The Cold Truth

So many thoughts raced through my head as I sat in my bed that night. For one, what was I thinking letting him back into my life? I mean the man basically used me to get back at my father. How was I supposed to know if he was truly serious about loving me? I sighed and slouched down into my bed.

"If my father finds out about this, he'll be beyond pissed…" I said out loud before resting my hands on my belly. I wanted my baby to know her father but, part of me also wished that he never found me. Still…I couldn't hide the fact that I did indeed miss him. Those charming eyes, mysterious attitude, and hot body were hot not to want. How could I resist…

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a motorbike being parked outside of my house. At first I thought it was Mark, so I hopped out of bed, put my little black jacket on and ran downstairs to meet him at the front door. Instead, I saw my father getting off of a brand new motorcycle. He hung his helmet on the handlebars and made his way up to my house.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" he asked when I hugged him.

I sighed, "Oh I'm good, just taking things one day at a time."

He nodded and stepped into my house but he didn't go that far. He rubbed his head and sat down on my steps as I closed the door.

"Is everything ok dad?" I asked. "You seem a little down about something."

He sighed and glanced at me, "Serena, I need you to be completely honest with me."

"About what?" I asked.

He didn't say anything for a moment which made me pretty nervous. "Dad what' going on?"

"Vince McMahon is threatening to fire me." He said.

I gasped, "What? Why?"

"Because I refuse to give up your location so the Undertaker can find you." He said.

I shook my head, "You're protecting me from him, why would Vince want me found?"

He rubbed his face again, "I don't know how he knows, but Vince found out about your pregnancy and he knows it's the Undertaker's child. He feels as though the Undertaker deserves to be a part of the baby's life."

"Well he does." I blurted out.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh come on, don't tell me you're siding with him."

"Dad just hear me out ok?" I asked as I took a step towards him. "Look, I know you think the Undertaker will harm me and the baby but I really think you're wrong. He's human just like the rest of us."

"There ain't nothing human about that man Serena! Any man who preys on an innocent young girl like you just to get at me, isn't a man! He's a monster."

I sighed and walked into my kitchen, "Whatever dad."

He got up and followed me into the kitchen, grabbing my arm tightly before swinging me into the wall.

"Dad! What the hell is your problem!" I yelled.

He pointed his finger at me, "You're in love with him aren't you!"

"Dad that's ridiculous!" I yelled. "Why would I be in love with a man who used me?"

"Because you're no different from that whore of a mother of yours!" he yelled.

My eyes widened, "Excuse me? How would you know what my mother was like when you only adopted me!"

He fell silent before slowly backing off of me. I didn't budge as he turned away from me and leaned onto the counter.

"I know how she was because…I'm her real brother." He said.

I chuckled, "You? Are you kidding me?"

"Serena it's true. I'm actually your uncle." He said.

I folded my arms, "I don't believe you."

He glared over his shoulder at me before sighing, "Your mom and I grew up in Austin, Texas. She was a little whore from the time she learned about sex, up until the time she found out she was pregnant with you."

I shook my head as tears began to form. "That isn't true…"

"It is Serena!" he yelled as he turned and looked at me. "Your mother didn't know who your father was at all. I didn't want you to turn out like her so I adopted you and raised you to think better…clearly I didn't teach you a damn thing."

"I made one mistake ok!" I screamed. "I know I should have known better than to sleep with a man I had just met, but if you were in my shoes I'm sure you would have did the same thing!"

"Serena, I have common sense ok?" he said. "I mean sure, you do know who the father of this child is, but whose to say you'll know who the next child's father will be."

I gasped and slapped him across the face. I wasn't expecting a reaction out of him, but boy did I get one. It only took a split second for him to swing and backhand me right across the face. I fell into the wall, hitting my head with enough force to put a dent in the wall. My nose began to bleed as anger and shock coursed through my mind. I looked at him as he glared at me with regret in his eyes.

"Serena..I'm…I'm so sorry." He said.

"Get out." I said softly at first.

He sighed and tried to come towards me, "Serena-"

"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!" I screamed as tears left my eyes.

He didn't say anything else before leaving me in peace. I slowly slid down the wall and cried my eyes out, not believing that he of all people would actually strike me.