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CHAPTER TEN: What Goes Up...

The following morning I was sitting on my bed starring at a spot on the wall, when Ames came inside my room.

"Morning Erin," she spoke, taking a seat on my bed.

"Morning Ames. How long have you been awake?"

She shrugged in response, "Not long really. So do you want to go out for breakfast or something with me this morning?"

I looked over at her hopeful face. "Sure, let's go to breakfast."

"Alright, be ready in to go in a few minutes. I'm going to go and tell Adam to be ready to go to."

Shaking my head, I watched Amy run out the door. Five minutes later, I was changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of black jeans with a black 'Born and Bred in Texas' shirt with a black cowboy hat and my black leather cowboy boots.

I was on my way out the door when my cell phone rang. Looking down I saw someone was calling from the private phone line in my room. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, I picked up the phone.

"H-Hello," I answered with uncertainty.

"Kiddo, are you okay?"

I let out a sigh. "Uncle Kevin? What are you doing on my old phone line? I thought that… he had it disconnected?" I could hear Kevin sigh on the other end at my hesitation towards mentioning my father.

"I thought so too, but imagine my surprise when I walk into your old room and find a phone cord in the phone jack."

"Well maybe, he had the number transferred to under his name instead of mine. Ever thought of that?"

I could feel Kevin frown on the other end, as I walked down the hallway and into the living room, where Amy and Adam sat waiting for me.

"You ready to go yet, Erin?"

I held up my hand in a 'stop' motion, shushing Adam and kept walking around the room.

"Okay so that might be the case here, but—"

"No saying 'but' alright. Even you just agreed with me. Now can we drop the subject because I know what you're trying to play at here and I'm not falling for it," I spoke, interrupting Kevin in mid-sentence.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. I can't believe you'd actually try and pull the 'sympathy for dad' card on me."

"Fine, I'm sorry, but damn it, he misses you, okay. You're his only daughter and right now, it seems that you're both hurting from shutting each other out."

"Do you hear that?" I sarcastically asked. "It's the world's loudest violins playing."

"Erin, be serious here for a moment…please."

Sighing I sat down. "I am being serious, Kevin. I've been being serious all this time; Shawn's the one that hasn't. Oh so he misses me, big fucking deal. He has another kid beside me, so he'll survive."

"Erin Michaels--" Kevin started, only to be cut off.

"Goodbye, Uncle Kevin," I spoke, pressing the 'end call' button on my flip camera phone.

"Did you just hang up on Kevin of all people?"

Nodding, I hooked my arm through Adam's and began to walk as Ames followed us.

"But, he's Kevin Nash," Ames continued. "You don't just hang up on someone like him."

"Well, I don't know about all that, except for I just did…and what," I called over my shoulder.

"Whose car are we taking?" Adam asked us.

I looked back at Amy who nodded at me. "We're taking mine, I guess." Unlocking the doors, we all got in and after making sure, they had they're seatbelts buckled up, I sped off into the morning.

Kevin's POV

I don't know how long I stood there staring at the phone and I didn't care either. I just cared about the fact that my niece, the girl who I practically helped to raise, just hung up on me.

I mean she actually had the audacity to hang up on me of all people. Go figure, I'd of never thought it would have been her to actually do that to me.

Shaking my head, I placed the phone back on the receiver and walked into the kitchen, where Paul and Scott were both sitting down and eating breakfast.

"So how's Erin doing, after last night?"

I took a seat at the table and stared at Paul. "That girl is unbelievable. Do you know what she just did to me on the phone?"

"No, but I bet you're going to tell us, aren't you?"

I made a face at Scott's comment, but kept right on talking as usual. "She hung up on me."

"Well that's what people normally do, once they've finished talking on the phone, Kevin. It's called good phone etiquette," said Paul.

"I don't think you fully understand what I'm saying. She hung up on me while I was in the middle of a sentence."

At the startling revelation Paul and Scott began to laugh hysterically.

"She hung up on you? What'd you say to her?" Paul asked me.

"Nothing really, just how Shawn…"

It was here Paul and Scott held up a hand in my direction.

"Now you see that was where you went wrong, Kevin," Scott commented. "You should've known not to try and bargain for Shawn at this particular moment in time...and two days after moving away, too."

"Well, hey how was I supposed to know? It's not like I've spent a whole lot of time around her over the years."

"Yeah, well I guess you're right. Only I would know not to do something like that so early on, right?"

