She looked at her phone when it buzzed. It was a text from her dad.
"Need me to come get you on my way?"
She sighed as she texted him back.
"Already at the arena."
The little lie had worked for three days now. He still thought she was running with The Shield, hiding away in their locker room, when the truth was she was in her hotel room. Still hiding though. Hiding from everything and everyone. She should have known better. She should have known that her dad would sense something was up and the second he was at the arena, he went to knock on the door to their locker room.
"Taker? What can we do for you?" Seth asked as he opened.
"I wanna speak to my daughter," Undertaker answered.
"She's not here," Seth looked uncomfortable.
"Where is she?" Undertaker asked.
"I don't know," Seth answered.
Undertaker pushed Seth aside and marched right into the locker room, taking a quick look around and stared between all three of the men.
"I thought she was running with you guys," he said.
"Not anymore. We haven't seen her in three days," Roman said.
"What did you do to her?" Undertaker narrowed his eyes.
"Nothing," Seth said.
"Don't lie for me," Dean stood up and looked directly at Undertaker. "Her and I had a fallout so she decided not to be around us anymore."
"What kind of fallout?" Undertaker asked.
"A bit of bitching on both of our parts. Look, Taker, I respect the hell out of you but your daughter and I just don't get along," Dean said.
Roman and Seth were impressed that Dean actually owned up to it being his fault. Of course he didn't tell the entire truth but what he said was more than enough. Apparently Undertaker took it well.
"I respect you for being honest with me, kid," he said. "I'll leave you three to it."
It didn't go unnoticed to her that her dad's behaviour was off the next morning. After all, she knew him very well and he was way too quiet on their car ride to the next arena. After checking in and getting their key cards, he followed her to her room as she entered and put her bag down.
"Alright, thanks for the escort, dad," she tried joking it off.
"Come with me," he said.
"Where to?" She asked.
"You're gonna follow me all day. I know you've been lying to me, Maisie. You haven't set foot in any arena the last three days," he said.
"How...?" She started.
"I went to see the Shield boys yesterday," he answered.
"Great," she muttered.
"So you had a fallout with Dean? Big deal. I don't care if you run with them or not but you're coming with me to the arena," he said firmly.
"A fallout?" She shook her head. "Yeah, dad, let's call it that. Sure, I'll follow you around like your little lapdog."
"Maisie!" He said in a hard tone. "You watch your tone with me, young lady."
She hated the place before she even set foot inside it. She followed him from the car, arms crossed to signal that she really didn't wanna be there, but he pretended not to notice. He sent her straight to the ring while he had some business to tend to.
Luckily no familiar faces were near the ring as she entered. She took a quick look around before jumping the barricade and walking up one of the stairs to take a seat on top. She pulled her hoodie up over her head, hoping that no one would be able to see it was her from afar. As The Shield suddenly entered to get some practice done, she sank further down in her seat.
"You know it's her up there, right?" Roman asked.
"Yep," Dean answered.
"You're gonna behave?" Roman asked.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna be a good boy," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Good. Because I'm going to talk to her and ask for a second chance," Roman said.
"Wait, what?" Dean looked confused.
Roman was already jumping the barricade, leaving Dean and Seth to their own.
"You're good?" Seth asked worried.
"I'm fine, Seth. It takes more than one bitch to bring me down," Dean answered.
"You blew up badly last time you were near her," Seth reminded him.
"Well, a lot of things were said and done that day. Don't you think I got it in me to move on? Don't worry, I'll ignore her like I used to," Dean said with a frown.
She watched as Roman walked up the stairs. She tried sinking further down but it was no use. She knew he was heading towards her and just 30 seconds later, he sat down on the seat next to her.
"How have you been, Maisie?" He asked.
"What do you want?" She asked lowly.
"Me? I've been fine. Missed you though," he flashed her a smile. "Come on, girl, it's not me you're mad at."
"Sorry," she said.
"So how have you been? And where have you been?" He asked.
"Staying back at the hotels," she answered.
"Alone?" He asked.
"No, my secret lover was there. Yes, alone, Roman," she rolled her eyes.
"Alright," he chuckled.
He placed his arm around her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze.
"I'm sorry about what happened. We all are," he said.
"He's not," she said.
"Dean is just being Dean. Difficult from time to time. But we talked about it and he's not gonna do anything to you," he said.
"I think he's done enough so far," she said,
"I'll prove it to you. Come out with us tonight," he said.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Last time I went out with you guys, shit hit the fan," she said.
"That was then, this is now," he said. "Come on. I promise to protect you."
"If I get stuck on his side of the table again, I'm leaving before I even sit down," she said.
"Fair enough. We'll meet up after the show. Where can we find you?" He asked.
"I'll wait outside," she answered.
He nodded and smiled and then he got up from the seat and started walking down the stairs again to join his two friends inside the ring.
"So?" Seth asked.
"She's coming out with us tonight," Roman answered.
"Great!" Dean muttered sarcastically.
"You promised, Dean," Roman said in a hard tone.
"Don't worry, I won't touch Taker's precious little spawn. Got me in enough trouble last time," Dean said and rolled his eyes.