Disclaimer: I only own Fate and the plot.
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"Oh my god you cannot be serious!" I cried as Kevin finished telling, or more like ordering, me about his plan to take me on the road with him so he can, and I quote, "Keep and eye on me". This guy hadn't been in my life for a little over four years, and now he wants to play the concerned father. What a joke!
"I am quite serious actually, I've talked to your mother and she is just fine with it," Kevin, or dad, responded with a proud smirk as he sat with his head rested against the headboard of my bed while I stood inside my closet getting dressed. "She says it'll be good for you to get away and get your life back on track."
"Well of course the little skank agrees with you, she'll do anything to get me out of her hair!" I argued stomping across the room over to my vanity mirror to do my chair.
"Fate Alexa Nash do not talk about your mother like that!" He ordered causing me to jump a little, but only slightly. I still wasn't used to him yelling at me, but I sure as hell wasn't about to show that he scared me. "Now this is no debatable, you are coming with me back to Florida and that's final."
"Dad what did I really do, okay so maybe I got a little drunk, it's not like I did anything serious!" I responded quickly standing up from my spot at the mirror and folding my arms across the fabric of my white spaghetti strap top.
Without speaking I watched Kevin sit up and climb off my bed before walking over to my desk and typing something into my computer. He then turned back towards me and gestured for me to come over, and reluctantly I did only for my mouth to gap as I stared at the horrid sight in full color on the flickering screen.
It was the snapshot of your's truly that Naomi and Jill had taken of me last night at the club. I was making out with some random dude who looked like he was about in his mid-forties, and beside it was a multi-colored headline titled: 'Detroit Girls Gone Wild!'
Okay so maybe I did go a little overboard with the Tequila last night after all.
"Oh my god those little sluts posted that up on the net! I am going to kill them!" I growled through gritted teeth as I quickly shut of the computer suppressing the urge to grab the screen and toss it across the room.
"Well that's going to be a little hard if I don't get over the urge to kill you first!" Kevin bellowed as I rolled my eyes and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Fate do you know how embarrassing that was for Jarret to find that picture on the Internet of my daughter acting like a compete whore in a nightclub! Over half of my co-workers saw that!"
"Did--... did you just call me a whore?" I demanded standing back up and placing my hands on my hips. "Look, you haven't been in my life for four years. No calls, no e-mails, not even a stupid birthday card last night! Who the hell do you think you are to come in here and think that you can tell me what to do?! I'm twenty-three, I make my own decisions!"
"Fine, happy birthday Fate. Now, go in that closet and pack your things because you are coming with me to Florida willingly, or I will toss your little ass over my shoulder and take you to the airport myself, now you can make your own decision how it's gonna happen."
Little? Okay I was twenty-three, and sure I was only 5'5" but I was not little. I didn't move an inch at first testing whether he was bluffing or not, he wasn't since he actually came over and began to toss me over his shoulder so I quickly dodged to the side past him and grumbled every cure word I could think of as I moved over and stormed into my closet to being packing my things.
"Good choice," I heard him chuckle from inside my room as he returned to the bed while he waited for me to finish packing.
I fought every urge in my body to turn around and shove the hell of my wedges into him where the sun don't shine. This couldn't be happening, the man who practically disowned me three years ago is coming back in and trying to run my life, hell no!
I was going to do everything in my power to fight this, but I wouldn't beg, I'm still a Nash whether I like it or not, and the one thing a Nash prides themselves on is pride, and I wouldn't not give up my pride for anyone, or thing.
"Pleeease daddy, I don't wanna go! I'll be good, I promise I'll never touch another shot glass ever again. Please don't make me go!"
Okay, so I'm a chicken shit. But nothing else worked, I screamed, stomped, demanded, I even threatened to hold be breath until my face turned blue, and the bastard actually set a stopwatch on his phone to see if I could break the world record. This was my last resort.
"Fate, enough already. You've been at this for the last hour. You're coming with me an that's final so stop whining like a little girl and control yourself," he demanded in a clam tone as he sat across from me in the back seat of our limo which would be taking us to the airport, of course whatever Kevin Scott Nash did, he had to do it big.
I huffed and rolled my eyes as I folded my arms across my chest and glanced out of the tinted limo windows. I suddenly heard my father begin talking and I realized that he had his headset and apparently he was having a conversation with one of his close friends, Kurt Angle.
As I watched him completely ignore me and put all his attention on his phone conversation I took the time to notice that even though I did want to admit it, we actually looked almost identical... well features wise anyway.
