Here is the sixth chapter ! I had a hard time writing it. I started the seventh and the eighth one in the same time, and I finished them before this one ( I love to write wrestling scenes ).

plus, I have my french test in two days, I have to learn more than 15 texts and explain them in front of a teacher, I'l dying right now. Help.

Hm, anyway, this chapter is fully Amelia / Mark. I love to write scenes between a father and his daughter ! It's cute. But you'll see, their relation is not getting better D:

Enjoy ! Don't forget to review ! ( it really HELP me continue the story.. ) , add to your favourite ! And have a nice day ! :D

Mark went down to the reception at dawn as agreed, Amelia in his arms and a suitcase in the same hand. The little girl was not completely asleep but too tired to say or do anything. They woke up an hour earlier and he made sure she ate something this time. The reception room was dimly lit by the lamps and nobody was there at this hour. Puting on his long black coat, he walked out in the cool of the morning and took a deep breath of fresh air as he watched silently the street.

A few cars passed from time to time. He looked up to the sky and admired the still gray clouds, deep in his thoughts. However, he was quickly interrupted at the sound of a car approaching. He lowered his eyes and spotted the black van parking near the entrance.

Mark approached the man busy sorting papers in the car, who only noticed the deadman presence a couple of seconds later by sound of his heavy breathing .

"Ah! You must be Mr Call-"

The poor man did not even have the time to finish his sentence as he was pulled with force out of the vehicle. Amelia opened her eyes slightly but enough to see the man who was behind his father now.

The Undertaker dropped the bag behind the seat and quickly got into the van, checking if the key was here. He then switched on the vehicle, his daughter still in his arms. He cast a quick glance to the papers in front of him, mentally making sure that everything was okay as he closed the door and, after swinging the man's stuff and a wad of notes out the window, he started.

A couple of hours later.

They had been in the car for a few hours already, the sun was now fully awaken and weather was dry and hot. A soft music could be heard on the radio. Amelia slowly woke up, growling slowly at the pain on her back, she turned and looked silently at the man at her left.

The Phenom was focused on the road, his hands holding tightly the wheel, his face showing no emotion. They were in the middle of nowhere and Mark was more than eager to leave this damned state.

" Are we going home ? "

The soft voice of the little girl drew his father from his thoughts, he turned his gaze and looked at her daughter, always driving. "Not home sweetheart, but we're arriving soon" he answered with his deep voice.

She looked at him, not convinced as he sighed.

" I promise, okay ? Hungry? Thirsty?"

He turned again his attention to the road, taking his right hand from the steering wheel to caress his daughter's hair but she moved away, grumpy. He sighed again.

"I don't want to go anywhere ! I want to go home now ! I miss my sisters and mom ! "

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed as strong as he could to keep his voice calm. He looked at his daughter one more time. How could he tell her that he wanted to go home too.., but couldn't because there wasn't a fucking home anymore ?

" I have work to do, and I thought you would have enjoyed to travel with your father, but I see I'm wrong now. I'm disappointed. "

Mark imitated a sad voice and accelerated slightly. Amelia felt a little ashamed as she swung her feet in the air and squeezed her hands. She looked at her father who was focused on the road, then moved a little to put her head against his father's muscular arm. The man smiled as he felt his daughter relax a bit, he couldn't blame her, she still didn't know.. And he didn't know how he could explain her neither..

" Finding I'm more lost and found

When she's not around..

When she's not around..

I feel it coming down... "

Mark looked at the radio, a familiar feeling spreading throught him. He shut down quickly the device.

" Are you mad at me daddy ? "

" I'm not Amelia.. it's nothing, I promise "

She nodded quietly and closed her eyes. She missed her sisters and her mother very much. Her father didn't even told her where they were and where she was going. Feeling tired again, she slowly fell asleep a second time, holding her father's arm.

A few hours later, 4pm.

Mark drove a couple of hours more, finally reaching a little town a couple of miles near Oklahoma City. The neighbourhood consisted of a couple of house and a hotel restaurant, no one was outside except a black cat running in the street. Mark parked the car near the restaurant which was empty and he walked out, stretching himself.

He did not plan to house in Oklahoma itself, the big city being too noisy and the fans too troublesome. He closed the door and walked around the vehicle, opening the second door to take Amelia in his arms. Having locked the car and retrieving the luggages, they headed towards the hotel where they would stay a few days.

A few hours later, 8pm.

The wrestler stepped in the bathroom, seating Amelia on the washbasin. The little girl yawned and stretched herself, trying to keep her eyes open as her father told her. She looked at Mark coming back and forth between the bedroom and here. Turning slightly on her left, she looked at her reflexion in the mirror. The light cut a short instant before returning to normal. She shivered at the touch of the cold surface beneath her. She opened the tap and quietly washed her face, yawning a second time.

The deadman came back in the room, looking at Amelia and stopping right at the door.

" Is everything fine ? "

Amelia jumped and looked at the mirror before turning to her father. Her eyes widened as she looked at the mirror again before screaming and slipping back. She fortunatly was narrowly caught by the strong arms of Mark, who had no clue what happened.

" Amelia, what is it ? "

He turned her so she could face him. Her eyes were full of tears and she was struggling in her father's arm, in vain.

" Amelia, tell me what's wrong ! "

She refused to speak and continued to struggle. She grabbed her father's hair and made him cry out. Mark released her before taking her right hand and lifting her up with force, sighing in frustration. His cold heart sank at the memory of Anna, his long lost wife would have managed the situation without problems. He couldn't. He never rose his children like Anna did. The man suddenly felt like a visitor in front of Amelia. The girl continued to struggle in his hand, shouting and beating his arm. She started crying a second time then.

" Dad.. You're hurting me ! Release me ! "

~Damn~ Mark looked at her again and released her suddenly, falling on his knees.

" Shh.. I'm sorry, relax, I didn't realize.. "

He tried to put his hands on her shoulders but she backed quickly.

" You're a Monster ! You're not my dad ! You're the monster like in the mirror ! Don't touch me ! "

Amelia looked at the deadman with fear, and the man heart stopped. The look his daughter was giving him scared him more. No child should look at his parents with so much fear in his eyes, he knew. Mark was frustrated, tired, angry, and now Amelia was out of control.

" Fine, I'm not approaching. "

Mark rose, always looking at her. He then turned back and quietly leaved the room, one hand on his head. Amelia stoped crying a couple of seconds later and wiped her red cheeks. She leaned against the cold wall and curled herself into a tiny ball, closing softly her still red eyes.

She fought the monster.

Or so she thought.

hope you enjoyed ! See ya next time !