"Well, it's just that you've been around here a bit more than we ever have," Paul explained to Scott.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Well, Paul and I had to work, Scott."

Scott shrugged. "And so did I...yet I still made it my business to be a constant presence in her life. I made myself clear to her that she could call me anytime…night or day, for anything whatsoever and I'd be there for her."

"Well see that's because you're a perfectionist when it comes to dealing with Shawn's daughter," I spoke up, looking at Scott.

"My knowing how to deal with her, makes me a perfectionist in your eyes?" We nodded in response. "Okay, I have been around her… a lot more than you two have ever been, but at least I made time for her, unlike some people in this house."

Paul put down his spoon and glared at Scott. "Meaning what exactly?"

"Meaning every time I'd call here, she'd be crying about something that Shawn said or did to her. And I don't know about you, but that was no way for a teenage girl to live."

"Yeah, well we used to come around too, and Shawn never said anything to her than either."

Shaking his head at us, Scott stood up and walked out of the kitchen, muttering about us under his breath.

Sighing I looked over at Paul. "Well that went well, don't you think?"

"Don't kid yourself, man. I have a feeling were treading into uncharted territories here involving Scott, Erin and Shawn."

"Gee, you think so. Now I know that this is primarily between Shawn and Erin, but I can't help but to think Scott knows way more than he's letting on here."

"You too, I thought it was only me that felt that way."

Erin's POV

"Erin, you should really have a spotter if you're going to be lifting weights," Adam said to me, watching as I pushed the bar up over my head.

"Yeah well, you're here to spot me now, so be quiet."

Shaking his head, he walked and stopped so that he was standing above me. "It's not just about you needing to have a spotter."

"Okay so then why don't you tell me what this is about," I said, placing the weight bar back into its placeholder.

"Look it's just that I'm really worried about you."

"Why would you be worried about me?"

"Because you seem to be on the edge lately and that's not healthy," he explained to me, as I picked up my water bottle and started to drink from it.

"Yeah well, I'm always on the edge…so what," I shrugged, standing up and walking over to the treadmill.

I set the speed setting to fast and began to run as Adam stood there watching me.

"The point is, you're really worrying me and just…why do you have to make things so complicated?"

"What is there to complicate Adam?" I asked, placing my feet on the sides as the belt kept moving. "I'm having problems with my father, and I never asked you to place the middle man in this fight. You volunteered, so don't go trying to blame it on me."

"You still don't get it, do you?"

"Apparently, I don't, so again why don't you try and explain it to me one more time," I yelled, now frustrated with Adam's behavior.

For a moment all was quiet, Adam screamed and left saying he was going for a walk.

Sighing, I turned off the machine and went to take an hour long hot shower. What is he so angry with me about? It's my life and no one asked him to get involved in the problems with me and my father. Rubbing the strawberry scented body wash on my arms, I decided I'd put the fight with Adam out of my mind temporarily for now.

True to his word, four hours later Adam was sitting in the parking lot with Ames waiting for me. "Hey Ames, have a good time in the sauna?"

Amy slyly grinned at me, "Yes, I did enjoy my self. Thank you very much."

Laughing, I unlocked the doors and waited for Adam and Amy to take their seats. Now on the ride over, Adam originally sat up front with me, but this time it was Amy sitting up front and Adam in the back.

"Uh Adam I thought you were sitting up front with me?"

Adam shrugged, not bothering to even glance in my direction. "So what, I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?"

"Well, yeah of course you are."

"Exactly, now drive."

Biting my lip to keep myself from crying, I turned on the engine and drove off down the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amy looking back and forth between Adam and I, wondering what the heck our problem was.

"Okay, did I miss something here? What happened between you two?"

"Nothing," I said, while keeping my eyes on the road.

"Bullshit, something must've happened at the gym because you were fine earlier at breakfast." When she didn't get any other response from me she looked back at Adam, who replied the same as me.

"Fine, you two want to be stubborn about it, ten go right on ahead," she spoke, looking back and forth between us.

Silence once again consumed the car, until Amy decided to break the silence again. "I forgot to tell you, Erin, Matt and Jeff wanted me to bring you out to see them in Cameron."

Nodding, I told her we could go now if she wanted and sp she gave me the directions. Within two ours we were pulling up in front of my Matt's big, beautiful brick house. Cutting off the engine, I got out and followed Adam and Amy into the house.

"Matt, are you home," Amy called out, from the front hall.

"In here, Ames. I whooping Jeff's butt in this fighting game."

