Title: Daddy Dearest 2/?
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Catelyn pushed her dirty blonde hair back and let out a sigh of frustration. The information her mom gave her was not very much. She knew what city she was supposed to land in, what arena she was supposed to go to, but what now?
Security laughed at her when she said she was there to see Shawn Michaels, that he was expecting her. She frowned at them and told them it was true but they just shooed her away. They didn't believe her. What was the big deal? She found out it was a big deal as soon as the fans started showing up, pushing her up against the guard rail and cheering for anyone who would show up.
Okay seriously, she hated wrestling, she thought it was stupid and barbaric yet it seemed all these people were eating it up. She wanted to leave but her father was expecting her. The least her mother could've done was let her know where she was to meet him. She thought she'd be able to go in but obviously not. How big exactly were these guys?
Another car showed up and another cheer arose, Catelyn rolled her eyes and looked in her purse at the picture again. She looked up and saw the man getting out of the car was, in fact, him. Did her mother send him a picture? Would he in fact be able to tell her the story of her parents and what had happened? Why had her mother lied to her? Why had he never called?
His eyes roamed over the crowd and he stopped to sign a few autographs not but two feet away from her.
"Shawn, Shawn Michaels?" She quietly asked,
He paused and looked at her, almost dropping the pen in shock.
"Yes, that would be me." He said, regaining his composure. She looked so familiar. He was certain he knew her but at the same time, something told him he shouldn't want to know her.
"Did you want me to sign something?" he asked, taking a drink of water.
"No, I don't, mother said you were waiting for me. You were supposed to meet with me today."
He choked on his water and stood there coughing. "Who are you?" He asked when he was done.
"I'm Catelyn, Catelyn Freeborn."
She saw recognition at the mention of her last name but then his eyes masked over and showed nothing.
"Never heard it, perhaps you got me mixed up with someone else."
He left and walked into the arena, her jaw dropping in shock. What the hell had just happened? Her mother said her dad was waiting for her and now he's totally denying her.
Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment as everyone around her stared at her. What now? Does she go home? Does she call her mother and yell at her. Well maybe not. Her phone still wasn't replaced. Her mother said something about throwing it and it smashing to pieces? She couldn't quite remember.
As she stood there deciding what to do, she saw a security guard coming towards her.
"You, you're Catelyn Freeborn?"
She dumbly nodded and he motioned her closer.
"I need you to come with me."
She looked around on where to enter but he just reached over and lifted her up and over with ease.
"Wow." She mumbled as she followed after him.
He opened up the arena door, motioning for her to go ahead and when she stepped inside, a hand clamped down on her arm and shoved her into a room.
"Hey." She cried in outrage.
"Who are you?"
She turned to the voice and saw Shawn Michaels, her father, staring at her in disbelief.
"What you did outside was not cool." She started off. "I am Catelyn Freeborn. Remember you talked to my mother about me coming here."
He frowned. "Is your mother Elizabeth Freeborn?"
She frowned as well noticing that she frowned just like him.
"Yes, that's my mother. Wouldn't you-" She stopped, realization hitting her, "you never talked to her, you have no idea who I am do you?"
"What was your first clue?" He sarcastically replied.
"Look here Mister, I just flew all the way across the country because my mother decided she couldn't deal with me, she tells me to come here, to this arena to meet you, only minutes after telling me you were my dad."
He sat down heavily. "You- you're my- she had-"
Catelyn frowned, "How did you know my mother?"
He looked at her. "Look, you can't be my daughter. I have a family; I have to think about them. You have to go back."
Her face fell and she looked down, picking off imaginary lint. "I am your daughter. I didn't mean to come here and ruin your perfect little family. I didn't even know who the hell you were until she told me yesterday. I can't go back, she as good as kicked me out. I have nowhere to go."
He put his head in his hands. "Think Michaels, think."
"You always talk to yourself?" She asked in slight amusement.
He looked at her. "I'll get you a hotel room tonight and we'll get you back there tomorrow."
"Are you even listening to me? I have nowhere to go."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-one. And before you say anything about being able to be on my own, I just got out of college and I have no job. Mom was my support system."
He seemed to be doing the calculations in his head and when he was finished, he softly swore.
"We'll figure it out. Let me get you a pass. Anyone asks you're a family friend who just came for a visit."
"Didn't take you long to come up with that." She sarcastically replied. "Happen to you a lot."
"Don't talk to me that way. I'm doing you a favor."
