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I stood waiting for a reaction; anything but he just stood there staring at me. Torries smile had vanished, she now looked really uncomfortable.
The guy that was in the ring with Mark came down and broke the awkward silence. "Hey Mark, aren't you going to introduce me too your new friend." He said
I looked up at Mark, he didn't say anything. The guy than turned to Torrie. "Torrie you have better manners than this giant oaf who is this lovely lady?" he said. "Oh sorry Kurt, this is Faith." Torrie paused for a minute and looked at Mark.
"She's a friend of mine; she was in town for a few days so I thought I'd show her around the business. Faith this is Smack down's own Olympic gold medallist Kurt Angle." Torrie finished the smile returning to her face.
"Nice to meet you Faith." Kurt said shaking my hand. "Same to you." I said.
"So Faith where are you from?" Kurt asked drawing my attention away from Mark who just kept on standing there not saying a word. "Houston, Texas." I told Kurt.
"Oh, hey Mark's from Texas as well." Kurt said turning back to Mark. "Mark, Mark hello is anyone in that big head of yours." Kurt said.
"I got to go." Mark said turning and walking away. "So Faith, got plans for lunch?" Kurt asked. "Um I'm supposed to be meeting John Cena at the cafeteria in a few minutes so I should probably go now because I just know I'm going to get lost." I said looking at my watch.
"Faith, I'll take you to the cafeteria and Kurt can meet us there." Torrie said grabbing my arm and pulling me away. "I'll see you there." Kurt yelled out.
Torrie pulled me along until we were into some room no one else was here. "Faith, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to blurt out that you were his daughter. I didn't think he'd just stand there staring at you. Sorry." Torrie said.
"Torrie, its fine, I just wish he had said something, anything." I said looking around the room that we were in. "Torrie, where exactly are we?" I asked.
"Oh, um it's the store room." She said. "Ok, so what is that smell." I questioned. Torrie sniffed the air and made a disgusting face. "I don't know but what ever it is has certainly died along time ago." Torrie said. I looked around at the floor and spotted a lump on the other side of the room I bent over it and Torrie bent down beside me. "What is it?" she asked. I looked closer and screamed. "Rat!"
Torrie and I both jumped up and ran for the door. As I flung the door open I heard a loud thud and heard someone say. "Shit." I looked behind the door. John was standing there holding his head. "Oh my God I'm so sorry." I said. "It's fine." John said moving his hand away from his head.
I saw blood. "John your bleeding, let me help." I said grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped away the blood. "Faith, it isn't that bad it's just a little cut." John said.
"Here let me see.' I said pulling away the handkerchief and pulling his head towards me. "Faith, what are you." Torrie said coming out from the door behind me. She stopped mid sentence and looked at me and John. "Oh sorry, I'll see you later Faith." Torrie said about to walk off but I grabbed her arm.
"Torrie, don't go come and join me and John in the cafeteria. I need to talk to you about something anyway." I said moving away from John.
Before Torrie could answer Kurt came running down the hallway. "I heard swearing and screaming. What wrong?" he asked looking at Torrie than me than lastly at John. "Nothing, the swearing was from me. But I heard the screaming as well and came to check it out when I got hit in the face with a door." John said touching his head.
Kurt and John then both turned to look at me and Torrie. "There was a rat in the storeroom." I said pointing back into the storeroom.
"A rat, you screamed because of a rat." Kurt said walking into the storeroom and looking around. "I don't see a rat." Kurt said. "It's over in the corner on the floor." I said.
John then went in to the storeroom and went over to where I'd said. He bent down then picked it up.
"John that's disgusting!" Torrie said. "It's dead and rotten, and you can just pick it up." I said staring into the storeroom. It didn't look quite like a rat now John was holding it up for one thing it didn't have a tail.
John showed it to Kurt and Kurt held it up and laughed then chucked it right at Torrie she squealed and jumped away from it.
"Some rat that is. It's my old wig." Kurt said walking out of the storeroom and picking up the wig, he put it on top of his head. "Then what was the smell?" Torrie asked.
John was still in the storeroom and he looked around and came back out. "Nothing smells in there, if it was anything it was that wig." John said pointing to the wig on Kurt's head. "What, I don't smell anything." Kurt said, feeling the wig on his head.
"John, Torrie, tell me I'm seeing things." I said pointing to Kurt's head. "Ewww!" Torrie said.
Hanging just in front of Kurt's ear was a pin tail. It wasn't moving but as Kurt moved his head more and more started to show. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked, touching the top of the wig.
"Kurt there a bunch of girls they think there's a rats tail hanging from your wig." Johns said. "A rat's tail." Kurt repeated moving his hand around the wig until finally resting it on the tail. "Ahh!" Kurt screamed throwing the wig off his head.
