Summary: She had walked out on him on the day he was going to tell her that he was her father. Two years later, she's back, new self, new image and a haunting past. Sequel to forgive me

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything but Billie and her band mates. If I did own the WWE I'd be Vince McMahon who's writing stories.

Chapter 3

FLASHBACK

Dawn was breaking as she stepped down from the plane. She entered the airport and waited for her luggage. Finally, with suitcase and luggage in hand she set out to the street. She pulled up a cab and told him

"Nearest motel please"

The driver replied

"Alright then. First time here miss?"

"Yes"

"From?"

"Indiana"

"Well, pretty far from good ol' Texas"

"Yeah. I just ran away"

"Stowaway kid? Or outcast"

"Just ran"

"Good intentions?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna look for a job here sir"

"Well what ya good at kid?"

"Playing guitar and singing"

"Good. Plenty of places I could recommend you to. We all need good singers here. I'm really sick and tired of country music. What do you sing kid?"

"Rock music"

"Very well. You're gonna be a rising star"

"What's your name sir?"

"The name's Stan Clements, call me Stan. Part time cab driver part time talent searcher What's you're name kid?"

"Name's Billie Jean Sarah Adams. Preferably Billie."

"Nice to meet you kid. I reckon you'll be big here. You can form a band here. I've got a drummer and a really good bassist. They'll do you good"

She smiled and remembered her band, Kyle, Frankie and Jason and she felt guilty.

"What's the matter kid?"

He asked.

"I have a band back home"

She replied.

"It's okay. It takes a long time adjusting here. Since, you'll be staying here. There's no need to pay me for your fare"

"Thank you sir."

"I'm gonna show you the ways around here. You'll be a star kid. You'll be a star soon. Well, we're here. You'll be sharing your room with the drummer and bassist I told you about. Come on"

They stopped in front of a motel. It wasn't like a motel, it was more than a rest house. Billie got her things and they went to the receptionist

"Well, Mr. Clements, I'll add that to your room I suppose?"

The bushy haired receptionist said.

"Please do."

He replied. Then they went to a hallway that was only lighted by a chandelier, at the end of it was a door and they entered it. There was a stony path to lead to a numerous number of houses/cottages. They walked for a few minutes and stopped at the brown colored door with the number 10. It was bigger than the rest of the houses, so maybe it was a bit special. Stan knocked on the door and it was opened by a rainbow haired boy in his twenties.

"Hello Stan"

He said.

"Hello Kev. Nice to see you up and about at this hour"

Stan replied as they entered the house. The floor was carpeted, with paintings hanging on the wall and a beautiful set of furniture surrounding a fireplace. Another man was sitting on the couch with large headphones and was nodding his head to the sound.

"Well Kev, let me introduce to you another member, her name's Billie Adams from Indiana."

Stan said as Kev stood face to face with Billie.

"Nice to meet you kid, welcome to the family, name's Kev. Kevin Franklin, from Ohio"

Kev said and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you too"

Billie replied.

"I reckon, I have to introduce you to Jerry over there"

"Okay then."

Kev got a pillow and hurled it toward Jerry.

"Oi! Jerry! Get your ass here. We've got company"

He said. Jerry stood up and took of his headphones with his back turned away from them.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. I was about to jam away with Red Hot Chili Peppers when you…."
he said and turned around. He gasped at the moment he saw Billie with his eyes lingering at her smile.

"I…. uh… hi…. The name's Jerry…. Jerry Morgan, from Philadelphia"

He said. Billie smiled and said

"Nice to meet you Jerry"

"Now you've met the family, it's time you better get some rest, I know the trip was long and tiring"

Stan said as he sat on the couch.

"Your room will be in between mine and Jerry's come on. I'll help ya"

Kev said as he brought the suitcase and Billie got the guitar and amplifier. Kev lead the way upstairs to the hallway where there were three colored doors. A white, black and brown one, Kev stopped at the black one and said

"Well, here you go Billie, your room"

He opened the door and went in. Billie followed and was shocked at the walls. It had been covered with posters of rockstars and wrestlers.

"Does he own this place?"

Billie suddenly asked.

"Who? Oh Stan. Yeah, he's a good guy really. The manager gave him this house as an exchange of all the singers and bands he produced"

Kev replied and put down the suitcase in the corner. Billie put down the guitar and amplifier and sat on the bed.

"So how long have you been here?"

"Couple of months, ran away from the house that could never accept my abilities"

"Really?"

"Yeap. They wanted me to become a lawyer of some sort warning me that there'd be no money in the music scene, even threatened to burn the guitar once."

"Woah. So you ran?"

"Yeah. Found my comforts in Wisconsin before moving here"

"Lucky you."

"So what's your reason?"

"Just could not accept my family…."

"feuding or something?..."

"Kinda. Just couldn't accept who was my dad"

"Who is he anyway?..."

"He's…."

Then the door opened to reveal Stan in pajamas.

"Okay you two. No talking right now, we all gotta get some shut eye"

He said, then Kev stood and said

"Well this is goodnight Billie. I'll see you tomorrow"

"Yeah. Goodnight Kev"

She replied and he went out the door. Stan looked at her and said

"You two are cute, have some shut eye kid"

He smiled at her and closed the door. Billie stood up and went to the bathroom, after a few minutes of taking a shower, she changed into a Chris Benoit shirt and track pants. She pulled a picture frame and put it on the bedside table. She looked at the picture frame and shed a tear, she closed her eyes and immediately slept. The early rays of sunlight had hit the picture frame, revealing Martha, Abe, Sergeant and her band.