I sat glaring across the room full of people my arms crossed "this is such bullshit! I am twenty three years old!" I spat out angerly, my farther sighed tiredly rubbing his face "we have been through this I refuse to go through it again!" he snapped.

I rolled my eyes "of course not why should the almighty Vince explain anything." I snapped back at my farther not backing down from him

My sister scuffed rolling her eyes "stop being such a baby, you made the decision that put yourself here."

"I have done nothing to prove I am not capable of making my own decisions by now" I snapped

"do this and I told you the deal" my farther said, I sighed rubbing my face I looked up to see my mothers face, she looked so sad and so torn, I hated knowing that I was the cause of this stress for her, I nodded sighing, "fine" I mumbled instantly regretting it, I knew I just signed my soul to the devil.

Hello my name is Emily McMahon, never heard of me, no you wouldn't of, im the family's dirty little secret, I've been in a mental faculty for the past six years, after having a major psychotic break down, my farther shipped me away until now, now the faculty says im OK to leave, yet my farther doesn't feel like im OK to be on my own, so he got a judge to name him as my legal guardian for a year well I adjust to the outside world, what a load of crock its just his way of controlling me and the situation, he doesn't relize I want nothing to do with his company or his money, I just want to be free, the cause of the break down? Oh how do I even begin to tell you that.

My mother always doted on me, we seemed to have so much in common, I loved sports just like she did and wasn't very girly, in fact I don't know how many times my farther would yell at me for getting muddy or dirty before a big shin dig at the house, or a business partner coming.

My farther always seemed to disapprove of me, no matter how hard I always try to make him happy with me, he seemed to always find something, but Stephanie was always daddy's little girl.

I guess my farther didn't want anymore children after Stephanie, two was enough and it was perfect a boy and a girl, who needed more my farther would say, then my mom ended up pregnant with me and he seemed to resent me and my interruption to his American dream since.

When I was fourteen I developed very early from my older sister, which for her was unacceptable that I was prettier then her and got more attention from the male gender, even if I didn't want it. And I didn't, one of my farther business partners particular would take me out for ice cream and what not, in reality it end up with him forcing me to give him a hand job or a blow job, him jacking off as I laid naked on a bed for him. But he'd never touch me, just me touch him and him look at me.

I don't know if my farther knew, I never told any one in my family, in fact besides my counselor and one person at the faculty only one person on the outside knew and I doubt he would say anything, im sure it would've been brought up in the many number of family sessions I've had to have with my parents.

I stood at barely five foot tall, jet black hair, bright blue eyes just like my mothers, and pale skin, mark calaway calls me snow white, he has since I was a little girl.

When I was seventeen my family signed the son of one of our older wrestlers, and man was he something, he had all eyes on him when he walked into a room, male and female, he demanded respect without even saying a word, I could already tell how strong and powerful he'd be, it started out as just a crush, we'd hang out at the gym when I would join Paul, Stephanie then boyfriend, now husband, or I would find a reason to watch him practice in the ring, I had never had this type of feeling towards a member of the opposite sex until him, just something about him captivated me.

Then one day it was just us and he acted like I was the only person in the gym that mattered, afterwords we went to dinner together and just talked and talked, and of course you know the story, one thing always leads to another, and I found myself in a secret relationship with him, for a year we would sneak around I didn't want my family to know, one because of my age and two it wasn't their business, I was in thralled by him, I was in love with him and seriously thought I'd be with him forever, I now realize how silly that was, I mean who stays with their first forever.

I remember when he took my virginity I was so happy it was him and not the creep, that was one thing I kept as mine all of these years., he was so sweet and gentle, we went to a hotel, he got us a suite, he had the bed covered in rose pedals and candles lit all around the room, it was breath taking, like a fairy tale, all the trimmings, even had champagne for us.

Then the worse night of my life happened, I remember it like it was yesterday, I knew before I even looked at that test, I was pregnant at eighteen, and the farther was one of the top performers for my farther company he was on an amazing run, the one who had been sneaking around with me for the past year.

