"Haha. You are a real comedian Orton. Hmm… Now I gotta go to bed. So freakin' tired. Wanna get out of this dress." Nikki mumbled as they walked in the house.
"I thought you don't wear dresses." Randy asked.
"I don't. This dress is the single dress I wear to every formal event I go to. I keep it well maintained, dry cleaned and all every time." Nikki said. She removed her shoes and carried it upstairs with her.
"You know, it would be totally fun like this, if we could do this every night." Randy removed his shoes and followed her upstairs.
"Ha… that's not real isn't it? We aren't like those other people." Nikki said.
"Sure we are. We're young, hip, and we got money." Randy replied. "Take a reality check girl."
Nikki chuckled. "Yeah, well my reality check bounced. I need to make a living you know."
"For what? You're a billion dollar baby. What's to do for that?" Randy said.
"Ah… seems like fun and games for me huh? Hmm… I just grew up with money, doesn't necessarily mean I go everywhere with it." Nikki leaned on her door.
"I guess so. True that." Randy said. "Where are those two anyway?"
"You mean Trish and John?" Nikki asked.
"Duhh." Randy said.
"Don't say that." Nikki put her finger over his mouth. "What was that?"
The two looked around and heard the sound of laughter.
"Shit. Good night." Nikki gave Randy a peck on the cheek and entered her room.
"She gave me a kiss." Randy whispered. He entered his room too.
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The Following Morning…
"Good morning sleepyhead. Made a veggie dish for you." Trish said.
"Hmmm?" Nikki mumbled.
"By the way, your dearest father called. Collect call from London." John said.
Nikki rejected the veggie dish. She sat down on the couch and turned on the television. "Why?"
"Call back, IMMEDIATELY." Randy answered.
"Not now. I am so done." Nikki said.
"Huh?" The three simultaneously said.
"I am washed up. I need a latte." Nikki said.
"Hey… what's this?" John snooped around at a magazine.
"What?" Nikki asked.
"A letter to Stacy from some sort of court." John replied.
Nikki snatched the paper from him. She chuckled. "Oh… wait 'til dearest father sees about this. It's time for the call."
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The Phone Call Later that Morning…
"Nicole, can you please explain why the bloody hell is your sister crying her bloody eyes out?" Mr. Keibler asked angrily.
"Dad—" Nikki tried to talk.
"No, you know what? That boy broke her heart huh Nicole?" Mr. Keibler said.
"No, it didn't—" Nikki tried once again to talk.
"And now she's telling me she hates you for not defending her when the two were fighting and she was in the hospital!" Mr. Keibler yelled over the phone.
Nikki walked outside to the veranda and shut the door. Trish, Randy and John went upstairs and opened a window.
"Excuse me?" Nikki began.
"Listen up—" Mr. Keibler interrupted.
"NO DAD, YOU LISTEN TO ME FOR JUST ONE MOMENT, THEN YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE TIME YOU WANT TO SCOLD ME." Nikki yelled out as calmly as she can. She took a deep breath. She could feel she was starting to feel lightheaded. "Sorry, but did she say she hates me for not defending her when the two were fighting when she was in the hospital! Dad, with all due respect, she was never hospitalized! I was the one who was laying on my ass in the hospital because I had just found out that something is wrong with me. And them two fighting!" Nikki yelled. "I almost died because those two idiots wouldn't stop fighting. You know, for a 24 year old like me, I can already count 12 gray hair just growing in my hair!" Nikki leaned on the railing and took a deep breath.
"I thought you were more responsible than that." Mr. Keibler sounded disappointed.
"Damn it Dad, I AM! I can't freakin' help it if a part of feels like it's ready to die soon. You know what? FINE, maybe since she became pregnant her and Orton became distant. I took care of her! I had her back, and what does she do? I feel like I've just been stabbed in the back by my own sister!" Nikki argued.
"That Randy is trouble. Why did she start to date him? And stabbed you? What did she do to make you feel that way!" Mr. Keibler argued back.
"No, Orton is not trouble. He happens to be a very nice friend, a best friend, and Stacy took advantage of that. I don't know why she started to date him, and even then, that is not my business, and she lied to me! Lied to all of us, lied to the father of her baby!" Nikki ran inside and grabbed several papers and headed outside.
"I want that man to have no association with the Keibler family or he will have to suffer the consequences." Mr. Keibler said. "And your sister being pregnant? She said she was only kidding, she said she was never pregnant."
"WHAT!" Nikki yelled so loud that it made the other 3 upstairs jump back. "If you want Orton to back off from OUR family, then I guess I'm going to have to go too. You know, this man is actually the only man I know that cares about me, no matter who I am, what I grew up with, what I have! He and I… we're the best of friends. And you just want to take that away from me? No dad, no. After all the guys I have tried to befriend, he happens to be the one that gets my world." Nikki began to cry.
"I know, father's instinct, that that man is trouble!" Mr. Keibler yelled.
Nikki started, "Gosh Dad! What do you know about me? Besides those one week per summer I'd spend with you in London, and I was still in etiquette school! You were never home dad," Nikki's voice began to crack. "You were never there when I needed a real dad, you don't know who I am, you know nothing about me. I love you to death dad, and for the fact that you paid for my tuition and for everything I needed to get through my adolescence and teens, but you know nothing about me. You didn't even know Trish was my best friend, and she lived next door to us, until my senior prom. You never found out what college I was going to go to, whether or not I had a boyfriend. You don't even know the simplest of things, like my favorite color, my favorite song, what I like to eat." Nikki held the papers tight in her hand. "And by the way, Stacy only kidding she was pregnant! You know what, I only have this to tell her: If she was never pregnant for real, how could she have gotten an abortion?" She dropped the call and dropped the papers and placed the phone on top of it. She sunk down and began to cry.
Randy was the first one to go downstairs.
Nikki began stammering. "I-I-I don't know anymore. I yelled at my own father just because for once I-I-I t-t-tried to tell h-him about what I-I really f-f-felt."
Randy hugged her. Her tears ran down his sweater. "I love my father, I love my sister. But for years, I've felt I've been ignored, used for somewhat."
Randy began to cry too. "I think you need to apologize to your father."
"Why!" Nikki asked. "He's caused nothing but pain for me."
"No matter what, he's still your father." Randy reasoned.
Nikki shook her head and sunk her head deeper into Randy's shoulder. "Fine… just not now. I'm not ready to speak to any of them for a while now." She got up and grabbed the papers.
Randy watched her go inside and throw the papers in the garbage and mutter something to herself. He ran inside to catch up with her. Trish and John, who were sitting on the couch, watched them. John tried to get up, but Trish pulled him down.
"Let the man wok his magic." Trish said. John nodded.
"What are you going to do now?" Randy asked.
"I'm quitting." Nikki said.
"Quitting what?" Randy asked.
Nikki turned around and looked at him. She sighed. "The WWE."
Randy, even Trish and John heard, gasped.