CHAPTER 2: Then Marissa…

Shane McMahon was driving to the arena for tonight's show. With him in the car is his family. His wife of ten years, Marissa, was sitting beside him, carrying their almost six-month-old boy Kenyon who was sleeping peacefully, and seated in the back of the car was their two-year-old first born, Declan. This was the first time that they would all be at a pay-per-view together, and how fitting is it that Shane was involved in a match—in the main event, and it was Hell in a Cell.

Shane has noticed that his wife hasn't spoken more than three words for every question he asked or comment he made, since this morning. This was freaking him out. His wife was a patient woman, a very nice person, and if she was mad or was pissed at something or someone, she'll rather not say anything and just stare out the window, afraid to say or do anything she might regret later on. That is exactly what she's doing now.

"She isn't mad, is she? She can't be… what in the hell have I done? Or what in the hell happened today?" Shane thought and tried to recall the events this morning.

-Flashback-

When Shane woke up this morning, Marissa was already awake. This was nothing unusual, but what was different was her mood. When Shane kissed her and greeted her "Good morning", she replied with a monotonous voice. There was no glow in her eyes, and her face was pale. Normally, she would be cheerful and excited, but today, things were a bit different.

"Hey, baby, is there something wrong?"

"No… why?"

"You don't look fine."

"I'm okay…"

"You sure? Seriously, you look pale and down today. If you're not okay, you can stay here if you want. Get some rest and quiet. There's just much commotion in the arena, you know… Then I'll call you as much as possible to check up on you."

"I'm fine… really…" She then proceeded to the comfort room to prepare for the day. She also proceeded to prepare the things that the kids will need.

Marissa was that way the whole time… barely speaking a word and was caught up in her own thoughts.

-End of Flashback-

"Ahhh!" Shane was screaming in his mind. He can't wait to get to the arena to talk to his sister. Maybe she knew something. Afterall, Steph and Rissa had been best friends even before Shane and Rissa got married, that they already were like twins. They dressed alike, talked alike and when together, were inseparable. Their closeness drove Shane crazy, at times, that it was as if he knew Steph because she was his wife's best friend, and not because she was her sister.

Upon arrival at the arena, they proceeded to their own locker room and Shane went in search of her sister, who was already in a meeting with her dad and creative. He had to be there as well, and try to pitch in whatever ideas he had. But before he left, he had to properly say goodbye to his family.

"Hey kiddo, dad's going to find Aunt Steph and grandpa, okay? So you stay here and be a good boy. Take care of mommy, and your little brother. Grandma might come in a little later. So be nice… no running around, no making a mess. Got that?" Shane was talking to Declan and ruffled the little boy's hair.

"Aye, aye, sir!" the kid replied doing a playful salute.

Then Shane turned to his wife. At this point, she was preparing little Kenyon's things, making sure he would be comfortable in this environment for the next 6 hours or so.

"Hey, um… I got to go meet with Steph, dad and creative. You sure you'll be fine here?"

She nodded and gave a small half-smile. "I'll be fine."

"Okay then. If something goes wrong, tell Declan to go and tell whomever… or to have someone go get me. Just stay here and take a rest. Just chill and relax. You really, really sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah…"

He gave her a peck on the cheek and left the room to attend the meeting. He was still bothered by Rissa's actions. Could Steph probably have any clue on what was wrong with her? He truly hoped so. He had to know, before he goes completely insane. He made his way quickly to the conference room.

First it was Steph, now it's Rissa! What is seriously going on?