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CHAPTER TWO: Meeting Shawn

A/N: Okay bear with me here. This is told from Shawn's POV, starting off from Erin's hasty exit in the last chapter.

"Come on back inside so we can discuss this rationally," Shawn yelled, frustrated by his daughter. He didn't understand what his daughter was so upset about.

"Where are you going? We are not finished yet," He called and watched her stop in mid-step.

Slowly she turned around, "I'm going for a stroll through the park," and then she walked off of the property he owned.

"You know you need to let go of your daughter," a voice suggested, "She's 20 years old. It's time for her to learn to depend on herself in the real world."

Shawn didn't want to admit it, but he was scared of letting her grow up. He thought that by letting her go, it meant she didn't need him anymore.

"Come on, you know I'm right on this one."

Shawn sighed, "Yeah I know that you are right on this one, Scott."

"I know there's a 'but' coming, so lay it on?"

"But you don't understand where I'm coming from here," He paused, turning so he could take in Scott's reaction to his next words, "I mean I've been taking care of her since birth and then when Sandra died Erin was only nine at the time, leaving me to take care of her at such a young age."

"It's like I'm so used to Erin needing me that I feel like if I let her go, she'll be gone forever. Like saying, 'oh hey dad, I don't need you anymore, your job is done here now'."

"I know it hurts to let your daughter go, but sooner or later, you are going to have to, because if you keep on doing what you're doing with her now in this day and time, youwill lose her."

"You still don't –"

Shawn never got to finish because Scott cut him off in mid-sentence, "Understand where you're coming from?" Shawn nodded, angering Scott.

"Actually Shawn, I do understand what you're saying. But now you have to understand something as well. I may not have always been there for her as much as Paul and Kevin have, but that doesn't mean I don't care about her well-being just as much as they do," Scott paused, taking a breath, then started up again only this time his voice was soft and low.

"If anything I might just care more than the two of them combined. For instance, have you ever once stopped and ever listened to her," He questioned, glaring at the younger man.

Shawn raised his eyebrows, shocked that Scott would even ask him that question," What type of question is that? Of course I listen to what she says to me."

"Obviously, you don't. Because if you were indeed actually paying attention twenty minutes ago, you would have seen that she came to you to get your blessing on her moving out to go live at OVW, to train to become a professional wrestler like her father and uncles are."

Shawn's eyes grew wide at this piece of information, which Scott noticed.

"Yeah, that's why she wanted to move out. Now had you of let her finished telling youwhyshe wanted to move out, instead of jumping down her throat the minute she mentioned moving, maybe we'd all be sitting here enjoying ourselves listening to her tell you exactly what it is she's going to be learning how to do down there," He spat, gazing heatedly at his best friend.

"This is why I asked you if you have ever stopped toreallylisten and give her a chance to voice herself to you."

Wrestling school is why she wanted to move out? Boy do I feel like a jackass. That's explains why Scott's so angry with me, because I was being a jackass by not listening to my own daughter. Yup, I am a major jackass, maybe even an asshole too.

Shawn was too busy degrading and calling himself obscenities to notice that Scott had left the room. All he heard though before Scott left was, "I bet you wish you had a listened to your daughternow don't you?" Then just like that he was gone from the room leaving Shawn to his thoughts.

FLAME