ran down the hallway in the nude screaming.
"Britney I was only gone for an hour how could this place have already been turned upside down?" I asked walking down into a room where I saw Sophie sitting on the floor cuddling a doll and crying. I picked her up and she immediately stopped.
"Faith I'm not going to even bother answering that question you know these kids go psycho when you even leave for 5 minutes, just look at Sophie I picked her up 6 times in between trying to dress Patrick and she cried even louder and you waltz right in here and pick her up and silence. I don't understand. What do you have that I don't?" Britney said picking up the toys over the floor and putting them back on the shelves.
"I have experience; I understand why they act like lunatics when someone leaves because I went through the same thing." I said putting Sophie back down.
"How can you spend your whole life in a children's home, then decide that you're going to work in one?" Britney asked as we walked back out of the room.
"Easy, I get up every morning and remind myself what hell I went through in the children's homes that I was in and I decide that I want to at least give these kids some kind of family." I said seeing Patrick over my the T.V
"Patrick, how would you like to watch your favourite movie in the whole world?" I asked making my way closer to him. I watched as he turned his face away from the T.V and nodded with the biggest grin on his face.
"Okay but what's my rule about the T.V?" I said knowing that he was going to do what ever I said. I watched as Patrick went over to wear Britney had thrown down his clothes he pulled on his shirt and pants and then jumped around pointing to the T.V.
"Please." I said. "Pulease." He said with the smallest voice ever.
"Alright, here you go." I walked over to the VCR and put in the tape. I sat back down with Patrick and watched as his parents came up on the screen and started talking about how sorry they were that they'd never get to see him grow up.
He was too young to understand what they were talking about but he knew who they were, and he loved watching them.
I smiled to myself as I wished that I'd have something like this to show me how sorry my parents were for leaving me.
"Faith, James is on the phone." Britney called out from the office. I got up and walked over to the phone.
"Watch Patrick will you, he's just watching T.V" I said to Britney as she handed me the phone. "Alright she said walking over to Patrick.
"Hello." "Hey Faith, I've got some great news for you. I found a phone number for you. But it ain't for your dad himself it's the company which he works for." James said "Really, oh my god James you're the best." I said excited just at the thought of actually meeting him. "You got a pen and I'll give it to you." James said.
I reached and grabbed a pen and some paper and got down the number I repeated it 5 times just to be sure. I hung up from James and immediately dialled.
"Hello, World Wrestling Federation. Rhonda speaking how may I direct your call?" Rhonda said to me. "Um, hi I was wondering if a Mark Calloway worked here." I said nervously. "Yes Mr Calloway is one of our finest wrestlers." Rhonda said "Ok, Thankyou. Where is this office?" I asked. "Our office is located in Stamford Connecticut." Rhonda answered. "Ok, so if I was to want to meet Mr Calloway how would I go about doing this?"
"Well, I'm sorry but Mr Calloway is on the road for most of the year and when he isn't he usually doesn't' come here he goes home." Rhonda said growing impatient. "Oh and where would Mr Calloway be now?" I asked wanting to meet him more and more by the second.
"Right now they are in Roanoke, Virginia. But I'd say the best place to meet would be North Carolina. They will be visiting different cities for a few days so that's your best chance to meet him." "Thankyou." I said and hung up.
"Well." Britney said as I walked out of the office. "Well, it looks like your going to go insane for a few weeks." I said walking towards the front door. "Why?" Britney asked "Because I'm going to North Carolina." I said.