As the wig flew through the air and hit the wall a rat fell out and rolled onto the floor. Kurt screamed again and ran behind John, Torrie and I grabbed each other. John just stood there,
"First of all Kurt you are a girl, second what is there to be scared about it's a dead rat." John said walking over and using the wig to pick up the rat and throw it in the trash can.
"Hey, what's wrong with being a girl?" I said to John. "Nothing, I meant that you have a right to be scared of things like dead rats. Men don't." John said. "That is sexist." Torrie said.
"Listen, men are supposed to protect women not hide behind other men and protect to themselves." John said. "I could have dealt with the rat." I said. "Yeah, me too." Torrie said.
"Then why'd you scream?" Kurt said. "You screamed as well." Torrie said.
"If you can handle a dead rat why don't you prove it?" John said. "What do you mean?" Torrie asked. I got worried now I really didn't think I could handle a dead rat.
"Go into the trashcan and pick out the rat, with bare hands." John said. "That's gross plus you didn't even put it in there with bare hands." I said.
"You said you could handle it." John said, and I thought I liked this guy. I turned to Torrie for support but she just turned away and looked at the wall.
"Fine." I said I walked over to the bin pulled off the lid and looked inside; I made that disgusting face and reached in.
John came closer and I pretended to scream he ran closer and I flung the wig at him. He squealed as the wig hit him right in the face. He looked down at it and picked it up and threw it back at me.
This started a huge wig fight, Torrie and Kurt joined in. I had just missed a throw from Torrie and I went to throw it right at John but someone ha my hand. I turned around and was met by two green eyes and a hell of a lot of tattoos.
It was Mark, he let my hand go I dropped the wig and once again the awkward silence. "I need to talk to you, if you aren't too busy." Mark said looking at the wig on the floor. "Ok, lets talk." I said.
"What's Calloway want with Faith." I heard John ask Torrie. "That's her father." Torrie told him. "Him." Was all I heard I had gotten to far away to hear what he had said?
"Listen." Mark said stopping in a hallway. "I don't know why your hear, but I want to know why?" he said. "Isn't it obvious, I came hear to see my father?" I said.
I heard Mark sigh, he looked at me. Like really looked at me I could feel his eyes on me and I felt uncomfortable.
"I grew up not knowing anything about you all I knew was that you left me and my mother killed herself. I need to know more I feel like I'm a jigsaw puzzle missing 10 000 pieces." I said
Mark sighed again. "How about a cup of coffee and we can talk." He suggested. "Ok, lets go." I said.
My questions are finally going to be answered, I can't wait. but what if I don't like his reasons?
I stood waiting for a reaction; anything but he just stood there staring at me. Torries smile had vanished, she now looked really uncomfortable.
The guy that was in the ring with Mark came down and broke the awkward silence. "Hey Mark, aren't you going to introduce me too your new friend." He said
I looked up at Mark, he didn't say anything. The guy than turned to Torrie. "Torrie you have better manners than this giant oaf who is this lovely lady?" he said. "Oh sorry Kurt, this is Faith." Torrie paused for a minute and looked at Mark.
"She's a friend of mine; she was in town for a few days so I thought I'd show her around the business. Faith this is Smack down's own Olympic gold medallist Kurt Angle." Torrie finished the smile returning to her face.
"Nice to meet you Faith." Kurt said shaking my hand. "Same to you." I said.
"So Faith where are you from?" Kurt asked drawing my attention away from Mark who just kept on standing there not saying a word. "Houston, Texas." I told Kurt.
"Oh, hey Mark's from Texas as well." Kurt said turning back to Mark. "Mark, Mark hello is anyone in that big head of yours." Kurt said.
"I got to go." Mark said turning and walking away. "So Faith, got plans for lunch?" Kurt asked. "Um I'm supposed to be meeting John Cena at the cafeteria in a few minutes so I should probably go now because I just know I'm going to get lost." I said looking at my watch.
"Faith, I'll take you to the cafeteria and Kurt can meet us there." Torrie said grabbing my arm and pulling me away. "I'll see you there." Kurt yelled out.
Torrie pulled me along until we were into some room no one else was here. "Faith, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to blurt out that you were his daughter. I didn't think he'd just stand there staring at you. Sorry." Torrie said.
"Torrie, its fine, I just wish he had said something, anything." I said looking around the room that we were in. "Torrie, where exactly are we?" I asked.
"Oh, um it's the store room." She said. "Ok, so what is that smell." I questioned. Torrie sniffed the air and made a disgusting face. "I don't know but what ever it is has certainly died along time ago." Torrie said. I looked around at the floor and spotted a lump on the other side of the room I bent over it and Torrie bent down beside me. "What is it?" she asked. I looked closer and screamed. "Rat!"
Torrie and I both jumped up and ran for the door. As I flung the door open I heard a loud thud and heard someone say. "Shit." I looked behind the door. John was standing there holding his head. "Oh my God I'm so sorry." I said. "It's fine." John said moving his hand away from his head.
