Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers listed in this story, they are owned by the WWE and the Chairman Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Like so many others, I have no money to be sued so any likeness to real life is completely coincidental.

Summary: A well known superstar's daughter deals with being almost famous, with tragic consequences.

Genre: Angst and Drama

A/N: Thank you three for the reviews pushing me to continue and for being intrigued where I am going to take it as it continues. It is my first of this magnitude and I aim to please as well tell a good heart felt story.

One Year Later – Present Time Line

"I think I'm better off alone."

"Grace, I know it's probably useless calling but if by chance you get this please come home. I don't know what is going on between us but if you aren't here I can't fix it."

She slammed the cell phone shut wondering why she didn't just trash the damn thing when she left home a year ago to the day. The last person she wanted to hear from seemed to be the only person that wanted to call her and she couldn't help but be a little pissed off. She wished her father were dead. Maybe then she might be able to live her life by her own rules.

Not that she wasn't doing that right now. She had been living hand to mouth for the last year. Taking up residence with friends from school and then people she met through them. If her father only knew what had happened to her in the last year he would shit himself.

You see she was no longer the precious virgin baby girl anymore. She had met a guy and had chosen that now was better then never and had slept with him. Sure she didn't love him, and she vowed she wouldn't sleep with anyone until she did, but with the way her father was, she doubted any man would ever really love her the way she wanted them too.

Truth be told, she wasn't better off alone, she needed to go home and work everything out with her father. Sure he was a famous wrestler, but a lot of people had parents that were and they turned out alright. No the person that she really needed to see was her mother. Show her mother the cutting of her arms and legs she had been doing everyday since she left and make her feel real pain.

Not only did the bitch take her adorable older brother away from her, but she also walked out on the best thing that could have happened to her, forgetting her daughter in the process. Sometimes life just sucked.

She stood before the door now, after weeks of searching, knowing that late was better then never to talk to her missing in action mother. She contemplated knocking on the door, but before she could reach for the bell, the door opened in front of her, displaying her missing brother Connor.

"Yeah what do you want?" he snapped, not recognizing her even after such a short time since they saw each other. He had changed from what she could tell. He was taller like their mother now, but he still had the Shawn Michaels classic wrestling look that she had spent the last 17 years of her life watching on television.

"I want to talk to our mother you jackass. You wanna tell me when the bitch will be home?"

Recognition hit Connor's face then, making it light up in part happiness and part sadness. It was obvious to Grace that he wasn't sure whether he wanted to be happy to see her or not.

"Grace? Holy shit it is you!"

"Wow man, you want a fucking medal for that number or shall I get you something less worthy?"

He scowled and she laughed. She had been living with their father for so long; it was amazing that her scowl hadn't turned out like Connor's. It was amazing how he was the spitting image of their father in every way.

"Come in, she ain't home but will be in a few minutes. I made her go to the video store for me."

"Same old Connor huh?"

"Never changes. You want something to drink?"

She smiled then, wondering if her two year older brother was a drinker like their father and his family and friends. "Yeah you got anything harder then Cola? I was on the road a long time."

"Nah, mom gave up the partying when she left Dad I'm afraid to admit. I do have some pot if you want to relax though. The one thing she gives me money to buy. I think the old bitch feels bad."

As Grace listened to her brother speak she realized that maybe he had gotten hurt by the whole thing too. It wouldn't be a shock with the way her mother had just up and demanded the easy out clause.

"Yeah sure whatever you want to do man."

Before Connor walked away, he looked her in the eye, almost afraid to ask what was so obvious the question of the hour for him. "How is Dad anyway?"

"An asshole, much like our mother I'm sure. I haven't seen him in a year."

Connor shot her a look and walked away to get the pot. Before he had a chance to get back to her though, the door opened and their mother walked in. Making her way to the kitchen, paying no attention to the living room, she went to unpack the groceries and the movies.

Connor made his way down the stairs and cut Grace off at the pass before she started in on their mother. "Give me a chance to let her know you're here alright? Then you can rip her head off for all I care."

He did what he said he was going to do, and Grace could hear him telling her there was someone there to see her. She didn't question him any further which let Grace know she had people over all the time and within seconds they were face to face.

Smiling at her mother, watching her face turn ashen white she spoke lightly, not wanting to give up this moment for the world. "Hey Mother, happy to see your only little girl?"