The room was quiet. A buzzing sound filled Breena's head, but she couldn't see anything. She knew exactly what had happened. The fight, the punch; memory in check.
Her sight slowly came back, blurry. The buzzing subsided to a hum and everything sounded like it was underwater.
There was a scent in the air, a familiar scent. Along with it was a copper taste. She gagged a little and coughed blood. She panicked. She had seen enough court tv to know what happens when you unknowingly swallow then choke on blood.
She thought of Emma. She could make her out, but couldn't tell if she was knocked out. Breena called out Emma's name or at least she thought she did. She couldn't tell if she did of what she really said.
Breena tried to get to her, but fell. Her senses were starting to come back, but her knee was in insane pain.
"Don't try and move." She could hear Emma say. "We were fucked up pretty bad. Just sit still."
Emma sat with Breena until everything came back and all she was left with was knee pain and a killer headache. Emma helped her onto the bed and stayed with her.
"I still remember what happened" Breena said. "Everything"
"I'm trying to forget." Emma said. "I have a bad feeling"
The girls were alone for awhile. They thought that whoever was after them was worried. They almost revealed him, but why was he so worried about being hidden. Breena could have given a good description to a sketch artist but he wouldn't have guessed it.
"We're never going to get out of here, are we?" Emma asked softly.
"Hey do you think our dad's would let us down? Not like this. This is serious, and they are always there. They're the brothers of destruction."
Emma smiled. Breena said it to reassure herself just as much as Emma. Truth was, she had no idea how much longer they'd be here. She had no idea where they were. She was certain, however, that their fathers were doing anything and everything they could to find them.
Mark had no idea of his daughter's condition. It was probably for the best right now, but he knew something wasn't right. His phone never rang in the middle of the night. There wasn't a single picture or message. Seeing, hearing, knowing the pain and suffering the girls were going through was only comforting in the fact that he knew they were alive. Silence meant anything. It gave Mark all the time in the world to think about every possible scenario they could be in.
Mark had to leave his room. He grabbed his phone, room key and wallet. As he left he saw John Cena leaving Glen's room. It was more than a storyline, but who knew now, things were in the air. It was hard to tell what was real or fake.
His phone rang while in the elevator. He jumped. It was Sara.
"Hello." He said
"Mark what's going on? I can't get a hold of Breena. The house phone is ringing and the machine picks up, her phone goes straight to voicemail. Where is she?"
Mark sighed. "Something's been going on. Someone has been stalking her. Her and my niece. They took them and Glen and I have no idea-." He had to stop himself
Besides anger, Mark never dealt with the situation emotionally. Mark never really dealt with things emotionally. It was genetic which he was sure was passed to his daughter.
It was almost as if he had lost his voice. He started to tear. Sara only saw him like this twice before.
"I don't know what's happening to my baby." He finally cried.
The elevator opened and Mark walked as fast as he could out of the lobby. He felt the stares from people in the lobby. Most were wrestlers hanging out or eating, fully aware of the situation.
"What happened? I talked to her, she didn't tell me."
"I don't know Sara. I can't handle this. She's my life and she needs me more than ever before now and I can't help her. I've never let her down more than I have now. I've missed out on so much of her life, and I've felt so guilty. Now, now I can't even help her at all."
"Mark, listen to me, this isn't your fault. This probably would have happened if you were there or not."
"They wouldn't have taken her!" He yelled
Sara knew she couldn't help him. She could only listen.
The buzzing finally went away. Whoever was after them still hadn't returned, but made them fully away that they couldn't leave. All ways out were blocked.
"You need to go to a real doctor." Breena told Emma who was looking at her cuts and bruises in the mirror.
"Look at you" She replied turning around. "How's your head?"
"Worse than any hangover." She answered
"You probably have a concussion"
"I'd think we both did, or do." Breena said
Breena could see Emma's face and she looked like hell. Black eye, busted lip. Her bottom lip put Angelina Jolie to shame. Her wrist was casted poorly by some fake doctor. Worse of all, she looked scared to death. It put every bruise and cut and injury to shame.
"Tell me about yourself." Breena said trying to ease the tension.
Emma gave her a look like she had a million heads. "What?" She asked
"I have a cousin I know nothing about. We can't exactly move. Tell me about yourself. You're athletic?"
"Soccer." Emma said
"You're good. I've seen"
"Thanks" Emma said.
"I'm a softball player." Breena replied
"Yeah, the batting cage thing." Emma said.
"Boyfriend?"
"No, sadly" Emma answered. "You do, right?"
"No, he's just a really good friend"
"Sure." Emma said
"Seriously. I wish I had a boyfriend" Breena sighed. "My catching career better not be over"
"You'll be fine:
"Yea we will" Breena replied.