I saw blood. "John your bleeding, let me help." I said grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped away the blood. "Faith, it isn't that bad it's just a little cut." John said.
"Here let me see.' I said pulling away the handkerchief and pulling his head towards me. "Faith, what are you." Torrie said coming out from the door behind me. She stopped mid sentence and looked at me and John. "Oh sorry, I'll see you later Faith." Torrie said about to walk off but I grabbed her arm.
"Torrie, don't go come and join me and John in the cafeteria. I need to talk to you about something anyway." I said moving away from John.
Before Torrie could answer Kurt came running down the hallway. "I heard swearing and screaming. What wrong?" he asked looking at Torrie than me than lastly at John. "Nothing, the swearing was from me. But I heard the screaming as well and came to check it out when I got hit in the face with a door." John said touching his head.
Kurt and John then both turned to look at me and Torrie. "There was a rat in the storeroom." I said pointing back into the storeroom.
"A rat, you screamed because of a rat." Kurt said walking into the storeroom and looking around. "I don't see a rat." Kurt said. "It's over in the corner on the floor." I said.
John then went in to the storeroom and went over to where I'd said. He bent down then picked it up.
"John that's disgusting!" Torrie said. "It's dead and rotten, and you can just pick it up." I said staring into the storeroom. It didn't look quite like a rat now John was holding it up for one thing it didn't have a tail.
John showed it to Kurt and Kurt held it up and laughed then chucked it right at Torrie she squealed and jumped away from it.
"Some rat that is. It's my old wig." Kurt said walking out of the storeroom and picking up the wig, he put it on top of his head. "Then what was the smell?" Torrie asked.
John was still in the storeroom and he looked around and came back out. "Nothing smells in there, if it was anything it was that wig." John said pointing to the wig on Kurt's head. "What, I don't smell anything." Kurt said, feeling the wig on his head.
"John, Torrie, tell me I'm seeing things." I said pointing to Kurt's head. "Ewww!" Torrie said.
Hanging just in front of Kurt's ear was a pin tail. It wasn't moving but as Kurt moved his head more and more started to show. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked, touching the top of the wig.
"Kurt there a bunch of girls they think there's a rats tail hanging from your wig." Johns said. "A rat's tail." Kurt repeated moving his hand around the wig until finally resting it on the tail. "Ahh!" Kurt screamed throwing the wig off his head.
As the wig flew through the air and hit the wall a rat fell out and rolled onto the floor. Kurt screamed again and ran behind John, Torrie and I grabbed each other. John just stood there,
"First of all Kurt you are a girl, second what is there to be scared about it's a dead rat." John said walking over and using the wig to pick up the rat and throw it in the trash can.
"Hey, what's wrong with being a girl?" I said to John. "Nothing, I meant that you have a right to be scared of things like dead rats. Men don't." John said. "That is sexist." Torrie said.
"Listen, men are supposed to protect women not hide behind other men and protect to themselves." John said. "I could have dealt with the rat." I said. "Yeah, me too." Torrie said.
"Then why'd you scream?" Kurt said. "You screamed as well." Torrie said.
"If you can handle a dead rat why don't you prove it?" John said. "What do you mean?" Torrie asked. I got worried now I really didn't think I could handle a dead rat.
"Go into the trashcan and pick out the rat, with bare hands." John said. "That's gross plus you didn't even put it in there with bare hands." I said.
"You said you could handle it." John said, and I thought I liked this guy. I turned to Torrie for support but she just turned away and looked at the wall.
"Fine." I said I walked over to the bin pulled off the lid and looked inside; I made that disgusting face and reached in.
John came closer and I pretended to scream he ran closer and I flung the wig at him. He squealed as the wig hit him right in the face. He looked down at it and picked it up and threw it back at me.
This started a huge wig fight, Torrie and Kurt joined in. I had just missed a throw from Torrie and I went to throw it right at John but someone ha my hand. I turned around and was met by two green eyes and a hell of a lot of tattoos.
It was Mark, he let my hand go I dropped the wig and once again the awkward silence. "I need to talk to you, if you aren't too busy." Mark said looking at the wig on the floor. "Ok, lets talk." I said.
"What's Calloway want with Faith." I heard John ask Torrie. "That's her father." Torrie told him. "Him." Was all I heard I had gotten to far away to hear what he had said?
"Listen." Mark said stopping in a hallway. "I don't know why your hear, but I want to know why?" he said. "Isn't it obvious, I came hear to see my father?" I said.
I heard Mark sigh, he looked at me. Like really looked at me I could feel his eyes on me and I felt uncomfortable.
"I grew up not knowing anything about you all I knew was that you left me and my mother killed herself. I need to know more I feel like I'm a jigsaw puzzle missing 10 000 pieces." I said
Mark sighed again. "How about a cup of coffee and we can talk." He suggested. "Ok, lets go." I said.
My questions are finally going to be answered, I can't wait. but what if I don't like his reasons?