What was I going to do? My farther would kill me! Only because it would tarnish the good McMahon name not cause he actually gave a fuck about me. I hid the test inside my make up bag as I walked out of the tiny room in search of him, I smiled at the older wrestlers who knew me, and smirked at the divas who hated me, hell I didn't care, I was a McMahon right? And I had the attention of the hottest up and coming star in the business, I finally found his locker room, hoping it'd just be him, I knocked and slowly opened the door, my ears feeling with familiar moans, moans I knew all to well, I opened the door wider and there he was, the man I was in love with, the man I was pregnant by, on his knees with some women legs wrapped around his shoulders as he went down on her.

She looked up and gasped making him stop, he saw me and his eyes widened, he stood up "shit Emily." he reached out for me, I just shook my head and ran out of the room not bieliving my eyes, I made it back to the tiny room, going to the bathroom I leaned against the counter trying to breath, I felt nausea I let out a sob shaking my head covering my mouth as tried to control my emotions.

"Emily!" he yelled as he came into the bathroom, he slipped his arm around my waist, I felt sick and pulled away from his touch, making him pull me to him tighter "baby don't be like this come on" he mummored nuzzling my neck, which normally got him out of trouble with me, but for silly things, like making fun of my toes, or some stupid shit like that, not cheating on me!

I pushed him away from me not wanting him to touch me as tears burnt my eyes, how could he do something like that? And then try to hold me? I didn't get it!

Before I knew it he turned me around to face him I put my hand behind me onto the counter trying to make sure I didn't fall knocking over my make up bag, he glanced down and stopped staring at something, my heart starting pounding as he bent down picking up the stick I just held, he glared at me ''what the fuck is this?" he gritted out holding it in front of me.

"That is why I was coming to see you" I told him looking down, he ran his hand over his face shaking his head "No." was all he replied making me look at him confused "No?" I asked

"No you cant be, not right now." he gritted out through his teeth, I laughed bitterly "well its a little to late for that now isn't it!"

"No you cant be to far along." he shook his head, I gasped at what he was implying "I will not!" I shook my head defiantly as tears burnt my eyes "You have to, I cant have this right now Emily!" he yelled

"Then I wont tell anyone its yours, please." I begged him grabbing his hand, he shook his head "No Emily! No, look let me get further in my carrier and ill give you as many baby's as you want, just not this one." his jaw was tense as I cried, he bent down roughly and possessively kissing me as I cried into the kiss not wanting this, I shook my head putting my hand on his chest as he pulled away "You are mine." he gritted out possessively, he was pospossessive and most the time I didn't mind, I loved it when he would call me his, I loved it when he would get jealous, right now I didn't, right now I hated him.

He stared at me for a few more minutes before walking out of the room, I frowned as tears started to pour down my cheeks, I placed my hand on my flat stomach crying a few minutes later he came back throwing money on the bathroom counter on top of my purse "take care of it Emily, let me know when its gone" he glared at my stomach.

He walked to me cupping my face "Im not the bad guy here babe, you know as well as I do we aren't in the position to handle this." he bent down kissing me, even in my moment of hurt and hate towards this man, I couldn't help but kiss him back, his hands moved down cupping my ass as he lifted my up on the counter, how low can I be I thought to myself.

I just caught this man with another women and his telling me to kill our baby off and here I am kissing him, probably about to have sex with him, I hoped maybe if I did this he would see and feel it too and change his mind, pathetic I know.

"Oh god I fucking love you, im sorry, please forgive me." he moaned moving down to my neck, I moaned sitting back as his hands cupped my breasts, I bit my lip "Why?" I asked him softly he looked up at me "Fucking dumb, the guys where giving me shit cause I kept turning girls down." I bit my lip "So what happens next time?" I asked

"I let them give me shit." he mummored kissing down my neck and to my collar bone "fuck I need you please." he begged, I nodded hoping he would feel how good we are and change his mind he growled against my neck, nipping at it. I could hear her breathing turn ragged, her chest rising and falling, catching my attention, he dipped down and locked up my cleavage making me moan out as I arched my chest.

