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6-3-05

It's been a week since I decided to change my ways. I can't say that I've been good at it, but at least I'm trying. When I talked to my mom on the phone and told her I wanted to change, she laughed before hanging up. Here I thought she would be happy that her daughter was trying to change. But I'm not going to let her ruin my good mood. Why am I in a good mood you ask? Well, today is my 18th birthday, and the day I found out if my father actually remembers.

"Chloe! Your up!" Shawn smiled brightly as I walked downstairs late in the afternoon. I couldn't help but smile, maybe he really does care about me. "Now you can help us decorate for Cheyenne's birthday party! She turn's one today!" The smile fell from my face as I felt a knot growing in my stomach, now I have to share a birthday with her too?!

"Sure" I softly replied grabbing a bag of balloons and walking outside to the front yard with them. I can't believe how bad my life sucks right now. Instead of hanging out with my friends and having an amazing 18th birthday party, I'm stuck going to a party for a one year old. To make things worse, we start traveling again tomorrow.

If I would have just spent time studying rather then partying, I wouldn't be in this position right now. Instead I would be back home with my mom and Jason, not here in San Antonio with a man who abandoned me eleven years ago.

"I hate blowing up balloons" I grumbled and picked up the last balloon.

"Chloe are you almost done yet? The party starts in 20 minutes!" Shawn excitedly smiled and picked up the balloons I had just blown up. "Thanks Chloe"

"Whatever" I mumbled, standing up and brushing the dirt off my short shorts.

"Could you finish setting up? Rebecca and I have to get the birthday girl changed."

"Why not" I rolled my eyes walking inside.

After trying for at least 30 minutes to get the last table set up, I was about ready to break the damn thing. Who knew trying to get a table set up could be this much work.

"Need some help…?" I turned around quickly only to find Randy standing in front of me.

"That would be nice" He nodded and finished setting the table up in less then five seconds. Not even tables like me!

"Thanks" I whispered before pushing past him and walking inside. I regretted it as I looked around the house. It was filled with many people, especially little kids. All of the screaming from everyone instantly made my head pound. Why did everyone have to be so fucking loud all the time?

"Chloe" Shawn shouted trying to wave me over to a group of people. Pretending that I hadn't noticed, I carefully made my way outside again. The back yard was the only quiet place left.

"Shawn's calling you" Randy sat down in the chair next to mine. I shrugged turning to look at him.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to him. In fact I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone…"

"Sorry, I'll leave you alone then." He was about to stand up to leave, but I sighed. This whole being nice thing was really wearing me out.

"You can stay, just try not to talk too much. I'm trying to focus on being depressed. I don't need any other things to focus on right now." I closed my eyes resting against the chair.

"Your 17 years old, your dad's a WWE superstar, and from what I've heard, you have plenty of friends. How can you be depressed?"

"Let me make a long story short. My dad left me when I was seven years old, when I grew up I started getting into trouble. Under age drinking, and partying every night instead of studying, my mom couldn't handle me anymore so she dumped me off with my dad. Now I'm forced to be with my dad, the one person in this world I hate the most."

"Oh" He responds nodding his head. I shook my head and continued to work on my tan.

"You know, your going to have to forgive him sometime. Life's too short to hate, especially if it involves your family. You don't wanna be fighting with your father all the time." He stood up from his chair and smiled softly. "But it's your life, so you do whatever you want. I'll see you around kid."

"Bye" I whispered softly thinking about what he just said. I guess he did have a brain after all…

Later that night-

"Chloe, can we talk?" Shawn asked coming into my room after the party had finally ended.

"There's nothing to talk about" I rolled my eyes sitting up in bed.

"Look, Rebecca and I were talking, and we think that maybe you should see a therapist, you know to talk about what your going through." That was the final nail in the coffin. Did he really just say I need to go to therapy?

"I don't need therapy Michaels. All I need is for you to leave me the fuck alone and get out of my life! I've been fine with out you for over 10 years! I would rather have you dead then alive right now!" I shouted everything not even thinking about what I was saying.

"Your grounded until you can start treating me with respect" Shawn calmly told me before leaving the room.

I spent ten minutes throwing all off my clothes into suitcases before standing up and throwing the bags out the window and onto the front door. I was 18 years old now, I was an adult and could do what I want, and If I didn't wanna stay here with Shawn and his family. Then I certainly wasn't going to. Yes, I, Chloe Marie Michaels, was going to run away.

I gulped looking down at the long drop from my window. Oh well, I had to do this. I had no where to go, but I'm sure while driving Shawn's car to the airport I would think of some place.

My fears subsided when my feet landed on the ground quietly. After throwing the bags in the back of Shawn's car, I drove to the airport. I finally figured out where I would go. It was the only place no one would be able to find me.

It felt like no one was on the flight that night, things were calm and quite, but not even I could believe what I had just done. I stole Shawn's car and ran away from his house. But I've done worse things in life I guess.

At exactly two a.m. I pulled up to my destination. The rain was coming down hard, and so were the tears that slid down my face. Nothing went as I had planned it to go. I was suppose to be strong, but knocking on his door made me feel even worse.

"Chloe…. What are you doing here?" His deep voice could barely be heard over the loud thunder that boomed outside.

I hugged him tightly never wanting to let him go. "I need a place to stay Randy…."

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