"Aalyah..."

A voice rang out, and I opened her eyes from my deep sleep. My vision blurred out a lanky tall figure, he was wearing a cheap thin hoodie and shorts, with slides and socks. His eyes held bags as he had just been woken up forcefully after a long day and his skin look pale.

Dominik.

He stared at me before I sat up, a yawn emitted from my mouth; it was probably the worse sleep I've gotten in recent memory and I was confused on what the hell was going on for a second.

Dominik pulled me into a hug out of nowhere which didn't make sense, so I gave him one as well. Confused, he let go before helping me up to my feet. "Mom and Dad need to talk to us."

Great. Again?

"Why?'' I bemoaned, his shoulders shrugged before tossing me a big sweatpants. I had forgotten that all I was in was a large spongebob hoodie and my lingerie. I quickly put them on before swiping my phone, I opened and it revealed a text from Murphy.

6:23AM. Message from Murphy.

I made sure Dominik was gone before I opened it and a gunfire of notifications popped up, random DMS from thirsty fans, or missed calls or just WWE tagging me in posts.

"Hopefully you had a better sleep than me."

I gulped, he had a poor sleep? I did too, but after his heart was broken by Seth really somewhat betraying him he possibly couldn't sleep. Murphy...

I had a dream about him, wet dream. I hopefully didn't squirt on the bed but my panties felt a little damp from it.

"Don't get your high hopes up, I slept shitty too."

I pocketed the phone before following Dominik towards Mom and Dad's room, the room looked similar to mine but it was way spacey, with a large bed which Mom was fixated on making.

"Dominik. Aalyah." Dad sat in a chair sternly, me and Dominik sat on the bed, two chairs sat towards us; guessing Mom and Dad's.

Mom joined Dad, sitting to the left of him. "Your father and I wanted to speak with you."

Ding! My eyes widened as my phone rang of a notification, and I knew exactly who it was from. Not daring to pull my phone out during a talk with my parents, I pushed it on my thigh, to silence the device.

"Your father is slowing down more, and he wants the both of you to continue the family tradition." Mom implied, her hand over Dad's hand lovingly. I loved they're relationship, I've never seen them fight before.

Just stern talks over the table, on the porch or they'd lock themselves in the room and talk it out or they'd take a car ride and talk about it or they'd take a walk around the yard. They were always so loving towards each other, nudging noses, constant flirting. It was so friggin' cute.

"Dom, there sacrifices you need to make if you want longevity in this business." Dad aimed at my brother. Don's face was bland, and he seemed to breaking a nervous sweat. I haven't seen him this nervous since his first match at Summerslam a couple weeks back. "You have to make every match count, not back out of any fight. No matter how much bigger, you have to fight for the family."

He raised his fist for the last part, with Mom approving. I'm sorry but what exactly did this have to do with me? I huffed in impatience, before Dad turned to me.

"Mija, you may not be wrestling but your voice is pure gold. You have the beauty only one can truly see, and you have to use your power for this legacy and possibly further it more than Dominik." My heart thumped a couple beats, is that true?

I always wanted to be in the business, wrestler or not. I just wanted to be in the ring and around the people heel or face. "You must carry the family legacy, and if you don't want to. Then me and your Mother both understand."

A family meeting which felt like hours Mom and Dad finally released us for the rest of the day, and the first thing was to text Murphy.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

I paused, I lost the question and before I read the message; I sat on the plush bed. The sun was high and bright on this cloudy day; it's light shined through the clouds; but the clouds ultimately blocked the sun.

I picked up the phone:

"Why do you keep defending me from Seth?"

MURPHY

She wasn't suppose to get involved nor her mother but Seth (as usual) went overboard and tried destroying the family entirely, and I wasn't gonna let that happen to them.

I sat against the bench press bar, considering the gym was unusually and a deserted area practically. I looked at her message, before coming with terms.

Seth damages Rey's eye.

He convinces me to beat Dominik near to death with the kendo stick and show no emotion to it.

He convinced me The Mysterio Family were the bad guys when infact it was...us.

"He went too far, it was only suppose to be Dominik and Rey we were after but he went overboard and brought you and your mother into it. It was unecesscary."

I felt satisfied with the response, I proceeded to pack up my bags, today wasn't a work out moody. Maybe about three people remained in the gym, and I really didn't care I just needed to get outta there and clear my head.

Juggling the keys to the car, I got into the car throwing my bag into the passenger seat, I took a deep breath of air before exhaling in a stressful way.

