I own nothing but, Lindsey and her Dad. WWE belongs to Vince McMahon in real life. I DON'T OWN DTBH

I sat on my bed for a few hours in silence. And then hell started banging on my door.

"Hey Lindsey! Are you decent chicka?" Beth yelled from the other side of the door.

"Yea. I'm decent." I replied while smiling at Beth's adequacy towards me. The door opened and Beth was there in normal clothes. She had two more people behind her. One was a big guy. Well big for normal people; I'm used to having WWE superstars around me. She also had a girl behind her. She was blonde, and looked about my age.

"This is Duane Lee and Lyssa." She pointed to each of them. "Duane Lee's dad is the big blonde guy you met earlier. That's also Lyssa's father."

"Good to meet you both. I'm Lindsey." I said looking at them. Beth sat on the edge of my bed, and looked back at Duane Lee and Lyssa.

"Why don't you two go downstairs, and we'll meet you down there." Beth suggested. Uh oh! Either I am going to get yelled at or she's going to try and be my "friend". I've had enough of people trying to be my friends. I have my true friends, fuck all the rest of the posers!

"Lindsey Ann," Beth started.

"How do you know my middle name?" I interrupted. I only told family my middle name. I don't like it because I was named after my grandma on my mom's side. She was a true angel, and I'm not. I shouldn't bear her title of greatness.

"Your dad told us about you and your siblings. Mostly you, though. I guess it was because you were the one he knew the best. Since you're the one that lived with him." She explained.

"Oh…" I replied startled at her openness with me. No one has been that open and honest with me since….I guess since I lived with my dad. At least when he was home.

"Lindsey, I just want you to know that Dog and I are here for you. We've all been down this road too. And I guess what I'm getting at is, if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm here for you." Beth said while looking into my eyes to make sure I got the message.

"You're not the only person that promised to be here for me. I've been down THIS road before. You'll promise to be here for me, and then ditch when things get complicated. I know how this rodeo will turn out." I sneered angrily. She looked shocked at my anger. "The difference between me and those other people is, I'm not going to leave. I swear to you. I know what you went through growing up. Your dad never being there, your mom being so far away. And I know that you started going down the wrong path, when your mom and step-dad, Chuck, got divorced." She said determined. I felt a tears starting to brim my eyes. I quickly wiped them away.

"Fine. If you think you can do better than the other liars, then go for it." I challenged her. She got off the bed and looked at me with a smile.

"I always do it better. Now come on, your dad's down stairs cooking with Big Daddy." Beth demanded. I laughed at Duane's nickname. We headed downstairs. It suddenly got quiet when we approached the landing. I became self-conscience and looked away from everybody's wondering eyes.

"Beth, you didn't hit her, did you? The poor girl looks scared out of her mind." Dog joked. I looked up and saw, yet again, another freaking Chapman man. Wow that's a tongue twister. The guy was also a tongue twister. He was tan, muscular, a little shorter than the rest of the guys, but taller than me for sure. Damn…I'm a fan!

"Hey Lin, you wanna help me in the kitchen?" My dad called to me.

"No." I answered. He poked his head out from the kitchen, and glared at me with the 'I'm the dad, so you WILL help me' look. I really don't like that look. "Fine."

When I walked into the kitchen, I was handed several dishes and bowls. That had raw meat and other various things on them. I gagged at the sight.

"I thought You and Duane were down here cooking, while we were upstairs!" I accused. The smell of raw meat really gets to me.

"We were busy!" Dad explained.

"Busy my ass! You all were probably down here sitting on your asses, watching some game on TV!" I corrected. I heard laughter in the living room.

"Well, damn. I guess you know me too well!" Dad laughed. Damn right I know you too well! He opened the sliding door that led to the deck/patio/pool area. I sat the disgusting, bloody, raw meat on the table. I sat down in one of the chairs far away from the meat. Don't get me wrong! I love meat, it just has to be cooked and not bloody.

I was watching Dad grill the meat with Duane when I heard the door open again. It was the sexy, tan, tattooed, muscular guy. He sat beside Duane Lee on the other side of the table.

He looked back in mine Beth's direction of the table, and looked angry. At me? I don't even know your fucking name dude! You don't know me! Screw you!

Why's he already mad at me? Most people at least have to talk to me first before they're mad at me…