Their stalker never came back. They knew it was a test. They would most likely get shot if they even opened the curtains. They were stuck
"Do you think we scared him?" Emma asked
"Honestly, I think he's planning something" Emma answered
They were right. The door slowly opened and in came two men. The girls tensed up and took each other's hand. The two men said nothing, just grabbed them, bound and blindfolded them. They remained calm. They were together and together they would be ok.
The two men put them in an elevator. It had to be a service elevator because Breena heard one of the men pull the door down. They were then guided out and down a winding hallway.
Breena could barely walk. She was limping, being dragged by one of the men. As they were going down the hallway she had to stop.
"What you are you doing?" She was asked. It sounded like the ringleader.
"You busted my knee jackass. Remember? I can't walk anymore"
Whoever was leading her took her and put it around his shoulder. He wasn't the same guy they were used too. She could tell, this guy was bigger, she could feel it. For some strange reason, she felt safe. She grabbed tightly to his shoulder and he returned it by holding tightly to her hip.
The girls were thrown into the back of a van. They were able to find each other and stay close. The two men were up front and didn't say one word the entire ride. There was no radio, nothing, just the sound of passing cars.
There were a million and one places they could be taken.
Mark was able to pull himself together enough to make it to work. Work took just enough of the edge off. He put all of his energy into working that night.
"I can't do this" Glen said. "Why haven't we heard anything?
"I don't know, brother." Mark answered. "The more I think about it the harder it is for me to just breathe."
There was a knock at the door. Shane walked in.
"Hey guys" He said
"What do you want, Shane?" Mark asked
"To send you home," he answered. "Being here must be difficult"
"Being here is the only thing keeping me from going over the edge"
"I just figured you could use less distraction" Shane suggested
"Distractions all we got right now." Glen said standing up
"Alright boys, stay, but you don't have a match" he told them and left
Glen slammed his locker shut and said, "What's the damn point? Might as well be home"
"Something ain't right. These old bones can feel it"
No match meant a lot of sitting around. It meant a lot of thinking and wondering. It meant a lot of guilt urges and angry bursts. It meant more time for other superstars to find them and tell them how sorry they really were, and how they wished there was something, anything, they could do to help,
Even backstage, the sound of the crowd was heard. It broke up the silence in their room. Not one camera came by and they weren't slated for a single interview or promo. There was nothing for them.
The van carrying the girls was now in a more residential or commercial area. They were off the highway now. They made more stops. They were still blindfolded and bound in the back, close together.
The van made a sharp right turn. Of the guys came into the back. Breena could tell it was the bigger one. He unbound them. He was soft and gentle about it. He held onto their arms as the car slowed, then opened the back door. The girls felt the wind blowing.
The man ran his finger through Breena's hair before pushing the girls the back door.
It didn't hurt at first. There was that first shock. As soon as they got up they took off their blindfolds and hugged each other.
"I think that's the arena." Emma said out of breath.
"Please, help me up" Breena cried.
Emma used her good arm to help Breena up. They used each other to walk through the parking lot and to a door.
"Help!" Emma called. Security came over. "Please, Help"
"What happened?" one asked
Emma started to try and explain the situation. Breena saw Shane McMahon circling around the end of the hallway. She tapped Emma on the shoulder.
"Shane, help us!" She called
Shane jumped 10 feet when he heard his name. He started to walk towards them. He stoped when he got close enough to them to really see them.
"Let them in." Shane said after a moment
"Do you know who we are?" Emma asked. "Please say you do"
"Of course, you are Mark and Glen's kids. Let them in" He answered "We were all worried"
"I can't walk" Breena said. Her voice was shaky
At that moment Triple H came into the area.
"Paul, give me a hand" Shane said
Paul rushed over knowing the situation
"Carry her." Shane pointed to Breena
Paul scooped Breena up as if she were nothing. Breena held onto him tightly. As they were walked John Cena turned the corner.
"Emma?" he asked. She turned. "You're Emma?"
"Yes" She answered
"Shane do you mind?"
John put his arm around Emma to help her.
"Go find her father" John said
They left Shane behind. Breena started to shake in Paul's arms. She had been so strong the entire way, but she couldn't hold it anymore. Her father was so close.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked
"I want my father" She said quietly
She couldn't hold it. She started to cry and scream for her father. Paul tried to hold her closer, but she kept crying. The pain was too much, her heard, her knee, her body. Paul placed her on a cot in the sick bay.
Shane went to Glen and Mark's room/
"They're here." He said.
Mark jumped. "Where?"
"Med"
He bolted out of the room with Glen right behind. As he grew closer Mark could hear his daughter scream for him. He started to run.
There they were, on cots, beat up. He was frozen. Some of the superstars were outside the room and Triple H and John Cena were inside. Mark rushed to his daughter's side.
"Daddy's here." He said taking her hand. "What's wrong?"
"Mild concussion, fat lip, black eye. I want to get her xrays at a hospital. She needs to go." A doctor told him
Mark just nodded. "Daddy's here."
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