CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

DEAN

It had been a shitty couple of days. When WWE moved on to Connecticut, Dean was relieved. That was, until he spotted an unwelcome and familiar sight.

"What are you doing here, Katie?" He asked. He used her real name because, whatever she was up to, he was done playing games. This woman had upset his kid. His kid, not hers, not after she had dumped her at his feet and walked away. That was unacceptable.

"It's Katie…" she said automatically. "Wait, you actually got it right! Anyway, I'm here to see the show."

"No. You're not."

"I have a ticket."

"You can take that ticket and shove it up your ass, Bitch," Dean said firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not allowed to come to any WWE show."

"I paid for my seats."

"How much? I'll give you your money back."

"Dean, you can't ban me from a public arena, especially when I bought tickets."

"Maybe not, but when I tell Triple H you're stalking my kid, he can."

"I am not stalking our daughter!"

"My daughter. She's mine, Bitch. You dumped her and the courts gave me full custody. I have the paperwork to prove it. Also, she's an adult and she hates your ass, so you popping up like this all the time is unwanted and it's becoming stalking. That's illegal, by the way."

"I just want to see the show."

"There's a great indy show in Waterbury. Northeast Wrestling. Go check them out instead. It's an awesome promotion. Lots of WWE legends, some great seasoned talent, and some local guys who might be young and dumb enough to screw your ring rat ass."

Katie slapped him hard across the face. Dean looked at her and laughed. "Thanks for assaulting me. Now I have grounds to get you banned from all WWE shows," he said.

"You'd need proof."

Dean pointed to a security camera. "Yeah, I've got that."

"You can't keep me away from her! She's my child! I gave birth to her!"

"Listen very, very carefully, Katie. If you so much as whisper Molly's name, we'll get a restraining order before you can blink. Stay the fuck away from her or else."

Katie tried to hit him again. Dean wasn't one to hit girls unless it was part of a storyline, but this bitch was pushing it. He grabbed her arm to stop her. She dug her nails into his upper arm hard enough to draw blood.

He was worried he might actually have to break his own rule and kick this crazy bitch's ass, but she was suddenly pulled off of him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" An even crazier bitch demanded.

Once again, Renee Young was saving his ass from a ring rat. Although Renee took things too far, even telling the world she was his girlfriend back in the day, Dean did appreciate it when she scared away the ring rats. She saw his arm and horror flashed on her face.

"Jesus... You actually drew blood! I'm calling security," Renee said. "And the cops."

"Forget it. I'm just going to go to my seat-" Katie had the nerve to say.

"You're kidding, right?" Renee asked her. She pulled Katie into a slight submission she'd picked up from spending so many years around the wrestlers and restrained her until security showed up.

"What happened?" One of the guards asked.

"She attacked Dean Ambrose!" Renee supplied. She was even more worked up than Dean was.

Someone immediately called the police. Renee let security take over. "Are you okay?" A guard asked. "Do you need a doctor?"

"Maybe for a Rabies shot, but other than that, no. I'm fine," Dean replied.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out.

"This is nothing. I'm from CZW," he said with a smile. "I can clean myself up. I just want to let the cops document it first so I can make sure this bitch is banned forever."

A short while later, Dean had answered the questions, filled out the paperwork, and set up the restraining order for himself. Because Molly was a legal adult, they told him she'd have to put in her own request. He got himself easily cleared to wrestle and was backstage when he ran into Molly.

"Sire!" She gasped as she caught sight of some of the scratches not hidden by his sleeve. She pulled it up. "Holy shit! Who am I killing?" She demanded.

"No one," Dean said quickly. "Renee and security took care of it."

"Sire... Who attacked you?" Molly asked again.

"I sort of ran into Katie... She didn't like me telling her she couldn't come to the show tonight."

"That bitch did this to you?!" Molly demanded. "Where's my fork? I'll rip her teeth out!"

"Down, Offspring. She's not worth it. I got a restraining order. You should, too."

Molly looked like she had other ideas. "Are you okay?" She finally asked.

"I'm fine. Are you?"

"Yeah... Good luck in your match, Sire." She hugged him and walked away. He had the urge to stop her, but he knew she needed to be alone. He just hoped she'd be alright.

