I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.
Lance sighed as he sat idly in the back of his sixth grade class. He knew that from experience his night at home wouldn't be a joyous one. No matter how hard Lance tried he couldn't stop thinking about the problem he'd caused between Sara and Mark. He gulped as he remembered the fighting and the screaming. Lance twirled his pen around as he thought back to that night when it'd all changed.
"Sara, I told you to stay out of this." Lance and his sisters were sitting on the couch where they had been watching a movie before Mark came.
"Mark are you nuts, you told that tramp," Sara stopped herself, she didn't need to name call. "You told that woman, that you should have waited to get a better son? Have you lost your entire mind?" Mark cursed.
"No Sara, I haven't. The boy needs to man up and I'm tired of babying him. One day this phase needs to end." Sara rolled her eyes.
"Mark, it's not a phase. The boy, who's name is Lance by the way. Is a sweet, funny, and caring little boy. So he's artistic, and not athletic, he's an amazing artist. Have you ever heard any of his music?" Mark shifted.
"Some of it." Sara rolled her eyes.
"How about you listen to all of it and then talk to me." Mark grunted.
"Look, just shutup and stay out of my business. Jeremy Lance, let's go." Sara shook her head.
"No, Lance stay there!" Her voice got dangerously low so the kids could no longer hear the shouting. "I'm not going to let you break this boy's spirit anymore. You don't want him? Fine. I called my lawyer this morning and we're filing for custody tomorrow." Mark saw red.
"How dare you try to take my son away from me!" Lance and his sisters jumped at the drastic increase in noise. Gracie started to whimper.
"I don't like it when Mama and Daddy fight." Lance sighed and pulled his little sister close to his chest.
"It'll be ok, Gracie, Mama will fix everything." The girl smiled at him. Lance sighed, sometimes he did wish that she was his mama, then at least he'd have one. He shook his head and glanced at Chasey who looked outraged.
"Sometimes, I hate him." Lance sighed, he just hoped that they finished yelling soon.
"Sara, I'll say this one last time. Stay out of my business." Mark paused. "If ya don't, you'll never see the boy again, do you hear me?" Sara rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That seems highly unlikely, see because, I'm suing you for custody on the grounds of emotional abuse, there's no way you'll win. If you know what's good for you, you'll change your caveman ways and accept him for who he is. Now, get out." Mark shook his head.
"Not without my son." Sara sighed.
"I'm not releasing you to him." Mark grunted.
"I have custody, I'll call the police." Sara raised her eyebrow.
"Do you really want to do that? I am the police chief's daughter after all." Mark grunted and shook his head, she was right. Cursing he turned to leave.
"Fine, but he's coming home with me tomorrow." Sara smiled. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Lance sighed. From what he'd heard, there was a hearing today about where he'd live. He wasn't sure, but he knew his dad was a powerful man with powerful friends. Lance sighed. Either way would suck. Either he'd have a dad and no Sara or a Sara and no dad. As far as he was concerned, this was a lose-lose situation.
"Lance Calaway?" The boy looked up at his teacher. "You're wanted in the principal's office." The class oohed as Lance gathered his things for the day. The long walk to the principal's office was having his stomach in knots. Once he entered the room his heart fell into his stomach.
"Ms. Michelle?" The woman turned around and hugged him tightly. "Lance, baby, I thought you were in the truck with him." Lance was confused.
"I don't understand," he said timidly. Michelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Lance, your father has been in an accident."