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 7

Billie's POV

In a few minutes, we'll be going to Eternal, finally I feel better already. For the past few hours we've been practicing, joking, eating, sleeping and practicing again. It feels really after two years of not being with them, right now I'm sitting by the window in Fred's living room and the others are currently sleeping on the couch or on the floor. I feel guilty, yeah I feel guilty, I know I shouldn't have treated Mark like that, but he deserved it, I mean 19 years of not telling me? That's why I ran away, but what would it feel like when I knew that he was my father? Well I'd be in WWF and WWE paperviews with him and having the time of my life. I lived a great life without him, it was only me, Martha, Abe, Sergeant and the guys. I gotta hand it to him, he may not perform if I was with him, because he'll worry about me all the time while he's wrestling, so maybe he did the right thing too. It was really wrong because he didn't tell me earlier, I would've understood it because he's traveling all the time and he may not get to see me most of the time.

"HEY EVERYBODY! GET UP! WE'RE LEAVING IN A FEW MINUTES!"

Fred shouted, I looked at the others and they were still not moving, we're all immune to shouting so there's no effect.

"Kiddo, could ya help me get these lads up, you know the old fashioned way?"

He asked me

"Sure Fred, with pleasure"

I replied with a devilish grin, it's been a while since we did this, because usually everybody's pumped up before going to Eternal, but today was different. We went to the kitchen to grab the water guns, yeah water guns, we'd always do this if someone doesn't wake up immediately. We filled them up and went into the living room and Fred said

"On three, one, two, three!"

"YAAHH!"

We both shouted and started shooting and the guys were shouting already after being hit by the water, that ought to do the trick.

"Alright already, we're up!"

Frankie said whose shirt on the lower part was drenched with water.

"We give up! We're defenseless!"

Josh said with his hands up in surrender.

"Good. You'd better wake up next time, because it'll be buckets already"

I said and laughed.

"Now. Get your asses and change we're gonna be late!"

Fred said and we immediately went to change. I was sporting a baggy jeans held up by my usual armor belt, a legendary-masterpiece-of-art shirt of Nirvana which Kev and Jerry made for me during my first Christmas with them. It was just like yesterday when the turkey incident happened.

FLASHBACK:

"I'm glad we're having Christmas dinner here Kev"

I told Kev aswe sat down near the fireplace with Jerry,we were waiting for Stan for the turkey he was going to bring home. Claire (the bushy haired receptionist from flashback in chapter 3) was making some gravy and stuffing, we just came from another gig, which I'm surprised to say that has been the one of the successful ones we've had. I had no idea that there also a lot of families who were eating out during Christmas Eve, but what the heck, it was fun singing our rock versions of the Christmas carols to them. They even thought we were funny and very talented because we were very original in doing that. They gave us 10,000 smackaroos for each of us, so that was so cool! I bought all of them a gift, even our weird next door neighbor who always makes us hot chocolate after band practice, quite nice of him though. I got Kenny new strings for his bass guitar, and stickers of our all time favorite bands, Beatles, Nirvana, Fozzy and Gun's n Roses. For Jerry, definitely new guitar sticks, he totally whacked them on the last note of "Silent night, of rock" (our silent night jingle, rock version) good thing that was the last song, and those wrap around things for his sticks, he's getting calluses all over again since he removed the protective sheet of the last one. For Chuck, his all time favorite band's special DVD collection, the Beatles, which is a coincidence our favorite band of all time and a sketch of him driving his Cadillac (aside form his taxi, which coincidentally a Cadillac too). For Claire, the dress she was ogling at Saks Fifth Avenue during our trips to the mall for some stuffs and a few Lacoste shirts and more dresses from Prada. Now you're thinking, where the hell did I get all those money from? Well, being the daughter of the Undertaker has it's perks, I get a load of cash, seriously, it's like 40-45 of his salary which he gives me every month so I could buy my stuff too, and that's no WWE tickets yet. He gives them to me for free, which is weird, because before with Martha and Abe I have to earn something before I get it, but in his case, he just practically gives it to me. For out weird next door neighbor, named Ronnie, I gave him those humungous headphones (that all of us in the band have) so he could listen to his classical music to himself, it's just irritating when we're getting our groove, someone disturbs of us with the playing Mozart's or Beethoven's concerto at our peak note. See, but we love him though, we always tell him if we have a big gig and the music's gone and he's watch us. Claire said, that he used to be a luchadore wrestler in the independent circuit, which is totally cool, because he used to wrestle the old stars before they were famous. He has pictures with them on his walls and he's friends with Rowdy Roddy Piper! Which is totally cool and rad, but somehow Claire said it isn't rad or cool but totally lame. Lame? How could she say that a luchadore wrestler is so lame? Why Rey Mysterio was a luchadore too, but he's cool. I heard the doorbell ring, I guess that's Chuck I stood up and went to get the door. I opened it and Chuck rushed in from the freezing weather, he was still freezing, at the fact that he was wearing, dare I say it. Three jackets, five gloves, three bonnets, three shirts, two sets of pants and three scarves around his neck. He brought the two huge brown paper bags to the counter and said