MOLLY

It hadn't been hard to track her egg donor down. Katie was listed. Her house was a typically big, expensive place in a wealthy neighborhood. The community itself was gated. Molly, of course, snuck right in on foot, parking a few blocks away. She walked up to her house and stared at it. The house was everything Molly wasn't. It even had a white picket fence.

She knocked on the door uncertain of what to expect. It certainly wasn't what she encountered.

A girl who was maybe ten opened the door. She looked up at Molly and her jaw dropped. "Oh my God!" She cried. "You're Molly Moxley!" She started bouncing, shaking her long black curls in excitement. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up! My mom says girls don't wrestle, but I don't care. You're so awesome! This is so cool!" She paused and called over her shoulder. "Dillon! Molly. Moxley. Is here!"

"Yeah, right," a boy said. He came to the door. He was a teenager with red hair familiar features Molly couldn't quite place. "Whoa!" He cried upon seeing her. "The brat's telling the truth!"

"Are you... Um...?" Molly was at a loss for words. She tried again. "Are you Katie's kids?"

"Yeah," Dillon replied. "How do you know our mom?"

"I don't," Molly said. "Not really, anyway. Is she here?"

"No, actually. She went to the house show..." He studied her before saying, "You can wait here for her if you want."

Molly considered this. She had expected a lot of things upon arriving here, but no matter what she found, she'd fully intended to beat the crap out of her mother for laying her hands on her Sire. She'd never, in all those scenarios she'd thought of, imagined that Katie might have other children... Molly's siblings... Children she'd raised instead of throwing them away.

"I don't know-" Molly began to protest.

"Please?" The little girl... her sister... asked. She looked up at Molly with her eyes as big as saucers and added, "You're my favorite Diva!"

Against her better judgement, Molly gave in to her curiosity. What mysteries lay beyond that door? What could her life have been like if Katie had kept her? What was this bitch's life like without her in it? "Okay," she said, "but only for a little while."

"Yay!" The girl cried out as she practically dragged Molly inside by her arm.

"That's Randi," Dillon said with an eye roll. "She's your shortest but biggest fan."

"I'm not short!" Randi protested.

"Sure, Kid. Whatever you say." He smiled at Molly. "I'm Mark Dillon, but no one calls me Mark except my mother."

Suddenly, Molly saw him in a new light. "Oh shit," she said before she remembered she probably shouldn't curse in front of the little person.

Randi apparently disagreed. She started giggling. "Mom hates that word, but I think it's funny," she said.

"She'll kill you if you say it again," Dillon reminded her. He turned to Molly. "Why'd you blurt it out?"

"It's nothing," Molly lied.

Dillon raised an eyebrown at that. "Shorty, go get Molly a drink," he said.

"I'm. Not. Short!" Randi protested again. She kicked his leg out from under him and he stumbled onto his knees. "But now you are!" She ran off, presumably to get Molly a drink. Molly had to admit, she was starting to like the kid.

Dillon stood up shaking his head. "What's really going on?" He asked Molly.

"Where's your dad?" Molly asked.

"Texas. With his wife," Dillon said. "He doesn't know about me."

"Do you know who he is?"

"You do, don't you?" He shrugged. "Mom told me years ago. My dad's the Undertaker."

"You look just like him."

"I know. That's why she finally admitted it to me. I guessed."

"Is that why you don't go by Mark? Because it's his name?"

"I'm named after my mom's married one night stand. It's weird. So yeah, that's why."

"He's a good man, Dillon. I'd trust him with my life."

"That's cool. I like him, really. I'm a total Taker fan... I just feel weird being named after him when he's not part of my life."

"Is Randi named after her father, too?" Oh, God, Molly thought. Tell me Randy never cheated on Corri! Otherwise, everything I ever believed is a lie and I'll destroy my best friends' lives when I tell them...

"She's not Orton's," Dillon said, guessing her thoughts. "It's short for Miranda. She's not my former step-father's either, though... But Randi doesn't know that. It's why he left Mom. He found out she cheated on him when Randi had some medical issues a couple of months ago."

"She's tough. Is her dad a wrestler, too?"

"Yeah. Mom... Well, she sort of has a thing for wrestlers."

"I know." Molly sighed. What was she doing? She didn't belong in this house with these kids. This wasn't her life. She was kind of glad about that. Being raised by her father had been amazing, but a small part of her felt broken as she realized that although her mother had reproduced with three wrestlers, she'd only thrown her away like trash.