We had the same light brown eyes, the same small thin pink lips, and the same almost flawless skin besides he may of had a few pimples hear and there alongside the wisdom wrinkles. Thank god for cover-up in my case. The only real difference between us was my brown hair which I inherited from my mother, although I'm pretty sure that he dyes his, maybe.
"Um, hello! What am I like invisible now?" I demanded as he finally took notice that I was still in the car.
"Yeah, Kurt hold on a sec. What?"
"We were having a very important conversation, daddy,"
"Yes and I said that the conversation was over. Read a magazine or something while I'm on this call and then we'll talk when we get on the plane, okay?"
"No, not okay! Dad--"
"Yeah Kurt I'm back, nah just my daughter whining again... haha!"
Okay, so apparently I am totally invisible now. I once again muttered obscenities about him under my breath as I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out my pink iPod shuffle and shoved the tiny pink ear-buds into my ear not really caring what song came on first since I liked every song on my iPod, I'd listen to anything to drown out the sound of his voice which was getting more and more annoying by the second.
Okay, so after a seemingly never-ending flight to Orlando, Florida Kevin and I still hadn't said two words to each other since our talk in the limo. I refused to take out my headphones, even now that we'd deplaned, since I knew now that there was no chance in hell that this wasn't going to happen. I was going to have to stay here in Florida with my dad for god only know how long.
Thankfully this time there was no limo, he had left his car, which I'm guessing was a rental, in the airport parking lot from when he left to come and get me from Detroit this morning. He literally threw my bags into the trunk of the car while I climbed into the passengers side.
Oh shit, battery died. Reluctantly I pulled the ear-buds out and rested the device gently in my lap as I continued to stare forward out the window while Kevin climbed into the drivers seat and placed his keys into the ignition before turning it to a start before he just sat there, he didn't put it in drive or anything, just sat there.
"Look Fate, I'm sorry I haven't exactly been father of the year---"
"Three years," I corrected turning to him with a smirk.
He frowned but ignored the statement. "But I'm here now and I only want what's best for you, I've always wanted what's best for you so that's why I'm doing this. Now like it or not I am still your father, so would you please stop arguing with me about this and for once just do what I ask?" He asked calmly.
I sighed and shrugged. "Fine."
He didn't respond, only smiled as he finally put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot and off down the busy streets of Orlando. Maybe I could at least try to find a mutual understanding with him while I'm here, I mean it couldn't be so bad... right?
"Dammit Kevin, we can't have this kind of bad publicity under a contract here in TNA!"
Okay, so maybe it was going to be that bad. I had been sitting with my legs crossed in this plush black leather chair for the past twenty minutes in the office of TNA founder Jeff Jarret, listening to him and my father go back in forth about getting me a contract with the company, hopefully I wouldn't get one and I'd have to go back home.
"Jeff come on man, she's my daughter and keeping her here I'll be able to keep an eye on here, what would you do if it was one of your little girls huh? Come on man, help me out," Kevin pleaded but still no loosing his edge.
Jeff sighed before thinking for a second. "Alright, alright. Look we've got this new contest underway and it should be starting in about a month. It's called the 'Knockout Lookout' sort of like the 'Diva Search' in the WWE. We're gonna getting some new female faces to compete in a contest both involving both mental, and psychical skills, and we still need one more girl to add to the group so I guess I can give her the spot, but only if you promise to keep her in check..."
Okay, that's it. "Um, you two do know that I am still in the room right?" I shouted placing my hands on my hips as I glared at Jeff Jarret.
How dare he talk about me like I'm some wild-n-crazy whore. I went a little overboard one night and he's acting like I'm going to turn into Lindsay-freaking-Lohan. I looked to Kevin who gave me a look and I reluctantly sat back down.
"Alright, she'll take the spot, thanks Jeff."
"No I'm not! Dad I thought I was just gonna be like a backstage reporter, or hell even make-up artist, the in-ring stuff is kind of your thing," I protested, this time not getting up.
"Well darlin' it's not even set-in-stone that your gonna win. It's totally up to the fans, as well as the guest judges we'll have occasionally to decided who stays and who goes, and with an attitude like that you may have some serious problems,"
I scoffed. "Dad!"
"Fate, enough already. Jeff she'll take the spot, thanks Jeff you won't regret this,"
"Oh I'm sure I will. Kevin, I'll see you at the taping tomorrow night, and just try and keep her out of the spotlight, and away from the guys until the competition starts, I'll send over the contract in the morning."
I shot Jeff another glare as Kevin grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room as well as the building and back out towards his car in the parking lot. I couldn't believe that I actually had to compete against skanky girls in some stupid little contest just to get a contract for a job that I didn't even want.
Life isn't fair.