"Claire! I've got the turkey!"

Claire came out of the kitchen in her apron and brought the bags to the kitchen and shut it's door tight. Well then, that's the end for the wafting smell of gravy in here. I scoot over to the Christmas tree and lie down underneath it, that's what I always do when Martha was still cooking Christmas dinner. I love the smell of pine sap, that's always the smell me and Abe smell like after picking out our tree from the forest a few kilometers away. I see the twinkling of the Christmas lights the other decors through the pine. Then I heard some shuffling and was surprised to see Kyle, Jerry and Chuck lying down with me.

"Well is what you do kid back at home?"

Chuck asked me.

"Yeah. I always enjoyed it, it makes me feel like it's a small world"

I reply, but really, our world is a small world and I'm not joking.

"How do you celebrate Christmas back at home Billie?"

Jerry asked me, I smiled and replied

"Back at home, me and dad would cut a tree from the forest and bring it back home. While mom's cooking I lie down underneath the tree and do this. If dad isn't busy taking out all the pine needles from his pants, we'd be playing a snowball fight with my friends outside the house. When it's dinner time, my cousins and I eat together and have a rocking good time after. When it's already tome to sleep we'd usually sneak downstairs and surprise everyone"

Yeah, it's my first Christmas here, and I'm remembering everything back home.

"Guys! I think we have a problem!"

Claire said and all of us rushed to the kitchen, to find the turkey shriveled.

"We've got no more turkey!"

She said and cried, that was the first time I've ever seen her cry. Then all of the sudden I went upstairs and cried too, I felt that Thanks giving wasn't gonna be the same again. I didn't notice that I drifted off to sleep and that was just 7:30 but I didn't care. When all of the sudden I felt someone poking my back.

"Hey. Billie, get up, it's Christmas time! We've got to eat"

I turn around and Kev's face was just a few centimeters away from me and he was smiling and said

"Come on. We don't want the turkey to go to waste do we?"

I stood up and went down stairs, I didn't even care what my hair looked like I was hungry.

Then I saw it, the turkey, it wasn't any ordinary turkey. It was really weird, and there were people that I didn't know who were there. I was staring at the turkey I felt Kev poke me again and said

"Well? Pretty cool huh?"

"Cool? It's radical! It's so original! How did you do it!"

I said. Well there was turkey all right but it was sculpted. Yeah you heard me, sculpted out of Big Macs and Cheese Quarter pounders!

"Well kid I called up McDonalds and they did it"

He pointed to the three guys who were talking with Claire. Now that was what I call a colossal Christmas, I even couldn't stop laughing even though I was trying to sleep that night.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Hey guys! Get your asses down here right now! All the instruments are in the van. Get down now!"

I hear Fred shout. Well good luck to me and the guys though, after two years, I'm back there, ready to belt out the songs I've been dying to sing.

A/N: Here you go guys, well this is the last update and after four days i'll be back with additional updates. Well this is good luck to me on my test... :(... rememeber... : ) the guys/girls who read and review this really rocks... : )