"Her father's one of the Usos. Even mom's not sure which one. She can't tell them apart. Whoever it is, she never told him, either."

"What, was she collectting trophy kids? One for every wrestler she fucked?" Molly asked before she realized what she was doing. "I mean... Shit, I'm sorry. You're her son. I shouldn't talk about her to you like that."

He laughed. "It's okay. I asked her the same thing. I liked my step-dad. He was awesome. I was really mad when the truth came out about Randi. I flipped on her. She kicked my ass for it."

"She hits you?"

"Sometimes. It's no big deal. I shouldn't have said that to her."

Molly suddenly remembered something. "Hit her back," she said.

"What? I can't-"

"She'll never hit you again. Trust me."

He really studied her then. "You're my sister, aren't you?"

"What? I-"

"I knew she had another kid before me! I found a birth certificate in the attic when I was nine. Mom hit me and told me never to ask about it again."

Molly sighed. What good would lying do? "Yeah," she admitted. "Katie birthed me. That's about all she did."

"So she hit you, too, huh?"

"Yep. So I hit her back. She stopped."

"How old were you?"

"Four."

"Whoa... So... Mom and Dean Ambrose...?"

"Spawned me. Yep."

"She sets her goals high, huh?" He laughed. "What happened? Why don't you live with us?"

"She..." Got rid of me, Molly thought. Hated me, abandoned me, made new wrestler babies she found more acceptable... "My Sire raised me. He did an awesome job. We're really close."

"That's so cool... Man, I can't believe Molly Moxley is my sister!"

A glass crashed to the ground and shattered as a tiny person squeaked. "Molly's our sister?!" Randi asked.

"Um... Kind of," Molly admitted. She hadn't planned on telling either of them, especially not the little one.

"Cool!" She bent down. "Oops... I made a mess." She tried to clean it up.

"Stop!" Dillon said urgently. "You might cut yourself." He picked the pieces of the glass up carefully.

"I could do it," Randi protested.

"Mom's gonna kill us... Did you have to go with fruit punch? The carpet's staining." He looked terrified.

Molly suspected Katie hit him more than "sometimes." She shook her head. "Tell her it's blood and I sacrified a goat," she said. "She'll probably believe that."

"Are you leaving?" Dillon asked.

"I shouldn't be here," Molly said.

"Don't go! Please?" Randi begged.

"I'm sorry, Midget, but I need to. Look, the next time your mom tells you girls can't wrestle, just point out that I do just fine. Don't listen to her. It's a dream worth following. And Dillon? The next time she gets mad, remember what I told you. And if you don't do it, I will."

She let Randi hug her because the kid seemed to need it. Yeah, definitely an Uso. They're cuddly, too, she thought. Then she turned and fled from the house that would never be her home and wondered why the fuck it hurt so much.

TRIXIE

Trixie had woken up feeling slightly better. The shock had worn off and now she was beginning to process the truth. Fred was her father. Fred, who she adored and had always been close to. Fred, who had been there for every important moment a father should be there for. She may not have ever called him "Dad," but he had helped raise her. He was an honorary father anyway.

"I shouldn't be so angry at them," she said to Keith that night, feeling guilty.

"Trix, you have every right to be upset," Keith assured her. "I'm not saying you should never forgive them, because that's just not who you are, but you should allow yourself some time to freak out if you need to. Talk to them when you're ready, not before."

Trixie nodded. "Thank you. I really needed you through all this."

"I'm always here, Trix." He hugged her.

"Call Claire. Apologize to her for me. You can tell her the truth if you need to. I don't care who knows now."

"Okay. If you need me, call me, alright?"

"I will." She kissed his cheek and walked away. When she pulled her phone out, she saw eleven missed calls from her mum, one from Fred, and six from Brandon.

Her mum had left a voicemail for every single call. They started off concerned, became borderline angry, and ultimately ended with desperation. "Trixie, luv, please call us… Please!" She begged.

I should, Trixie scolded herself. They need to know I'm okay. Then she remembered Keith's words. She settled on sending both of her mothers a text message.

I'm safe. I don't want to talk right now, she texted.

She checked Fred's message next. "Trix, I know you probably need more time… I just want you to know, when you're ready, I'm here if you need to talk. I love you, Kiddo. That hasn't changed."

She decided she wasn't quite ready to talk to Fred yet. She checked the final voicemail, one message for Brandon's six calls.