Smirking she closed the door and pushed me into the living room, where all the noise was coming from. Immediately they put the game on pause, and stood up to greet me.

"Erin," Jeff spoke, hugging me, "How the hell are you?"

Shrugging I kissed his cheek and slightly pulled away to look at his hair. "What did you run out of colors to use?"

Smirking he shook his head. "Nah, actually, I was finished bleaching it back to my original color and then I'm going to dye the tips red."

"There's the crazy Jeff, I know," I said, while pulling away and hugging Matt. "Matty, I missed you?"

Smirking he wrapped his arms a little tighter around me. "I missed you too, beautiful." Then he moved his mouth closer to my ear and began to whisper to me. "I heard about you and your dad fighting. Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Matty. But thanks for worrying about me," I whispered back.

"It's no problem; I'm just being a good friend is all."

I laughed pulling away. "Now you and I both know, you're considered more than a good friend to me."

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at me with curious eyes. "Really, so then what am I considered?"

Shrugging, I walked back over to Jeff and stood and leaned against his shoulder. "It seems I can't tell you yet, since you haven't figured it out."

Laughing Jeff took a seat…placing me on his lap. "Uh, Jeff, don't you think I should maybe sit on the couch next to you?"

"No…why?"

"Um, well for one thing, I don't think Beth would be to pleased with seeing me sitting here on you like this," I told him.

"She wouldn't mind, Erin. She knows how close you and I are," he explained just as Beth walked into the room. "Tell her Beth, because she doesn't believe me."

Smiling she walked over and gave me a hug. "That's right. I'm fine with you sitting on is lap like that."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Why would it? I know he's still coming home to me every night. Besides, you two are practically like brother and sister, so I know nothing will come of this." Then shaking her head, she kissed Jeff and told him she'd be back later.

Now throughout the ten minutes that'd we been there, Adam just stood in the doorway not saying a word to anyone.

"Adam man, don't just stand there. Come and sit down with us," called Matt.

Looking around the room, I saw that the only available spot was by me and I knew Adam didn't want to sit near me.

"Yeah, Adam, you can sit next to me," I spoke looking at him, "Unless you have some sort of problem with that?"

Adam shook his head and I could tell he was restraining himself from saying anything mean to me at the moment.

"Well, are you going to sit next to me?" I asked this time more forcibly, startling Matt and Jeff, while Ames just looked on annoyed.

"Well now that you put that way…I guess I have no choice, right?" Adam asked, making his way over to me and taking a seat. "Because I don't need to worry over you, as you put it right?"

Biting my tongue, I turned back towards Jeff and began to engage myself in a conversation as Adam looked on.

"So tell me what have you been up to lately, Jeffy?" I watched as his noise wrinkled in disgust of my calling him Jeffy.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Jeffy? I hate that nickname."

I smirked and kissed him on his nose. "Oh come on, you know you like it?"

"No, actually I don't."

"But you're my older brother, Jeffy, and I love you," I whispered in his ear, making him blush.

"I'm not that old, you know."

"The hell you are. You're like 25 and I'm 20," I loudly exclaimed.

"So what, in five years you'll be my age. Then let's see who's old."

I smirked at him, "You'll still be older than me, Jeffy."

"Must you always be right, about every little thing?"

I smirked and leaned in real close and whispered into his ear, "Now you don't really want me to answer that, do you?"

Jeff scowled at first, but then began to laugh. "I've really missed you, you know that? Promise me, you'll never just disappear and not write me like you did last time."

"I promise. I'm back, for good, this time. Or at least I will be after I take care of one last little thing I need to do."

I guess Adam had had enough, because next thing I know he's mocking.

"Oh how sweet," he mocked, "Shall I give you some tissues, or are your shirt sleeves more than enough?"

Eyes blazing with anger, I stood up and got in his face. "Fuck you."

"Not now. I'll wait till you and Jeff are both finished."

"What's your fucking problem?"

"You're my fucking problem," he vehemently spoke.

I didn't realize when I raised my hand, nor did I realize that I had slapped him across the face. It was only when I heard the resonating crack from the slap as well as the red hand print on his face, that I realized I had slapped him.

"Oh God," I whispered, before running outside, hopping on Jeff's Harley Davidson and taking off.

No one stopped me either. I don't know if it was from shock of my slapping the hell out of Adam or their knowing I needed to be alone, but I was gad they didn't follow me. I needed to take this time to reflect on what happened back at the house, before I lost out on the most important thing in my life for good.

My sanity.

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