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Stoney stared outside the car window as John drove down the road. She was so pissed. Why did she have to be stuck on the road with him and Randy for the summer? She shook her head, she couldn't believe her misfortune. Stoney sighed as the car drove closer to the arena, all she wanted was her daddy. Just him and nothing else. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she remembered what had happened two days before.
The day had started off well, she'd woken up and made herself a bowl of cereal. She shook her head when she saw her father reclining in his chair nursing a beer bottle. Stoney walked over to the closet pulling out a blanket and covered her father. She smiled, even though he did have his problems, he always provided more than enough love for her, more than enough. Stoney kissed his cheek before returning to her own room to go back to sleep. She'd been tired after waiting up all night for him the night before. Those nights always seemed to bring back her youthful nature; on those nights she always found herself wondering what would happen if he never came back. What would happen if he died? What would happen if she was left all alone? She shuddered, but the thought always remained in her mind...what would happen?
Stoney woke up from her dreamy slumber when she heard her father yelling and slurring his words incoherently. She sighed and rolled out of bed. She knew that if they were drug dealers coming to collect money that she should hide in the closet. She was almost into the small room when she heard her father's voice boom through the tiny one bedroom apartment. "Stoney, come in here!" She looked around and cautiously walked out of her room, this had never happened before. Slowly she walked into the open area where Stone liked to smoke. She was a little unnerved by the three large men and small petite woman standing next to her father. She could feel the tension in the air."Stoney, come here," her father said gruffly. She looked up at him wearily and slowly walked towards him. When she got near him, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. "Stoney, this is your Uncle Nuccio, Uncle Randy, the beautiful Tess," he paused when he looked and John and grunted, "and the home wrecker." John scoffed. Stoney narrowed her eyes at Tess.
"Is this the woman who threw you out?" Stone smiled.
"Something like that. Anyway, these folks say, I'm raising you wrong, am I?" Stoney wrapped her arm around her father's large wrist.
"No Daddy, I love you." Stone nodded and wrapped his hand in hers.
"See she's happy. Now get out." The people stood their ground. Stone sighed and crossed the room pulling Stoney with him. He sat down in his recliner and pulled his daughter onto his lap. "Well you might as well tell her why you think she needs to leave." Stoney felt relieved when Stone wrapped her arms around her. She really needed that, it always freaked her out when people came by trying to take her away. She loved her daddy...and hated people who tried to take her from him.
Stoney smiled as she listened to the adults bicker, she was in her own world. All she could think about was how much she loved sitting on his lap, he'd often tell her stories about his wrestling days, or his childhood, and mostly just his life in general. She smiled, she loved his road stories. Especially the ones with..
"Stoney, these idiots are talkin to ya." Stoney looked up uninterestedly.
"Yeah?"
"Sweetie, we just want to help you and your daddy."
"I don't need help, and neither does he," she deadpanned. Stone smiled at his daughter, she was sure his alright. Stone smiled. He was sure they'd stay together, the other four adults however disagreed.
"Sweetie, we think you and your daddy need help, but just in different ways." Stoney rolled her eyes.
"I told ya the first time, we don't dumb trick." John sprang into action.
"Watch your mouth." Stone practically threw Stoney off of his lap as he jumped into John's face.
"Don't you ever yell at my daughter! You piece of trash."
"Your daughter? Please she's two minutes short of being an orphan." Stoney look liberty with his words and sprang into action. She quickly kicked him in his man parts and punched him as he bent down. The melee happened so quickly that no one including Stone himself could respond before the dust had settled.
"Don't talk about my daddy, you butt wipe." Stone laughed as everyone else in the room looked on like they'd just witnessed the apocalypse. What'd just happened?
Stoney sighed when the car rolled to a stop. John pulled the car to a stop and turned towards the girl. He honestly, wasn't very pleased that he had to watch her, but she hadn't left her any other choice. Not with the way she'd acted when they were at the Cena house. He sighed, within the first hour of being at their house, she'd started fights with all three kids, Tess, and the maid. He sighed, he'd have to set down some ground rules while she'd be traveling with them. There was no way he was going to let her street attitude mar his job reputation. No way.
"Caprice, this is my job, so you have to behave and stay close to me and Uncle Randy, ok?" Stoney continued staring out of the window and didn't respond. Out of all of the people in her father's family, she hated John and Tess the most. It had been their fault that her dad had lost all of his money. As far as she was concerned they were the enemy. "Caprice?"