"Listen, Trixie… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what my aunt said to you. I know you probably hate me and don't want to see me, but… I'm worried about you. I just wanted to see if you're okay…" Brandon hesitated. "I love you, Trixie. Call me."

She didn't blame Brandon for what had happened. Nikki was a terrible person in general. She'd been cruel to Trixie before. And yes, she'd dropped a bombshell and blown Trixie's world apart, but that wasn't Brandon's fault.

She dialed his number. Hearing his voice, she nearly started to cry again. "Brandon…" She said. "I really need to see you."

"Where are you? I'll be right there," Brandon said immediately.

Trixie gave him her location. When he arrived minutes later, she nearly ran into his arms. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to run off. I'm not mad at you."

"I'm glad to hear it, but don't apologize. You had every right to run," Brandon replied as he held her close.

"I love you… I have no idea who I trust right now, but I know I love you, and I trust you…" She shook her head. "I'm rambling."

"It's okay. I hate that she did this to you, Trixie… I never wanted you to be hurt."

"I know. She's a vile human being… But I needed to know. My parents should have told me the truth, not Nikki, but either way, it needed to come out."

"How can I help?"

"I don't know… Just be here, okay? Don't go away. I need someone I can trust right now. I don't know where Molly vanished to, but I already took up enough of Keith's time, and there's no one else…"

"I'm flattered, but what about Nicky?"

Trixie bit her bottom lip as she tried to find a way to answer that. She didn't want to lie to Brandon, but she also didn't want to tell on her cousin. Nicky had seemed so desperate… Maybe she was reading too much into his behavior.

"Did something happen?" Brandon asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "I went to Nicky first. I mean, he's like my brother. We've always been super closer. He's quiet and shy and bonded to me because we're only a couple of months apart in age. But when I showed up… He wasn't able to help. He didn't even try to."

"That doesn't sound like Nicky."

"He didn't even realize I was upset. He was just caught up in his own issues…" She sighed. "I've never needed anything from him… I've always been really happy and well-adjusted, so I'm the one he leans on, and I am always there… And the one time… The one time I needed him to be there for me, he was too drunk to notice!" She felt tears threatening to fall, but forced them back. She was sick of crying.

"Oh, honey…" Brandon kissed her and she felt slightly better, losing herself temporarily in the kiss. "I'm so sorry."

"I just don't know what to do… I'm worried about him, but I can't even focus on that because I'm so messed up myself… Keith took care of me, but it still hurt that I couldn't count on Nicky… Just don't do that to me, okay? Don't abandon me when I need you?"

"I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere, Trix."

She nodded and kissed him again. When his lips were on hers, she didn't feel as lost. She clung to that and hoped she'd find her way out of this unfamiliar dark place soon.

KEITH

He went to find Claire as soon as Trixie left. It wasn't hard to do. He pulled her into his arms and said, "I'm sorry. Things got kind of insane."

"What the heck happened?" Claire asked after kissing him.

"Trixie found out who her birth father is."

Claire's eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck. That is serious! Who is he?" She looked very interested suddenly.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? I know she said she doesn't care, but she does."

Claire nodded. "You can trust me. Really. I know I'm kind of a gossip, but this isn't just gossip. This is her life we're talking about, and Trixie's been really nice to me unlike some people in your life. I'll take the secret to the grave if I need to. I'm just dying to know!"

Keith believed her. "It's Fred, Claire. As in Darren Young."

Claire gasped. "Holy shit! I didn't expect that."

"Yeah, neither did she. It really messed her up in the head. I've never seen Trix cry so much."

"That sucks… But he's a good guy. Why's she so upset?"

"He was there for her entire life and she never knew he was her father. It's a lot for her to process."

"That makes sense. You're a good cousin, you know, taking care of her like that." She kissed him.

"So, are we okay, then?"

"Yeah. We're fine. I'm sorry if I was kind of pissed when it happened…"

"It's fine. I just couldn't turn my back on her when she needed me."

"And that's why you're so sexy, Keith." She laughed. "I have a meeting tonight about what they want to do with me from here. I'll call you later and we can meet up after, okay?"

"You better," He replied. He gave her a final kiss before walking away.

He was heading back to his room when he heard something. Someone was beating their fists against the wall in anger. He rushed toward the sound and found an unexpected sight.