"Oh god." I cried out as he thursted two fingers inside of me making me close my eyes tight and bit my lip "Oh fuck." I whimpered as he curled his finger up finding my g=spot, he was way to good at this and he knew it, cocky bastard!, "You need this, you need me." he said, before coving my mouth with his.

as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of me, working my into a frenzy as I gripped tightly on top the counter rotating my hips against his motions my breathing becoming my ragged as he kept thrusting his finger in me "That's right, come for me baby." he growled, thrusting faster and harder as I started to spasm and clamp down my orgasm running through me "Oh, fuck-" I cried out, as I climaxed "I need you, I need to feel my dick inside you." he spoke huskily in my ear, I was still spent and would've given him anything at this point "Tell me, you want me to fuck you." he growled, that's one thing, he would never fuck me with out my verbal permission "Oh, fuck me." I moaned, before I knew it he had his pants and boxers off and was thrusting himself roughly into me causing me to cry out as he started thrusting in and out of me repeatedly gripping onto my thighs tightly, I knew I had bruises, oh but they would be worth it as I matched his thrusts "OH, FUCK." I screamed out, he pulled out and slammed roughly back into me grabbing my hair pulling it tightly as I tilted my head back exposing my bare neck to him as he attacked my neck.

I screamed out in pleasure as he continued to slam into me harder and harder "you like that don't you?" he growled in my ear then started sucking on my neck "I- uh oh fuck yes." I moaned out forgetting everything that just transpired between us in the last twenty minutes, "You're mine." he growled, biting down on my neck again, I screamed out in pleasure as a second orgasm waved through me "oh god fuck fuck fuck." feeling him empty himself inside of me a few seconds later calling out my name. How we hadn't been caught yet I didn't know, cause we could be loud.

He pulled out of me and pulled on his boxers and pants, I frowned as relatiy hit me he let out a breath "Dont, don't do that, we needed this, you needed this." he kissed my forehead "feel how good we are, and can keep being, just do what needs to be done." he told me before leaving the room.

I glared at the money sitting on top of my purse, I gathered up my stuff and decided I was leaving, I didn't want to be here anymore, I wiped my eyes as I quickly huffed out of the arena.

My stomach started to hurt on the way to the hotel, almost like a cramping, I paid the cab driver with his money as I walked inside the posh hotel my farther had set us up at, my stomach hurting worse with each step.

I got into my room when I felt a warm feeling run down my leg, I looked down gasping as I seen blood running down my leg as a sharp pain made me clutch my stomach and curl up on the bed as tears poured down myself, I wasn't naive I knew what was happening.

I guess he won, he got what he wanted, our baby was dead, I frowned sitting up

I walked over to my duffel bag and I pulled the pills I just got from Jeff hardy it was enough to get done what I wanted, no what I needed to get done, with out second thought I took the handful of pills downing them with the fifth of jack Daniels I had hidden in my room.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror, I titled my head glaring, I hated myself, the way I looked, how weak I was, this didn't happen to Stephanie cause she was strong, she was independent, I pulled the knife out i carried with me and without a second thought ran the cool blade across my vein as the blood started pooling down my arm the pills kicked in, it was a double whammy overdose and suicide, no one could save me from this, or so I thought.

Shawn Michaels and mark calaway was in the next room when I fell hearing the loud noise coming from my room, they happened to be in a meeting with my farther and my farther sent them in to check on me, Mark held me up placing a towel on my wrist as I started gagging on my own vomit. Shawn called 911 and my farther into the room as mark started saving my life, something I hated him for, for a long time.

That was seven years ago, since then my farther put me in this institution where I been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, panic disorder, ocd, bi-polar depression, since I didn't get immediate medical attention for my mis carriage, I suffered internal damage doctors say I can never get pregnant again, which was fine, I was OK with not bringing a child into this cruel world.

Now that im done with my schooling which has been through mail correspondence, and I need to do my internship, the institution told my farther they would tell a judge they feel I am fully recovered so I can move forward, so he came up with this "plan" that if I can do my one year internship with the wwe doctor and maintain a normal healthy life, pay my own bills, live on my own, he would sign off a year from now, only thing, he controlled my money, he still controlled everything!

But I knew if I ever wanted a chance of freedom I had to do this, not for my family, I knew once that paper was signed I would never talk to them again, but for me, I needed to be free to fully move forward, and I needed to move forward, how little did I know in my attempt to do so, I would find so much more in the world I tried to leave behind so many years ago, and how would I cope facing my lover who still worked for the company again?