Disclaimer: I only own Evie and Dr. Lynn.

A/N: A HUGE thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, I love you all! A few things; this chapter skips to July 2011. I'm slowly bringing up a lot of things that were left unsolved. Her miscarriage, plan with Kristen, and relationships with Ted and John will be further detailed in the next few chapters. Meaning, no Ted or John right now. A bit of filler, but still important nevertheless. Enjoy! Read & review!

She wiped away her tears after she finished going over everything that happened almost a year ago. It was hard for her to talk about it because she had never really talked to anybody else about it. All she did was keep it holed up inside of her. Being able to talk to an uninvolved party was a good thing for Evie, no matter how much she disliked the thought at times.

"Last year seemed to be a jam packed one for you." Dr. Lynn finally said. "You have a lot of things to deal with. There's a lot that you need to weed through before you can move onto the next phase of your life."

Evie clasped her hands together and looked away from her therapist. Of course, that was what she had to do. Her problem was that she was afraid to. There were a lot of things that she needed to say, but couldn't because she hadn't spoken to those involved in the last year. Kristen, Ted, and John were all on her pay no mind list.

"I can't."

"You're afraid." Her therapist pointed out. "Listen, Evelyn, its like I told you in one of our earlier sessions you have to start from the beginning and work your way up. You can't go talk to everyone in one day and think everything will be solved. You have to take it one day at a time."

"I'm not a patient enough person." Evie admitted, locking eyes with Dr. Lynn. "I can't waste time with taking things a day at a time. Too much has happened for me to dilly dally and go through every person one by one."

"Doing everything at once will cause you to have a break down again. In your condition, the last thing you need is to put stress on yourself."

The brunette inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Her therapist bothered her to no end. Not because she was rude or unable to do her job. But, rather for the fact that she was right. In more ways than one, Dr. Lynn had been able to help Evie through many mental breakdowns.

"I know your boss is making you come to me for help, Evelyn." She reminded her patient. "But, I really am trying to help you. I'm not saying these things to hurt you or anger you. I'm saying all of this to help you. Take it from me, tackle your problems one by one. It'll be a huge relief to you in the end."

The brunette diva silently nodded her head. Dr. Lynn was right. Despite her being impatient, she would have to start at the very beginning. The very root of the problem. And she knew just where to being. With a small sigh, she got up and smoothed her hands over her jeans.

"Thank you, Dr. Lynn." Evie politely smiled. "I know what I have to do now."

Randy rested his forehead against the steering wheel. He was still waiting for Evie to come out of her session. She was supposed to have been out twenty minutes ago.

"Sorry, Randal." She said, getting inside the car. "My session went on a little longer than expected."

He only smiled at her as he started up the car. He really didn't mind that the session went on longer than usual. As long as she was getting the help she needed, he didn't care at all. All that he cared about was that she got better.

A couple of months after Evie asked for her transfer to Smackdown, Randy was drafted there. The second he saw her, he knew she wasn't doing well. Despite the facade she was playing, he knew she was full of crap. For a while he pushed at Evie to find out just what the problem was and she would never say a word. Finally, when he found her crying in her hotel room one day, he got her to open up. Judging by how she was acting that day, he knew she didn't leave out a detail. He sat with her for a while and left when he thought she calmed down.

"You can start driving, Randy." She smiled, breaking into his thoughts.

"How did it go today?" He asked, before moving any further.

"I'm not going to lie, I was really annoyed with her."

"What did she say?" He wondered, turning out of the parking lot. Randy was aware about how Evie felt about being in therapy.

"Just what I needed to hear."

Randy took his eyes off the road for a split second to look at her. She had really improved since that day. Her skin had a healthy glow to it again and whatever weight she had lost she had slowly gained back. He found that she was more active than she was before going into therapy.

When he left her that day, he thought that they had all lost her. Evie had no showed a Smackdown event that night they talked. Everybody was frantically trying to get a hold of her. When she didn't answer their phone calls or text messages, Randy knew that something was wrong. Like a good friend, he left the arena and bolted to the hotel. Horrible thoughts ran through his mind the entire time he was trying to get her to open the door. Losing his own patience, he knocked the door down and found her in a ball on the floor, shaking and crying her eyes out. He was quick to go console her, but she refused to speak. Not knowing what to do, he alerted the road agents that were on call and they alerted Vince. With little to no hesitation, Vince told her she could walk away or go to therapy. The rest, as they say, is history.