"Molly?" He asked. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Molly didn't appear to hear him. She kept throwing punches. Her knuckles were starting to bleed.

Keith grabbed Molly's fists to stop another collision. She looked at him then and for a moment, she didn't seem to recognize him. Then, she pulled back and said, "Let me go, Keith!"

"You're hurting yourself! What's wrong?" He asked, refusing to let go of her hands. "Molly, please… Just talk to me!"

Then, to Keith's complete shock, Molly began trembling. Her entire body was shaking violently as she began to sob hysterically. She collapsed against him, her sobs growing worse as the full weight of her grief seemed to crush her.

"Fuck… Molly, what happened? Is it your dad? Did someone hurt you? What's going on?" He asked.

"She had other kids!" Molly screamed.

"What?" Keith asked.

"She had other kids, Keith! And she kept them! She raised them! They live in a pretty, perfect house I would have hated, but still… She kept both of them! What's wrong with me? Why was I so easy to just throw away?" She buried her face in his chest, her breaths coming rapidly.

Keith figured out who she was talking about. "Oh, shit, Molly… Your mother?" He asked.

"I went to the house to kick her ass… She attacked the Sire. I wanted to make her pay… But then this kid answered the door… And she was this cute, innocent, happy little thing… And she has a brother… I have a brother… And their dads are wrestlers, too, because once a ring rat, always a ring rat, I guess… And… And… She kept them, Keith!"

"Molly… I'm sorry."

"I never knew I'd care. I mean, I never needed her, you know? I have the Sire, and he's great. I didn't need that bitch! But… She kept them, but she didn't keep me… Like I'm defective or something…"

"You are not defective, Molly!"

"Why would she do that? I always figured she just never wanted to be a mother, but… but that wasn't it. She just didn't want to be my mother." She cried harder. Keith pulled her close until he had her wrapped completely in the safety of his arms.

"Molly, there is nothing wrong with you. You're perfect! She's just a stupid whore who didn't know how lucky she was to have you."

"I hate her! I hate that she can make me feel this! I'm not some emo kid. I don't break. I don't fucking cry! I get pissed, I throw punches, and I get over it! But I can't this time!"

"You said their dads are wrestlers, too?"

"Yes… Oh fuck. I have to tell them… They don't even know."

"Tomorrow. Tonight, just worry about yourself."

"I just… I never expected it to hurt this much, Keith… I never knew I'd even care… But when I saw those kids… My siblings… It hurt so fucking bad! Like… Like I couldn't even breathe."

Keith hated seeing Molly so upset. All he could think about was how desperately he wanted to make her feel better. It surprised him when he realized he nearly kissed her, but then he remembered his girlfriend. He couldn't kiss Molly, but he needed to do something.

"Come with me," he said.

"Where?" She asked.

"My room. I'm going to clean up your hands and make sure they're okay, and then, we're going to stay up watching stupid Internet videos until you start laughing. We're also going to eat ice cream, because that's what you do when you're upset. My treat."

She rested her head against his chest and tried to calm herself before saying, "Okay."

"Okay?" He blinked. "No insult that it's a lame idea? No protest whatsoever?"

"No energy," Molly admitted. "I'm sick of feeling like this. So fix me, Doctor Keith. I'm trusting you."

"I've got your back, Molly. Forever."

She nodded. "So, okay. Let's do this."

They made it back to his room quickly. He pulled out a first aid kit and started taking care of her hands. He carefully wiped the blood away. Molly flinched slightly as he cleaned her wounds, but she didn't cry out. He was as gentle as possible while he made sure she wasn't seriously hurt. Only when he released her hands and looked at her did Molly lean over and kiss him.

It wasn't the first time they'd kissed. He knew the difference between Molly's kisses, and this one wasn't her way of trying to seduce him.

"It's okay," he whispered against her lips.

"I just needed to feel you," she whispered back.

"I know." There was nothing romantic in this kiss. It was just Molly's attempt to feel less broken. Keith told himself that made it okay, even though he wasn't sure he believed it.

After that, they snuggled together and watched funny videos online. Neither spoke of the kiss again, but Keith couldn't help but think about it more than he probably should have.

Keith never bothered to check his cell phone to see if Claire had called. He'd just have to come up with an explanation in the morning. They finally fell asleep together, with Molly's head resting on his chest. It was the most peaceful sleep either of them had had in months.