"No, you're really not. You're figuring out a way out of this mess my mother created that you kind of seemed to help along, oh 21 years ago." She stood up, picking up her bag. "Look, thanks for your time, now you know I exist; now you can go back to living your happy little life. Don't worry I'll figure out my own way."
She didn't look back; she walked out the door, out into the parking lot and past security and anyone else looking at her. She walked down the street and continued walking, not paying attention to where she was going. She finally stopped when it was dark out and looked around having no clue where she was.
Seriously what was she supposed to do now? Her mom didn't want her, her dad was denying her very existence and she had barely any mon- hold that thought, she had something. She reached into her wallet and pulled out her mom's emergency credit card that she forgot to give back when she had come home from college.
This was all very well. Her mom wanted to pull this shit on her it was fine by her, she would make her pay for it though. If she was so hard up for the money then she could actually call dear old dad and make him pay.
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Later that night, Catelyn found she couldn't sleep. She was in a nice cushy hotel room that her mother had paid for as she decided to try and figure out what she could do now. She could go home and grovel to her mom but she had enough of her crap. She had been raped for goodness sakes and her cold and heartless bitch of a mother blamed her. Not to mention her so called father was denying her very existence, so where did that leave her?
Sighing, she decided she was ravenous but nothing looked good on the late night menu for room service so decided to go out. Throwing a sweatshirt on over her pajama bottoms, she went out to the elevator, impatiently pushing the button.
"I heard it actually slows it down if you do that."
She turned around to see a man with purple hair staring at her a small smile on his face.
"Is that real?" She blurted out, referring to his hair color. She immediately put a hand over her mouth, her face flaming in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean- I mean-oh- I'm just-I'm sorry."
His smile grew. "It's okay, I get that a lot."
The elevator opened and she quickly stepped in, him right behind her.
They stood in silent as the elevator descended until he spoke again.
"It is real. The hair color I mean"
"What?" She asked before nodding. "Yes, of course, dumb question, I'm sorry."
"It's no problem, really."
The elevator opened and with a small smile, she stepped out and rushed ahead, out of the lobby and into the open air. Yeah, that wasn't embarrassing.
"What, are you following me now?"
She spun around to see Shawn Michaels there. "Actually you're behind me so I guess technically you're following me."
"I meant staying at this hotel."
She scowled. "No, I just happened to choose it. How the hell would I know you were staying here?"
"What did you say to Hardy? I saw you get off the elevator with him."
Her scowl deepened. "Not that it's any of your business but nothing okay and I kept my mouth shut about who I am. I didn't even know you knew him."
"You don't know Jeff Hardy?"
"No."
"You don't watch wrestling?"
"No, it's dumb and barbaric."
"And it's my life." He said with a scowl, mirroring her own.
"Yeah, well excuse me for not being sorry."
"So why did your mother send you away? Your attitude perhaps?"
"I wasn't around her enough for her me to get an attitude. It popped up only a couple of hours ago actually, so if you're done harassing me can I go?"
"No."
"Too bad."
"You really have nowhere to go? Who's paying for this?"
"Mom's emergency credit card."
He frowned. "You need a job?"
"I don't need your pity." She replied lifting her chin.
"You need somewhere to go." He reminded her.
She stopped, tilting her head to the side. "What kind of job?"
"I need an assistant."
She laughed. "Are you that famous or something? You need an assistant?"
"Oh boy." He said with a sigh, running a hand over his face. "You really have no clue who I am do you?"
"No."
"You want the job or not."
"I don't come cheap."
"I have to pay you?"
"Hello? You said job, therefore you have to pay me. I'm not gonna do this because you think I'm some charity case who will just follow you around like a faithful daughter."
He looked around. "Can you not say that so loud?"
"Oh lord, you're not gonna tell anyone are you?"
He looked genuinely sorry. "I can't, I really can't. I have a family to think about."
She turned away. "And what am I? A mistake? Something to hide?"
"No, it's not like that. I just- it's complicated. Look, just take the job, I'll pay you whatever you want, plus your hotel, and we'll figure something out okay?"
She sighed. He was doing this out of pity. It was so damn obvious but what choice did she have really?
"Fine, I'll take the stupid job and play the assistant."
"And not say anything to anyone about…"
"My lips are sealed, okay? Heaven knows I should be used to it by now."
"Is your mom still that much of a bitch?" he asked with a small smile.
She shrugged. "Yeah but hey, I'm not the one that slept with her."
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