"C'mon Murph..." I sighed to myself, I proceeded to pull out of the empty gym parking lot and get back to the hotel.

I recieved a notification ding and I knew who it was. Being stopped at a traffic light, I opened the phone and read the message:

"Why did you have a sudden change of heart? Was it me?"

"For the most part yes, but Seth was abusive and controlling. I just had tk get out of there regardless."

I sighed as the traffic light turned green, nothing good was on the radio and I didn't have my AUX cord with me to place some music so it was an odd, awkward and quiet drive home.

I pulled into the hotel lot, and quickly scurried into the hotel where most WWE superstars were staying...also where Aalyah Mysterio was staying with her small but intimidating Dad.

Little dude could put up a fight, no wonder he was an all-time great. That was my destiny too but due to me having a connection to his daughter, he probably wanted to rip my spine out and beat me to death.

And I didn't blame him for one single solitary second.

I felt my phone buzz and I opened it.

"Did you get home safe?"

"I'm still talking to you right?"

"Your not answering my question Murphy."

"Yes I got home safe."

Monday Night Raw was only a couple days away and I sure as hell couldn't be lacking on sleep. I plopped on the bed, the dark room was depressing and lonely and I could finally get my stress out with a good two hour sleep.

KNOCK!

I growned initially. before kicking off the shoes and sliding myself towards the door, I opened it and before I could even muster out a breath I was pulled in.

"Aalyah!" I whispered scolding her, I opened the door to make sure her pops and brother wasn't waiting to attack me. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you Murphy, I can't sleep alone...not again."

"Do you know what your family is going to do if they find out you slept in???" I questioned her baffled, she looked at me with those beautiful eyes. Nineteen.

Nineteen.

She couldn't even drink in the U.S. and I'm pretty sure she was barely able to drink back in Melbourne, Australia.

My hometown.

"Fine, you can sleep in here. I got the floor." I went to grab the extra blanket, but her soft, moisturized hands grabbed my bicep.

"No."

"I can't sleep with you Aalyah-"

"I mean sleep as in deep sleep not sex doofus." She said giggling.

"Fine." I huffed "I have to take a shower, I'll be out in a few." I said, rubbing my thumb in circle over her shoulder."

AALYAH

Ugh, why did he have to be 12 years older? I didn't want sex, and I didn't want to make love but those are definitely on the bucket list. At the bottom as of right now.

God, I was still a virgin. His accent, those beautiful muscles and that jawline perfected his craft. God really took his time on him, and made a beautiful man. His smile was everything, when he was mad it was scary, but soo sexy and intriging. It was like I wasn't scared of him.

Ding.

I was puzzled, I haven't really been receiving texts from anyone but Murphy, I grabbed the pocketed phone out of my pocket and opened the message. It was from Uncle Zander. (OC from other story)

"Your doing fantastic on Raw."

I blushed, Zander was probably one of the greatest superstars ever, he and Dad had many intriguing and unpredictable matches.

"Thanks Uncle! Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Does the heart really know what it wants? What if the mind isn't sure about it?"

It took a couple seconds, but he finally responded.

"Sometimes the mind needs time to wrap around what the heart really wants, babydoll."

That hit home...really bad. My other boyfriend had cheated on me and I was still recovering; what if Murphy was the same?

"I think I have feelings for Murphy, Uncle. Is there something wrong with that?"

"I wouldn't say something wrong with it, but some people will. Your 19 going in 20, you haven't experienced life even the first stage. You have to look around your option, especially if your just fixated on Murphy due to the age gap. A LOT of people won't condone it."

He was right, and some of me wanted to give up but that other half intrigued me into wanting Murphy.

I wanted to crawl up in a hole and slowly die off. I hated my life at this point, and it was only increasingly worse.

"Uncle, what's it like being growing up poor?"

I don't know why I asked but I needed too, I've heard stories that are tear jerking about people being poor and me never experiencing it...I wouldn't know how to handle it.

"You had it easy kiddo, growing up poor isn't something to be proud of but at the same time you can learn from it. Hell, I grow up moving from dirty apartments to sleeping on the sidewalk to being in homeless shelter. I never had a bed like you had growing up or toys."

It was tearjerking, the first time Dad told me Uncle's story I almost cried but hearing it from his point of view made me break down a little.

"I grew up poor, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Gotta scoot kiddo. Love ya!"

I sent a quick heart before setting the phone down, I flopped on Murphy's bed which smelt like his woodsy cologne.

I sighed deeply before slipping my nike slides off, and curling my toes.

God, guide me too what I was getting myself into and what the future held.