"I just need to go to the beginning of my problems and work my way up from there. Little by little I'm going to talk to everybody and hopefully get everything settled."

"That's going to take a lot of time, Evelyn." Randy commented, stopping at the light. "Do you have the patience to wait and see what happens."

With a small sigh, Evie shook her head. "I don't, but its time I learn."

"Where do you begin?"

"My father."

Randy looked on surprised. That was the first time since he met her that she ever mentioned her father. It was then that he realized that Evie's problems ran deeper than he knew.

Three Days Later

Evie hadn't even bothered going home. There was no reason to go. Knowing her father, he wasn't even there. Surely, there was another case and he was constantly in the office. That or he got into a fight with her mom and was ignoring her.

"What did you need?" Rich demanded, seeing Evie in his office.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Are you here to say that I was right about your wedding? I knew it wasn't going to last, but damn, I thought you guys would make it past the altar."

Rolling her eyes, she sat in the seat across from her father's desk. This was her way of saying she wasn't going to leave so fast. She meant business today. She'll be damned if he was going to throw her out without hearing what she had to say. It was because of him that she was semi-afraid to love anyone else.

"I don't have time for this, Evelyn."

"Oh, I think you do." She laughed, crossing her legs. "My wedding to John did not go as planned, I will admit that. The last time we spoke was when I broke up a fight between him and Ted, and its killing me that I haven't talked to him since then. But, that's something I need to do on my own."

"What the hell does this have to do with me?" Her father demanded, losing his patience.

"Everything!" Evie snapped. "Because of how you treated mom, I could barely trust a guy! You made me believe that all men were jerks. It was because of you that my relationships never lasted. I was always afraid that I would be treated the way you treat mom. Every fight you two have ever had always made me doubt my future happiness."

Rich glared at his youngest daughter. He had a major caseload to work on and the last thing he needed was having her chew his head off.

"I had nothing to do with that." Rich folded his hands on his desk. "That's all in your head. You were always like this, Evie. If nothing went your way, then you would throw a fit until you got what you wanted. If you didn't get what you wanted, then you would create all this unnecessary drama."

"I never did that." She shook her head, getting up and walking to his desk. Resting her palms on the oak wood desk, she glared at her father. "You neglected me as a kid. Not once did you ever ask if I was bothered by something or what was going on in my life. You never cared about me and I don't think you ever will. All you could do was criticize me and tell me what I was doing wrong with my life. That's all over."

"How did we go from your love life to being hell to your life in general?" He wondered, not really caring. At this point, he was humoring her. She would probably leave faster if he pretended to listen. "First, you blame me for John and now your life in general."

"It all comes full circle, dear old dad." Evie smiled. "I was never happy with myself because you were never happy with me. Because of that, I feared that if my own father couldn't love me then nobody else could. If my father didn't care for me and what I've done, who else would? If my father could berate my mother and put his hands on her, then any guy could do that to me. I didn't want that. Every relationship I've had has failed and you are at the root of it. I was scared to death of ending up in a situation like that and I always found a way out of my relationship."

"The reason why your last relationship ended was because of Ted." Rich said, completely uninterested. "Not my problem. Now leave, I have work to do."

"Big surprise there!" Evie screamed, knocking a folder out of her dad's hands. "You always have to work. You're going to listen to me whether you like it or not. You are part of the problem! You always have been, but I'm putting an end to it. I loved you, dad, but I can't go on thinking that every guy is like you. When I walk out of that door, we are no longer related."

"Evelyn-"

"I mean it, dad. We never saw eye to eye on anything." Evie started walking backwards. "This was going to happen sooner or later. You're done belittling me and I'm done worrying about what you have to think."

When she saw him nod his head and get back to work, she knew it was over. This was really the end for them. All those years of of growing up with her father flashed before her eyes. Not once did he ever act like a father towards her and she didn't expect it now. With a nod of her head, she exited the office.

A small weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

A/N: Ted, Kristen, & John will be back in the next chapter. I promise.