"It's Stoney," she ground out. John sucked his breath and rolled his eyes. "Grab your bag and stay close to me." Stoney merely rolled out of the car and grabbed her backpack. She sighed and looked down at the ground. She was still self-conscious of her black eye.
After an hour of having his parenting skills attacked Stone was over it. He was so ready to throw his brothers, his ex, and that douche bag right out on their ears. "Caprice, baby, go and wait for me in the other room." Stoney shook her head.
"Papa, voglio stare conte." (...I want to stay with you) Stone hardened his eyes.
"I mean it. Vai!" (..go!) Stoney shuddered and took off to her room. He scared her when he got like that. She shook her head, she really didn't want to leave him. She heard the yelling intensify and the argument erupt in Italian. She shuddered when she heard a crash. Then she heard her father scream in pain. Able to remain restricted anymore she ran into the room to see her father clasping his bleeding right hand. She gasped, she'd seen him bloody before, but he'd always been in control then, not now. This man had contorted features and was fuming. "Daddy!" Stone turned around furiously.
"Tornate nella stanza!" (...get back in the room!) Stoney stopped dead in her tracks and gulped. Stoney didn't move and the arguing started right back up. Stoney was becoming concerned, who was this man? The arguing intensified far beyond the bits of Italian she could understand. She was beginning to fear for more than just her father's temper. "Caprice!" Stoney looked up frightened as her father turned to glare at John. Only Stoney knew what he was about to do, she'd seen it too many times. She gulped when Stone moved in for the kill and ran across the room.
"Daddy no!" Stone being so angry that his plan had been thwarted turned and struck the first thing in his path...Stoney. The little girl fell to the floor clutching her face as everyone in the room stood wide eyed. What had he done?
Stoney shuddered as she remembered the pain that hit when her father had hit her. She sighed, she never wanted any of this. Never. All she'd wanted was her and her daddy to be left alone. She grunted as she walked down the twisting and winding halls. Her dad had always told her stories of these places, but she always figured he'd be there with her when she experienced them.
She winced when her face ran into the back of John's torso. John looked back at her. "Can't you at least pay attention?" Stoney scowled up at him. "Look, we're here." Stoney followed John into the locker room and pointed to a bench. "Sit." Stoney merely stood and stared at him.
"I'm not a dog," she said. John grunted.
"Look, just stay here and don't move. I need to go and find Randy." Stoney rolled her eyes and sat on the bench while John left the room. She sighed, and lay back. All she could ever seem to do was make people hate her. Now, on most occasions that was more than enough to supply her eternal happiness, but in this case it was the cause of her distress. How was she supposed to survive six months without the only person in the world who cared about her? How?
The door opened and Stoney glanced at the man she'd never seen before. He was shortish with scruffy beard and short buzzed hair. "Hello? You seen John or Randy?" She shook her head. The man looked around. "You can't answer me?" He walked closer to her. "You too good or something?" She stood up.
"Nope, just not scared of you." The man took a step back.
"I like you kid." She raised her eyebrow. "Phil Brooks."
"Stoney Carcetti." Phil smiled as the little girl eyed him intently. He chuckled, she sure didn't back down from a fight. He readied himself to leave when he noticed she looked dreadfully familiar. Wait...
"Carcetti? As in Randy Carcetti-Orton?" She nodded. Phil shook his head, those eyes. "Wait, wait...as in Stone "Bone Crusher" Carcetti? " She smiled brightly. It was cool to have her dad be known for something more than his crackhead tendencies. "Well, how about that? I loved that guy growing up. He's the reason I got in the business." Stoney smiled again, she was loving this…too bad her dad couldn't be there to see it. "How's he doing now, is he here?" Stoney's smiled faded and Phil noticed. "Hey, kid, I'm sorry." Phil had no idea why he was apologizing, but it seemed to make her feel better. He quickly tried to readjust. "Uh, don't worry about it. Um how about we go get something to eat?" Stoney shrugged, she was hungry. "Alright then, let's go…Stoney, was it?" she nodded. "That guy was always one of a kind." Stoney smiled, he was one of a kind indeed.
A/N I: Alright, that's chapter 2! Let me know!
A/N II: Thicker Than Blood update shall come very soon…cough cough NCJazzKnights.
A/N III: I know it's a slow start but soon we'll be deep into Carcetti drama! Muahaha!