Hey everyone, here is another piece for you. If you haven't noticed I've been mucking a little with the timeline this whole time. So some events are out of order etc. from how they really happened.
Thank you to morrowsong and Ember for the reviews. Ember, here is a tidbit of what you're asking for. Enjoy!
The following program everyone was wanting to get at Shawn, but he was holed up in the nWo locker room until he was ready to give his explanation about joining the infamous faction. Two of the members in particular just seemed to be gaga over The Heartbreak Kid.
"What do you mean, we can't see him?" the blonde female asked incredulously. Her voice was an unusually whiny tone that grated on Nash's nerves even as he had to grin at her in amusement for the camera.
"But we have to see him! For just a minute," the tiny dark-haired girl proclaimed.
Her words drew a genuine smile from Nash who wasn't sure that she would even be capable of delivering. She was never given many speaking parts and McMahon had made her recite that particular line until she had been reduced to tears which in turn made him even more irritable.
"Well, you little nymphs will just have to wait, like everyone else," he taunted them. His eyes met the little one's for a brief moment as he spoke. Isn't that what Humbert called Lolita, his little nymphet? She held his gaze for a brief moment and he could see the color start to suffuse her cheeks before she turned away with a scoff, arms folded over her chest.
Kevin smirked at her in his tongue-in-cheek manner. He couldn't help admiring the delicate glow that adorned her lovely face. She was so precious; it was nearly driving him out of his mind. He felt a tug that was almost magnetic. The more he tried to resist her, the closer he was drawn in. Even as she resisted him, he wanted her more.
"Ugh, I hate waiting!" Reves stomped her foot in a ridiculously hyperbolic display. "Alright, give it to me," she commanded.
"Whaaa? Sure thing baby, " X-Pac snickered with a shit-eating grin.
Reves scowled at him, then snatched the newspaper Nash had been reading out of his grasp. He scowled at her in annoyance but said nothing. She sifted through until she found the section she was looking for and tossed the rest back to him.
The two females huddled together, eyes scouring the page intently. "It says someone I've admired for a long time is finally going to give me the recognition I deserve," Reves tittered, pointing to imaginary words on the page.
Do you mean, Satan? Nash bit back the question.
"No way!" Heather squeaked, her doe eyes widening.
Nash ordered and smoothed the pages of his newspaper. "Horoscopes? Ha! Damn gullible women," he shook his head and sent a smirk over to Big Show and X-Pac who both let out a snorting laugh before the segment cut away.
Later on, Shawn made his way to the ring to give his explanation as to why he returned and more importantly, why he decided to join the notorious nWo. Like last week, the fans were overjoyed to see The Showstopper back on WWE television. After a promo about himself and his career, HBK brought out the rest of the nWo and addressed them individually. Shawn talked about how proud he was of Nash going from his bodyguard, Diesel to the leader of one of the most illustrious stables the wrestling business has ever known. It gave Nash a good smirk, knowing his friend was shooting on him. He praised Show for being a wrecking machine and ribbed X-Pac's short attention span.
The sister's stood close to Shawn as he spoke. Reves was hanging on his every word and grinned like an idiot when he glanced in her direction while Heather did her best to mimic her sister's enthusiasm. Kevin couldn't help but wonder if maybe Reves was the true fangirl. Either she was overselling damn hard or she really was gaga for the heartbreaker. That was all they needed was more damn drama amongst everyone. This whole ordeal was turning out like a plotline from Days of Our Lives.
That following Monday, after being interrupted by the nWo during a promo, Vince had made a tag team match involving X-Pac and The Big Show vs. Booker T and Goldust. In his obvious display of disdain for the poison he had invited into his company, he took a jab at Hall before he had also barred Nash and Michaels from ringside.
"Man, what crawled up Vince's ass, barring you guys from ringside?" X-Pac groused to Michaels and Nash during a backstage segment later in the show.
"Whatever it is, it must of died," Show added with a rumbling laugh.
"You know Big Kev," Shawn began as he leaned into the larger man who was looking predictably irritated, "Vin Man barred you and me from ringside, but he didn't say nothing about…" Shawn gestured, pointing a finger at the two females standing some feet away. "Ya know, Big Sis and Lil' Sis over there."
Heather had only been partially attentive to everything that had been taking place. Had she been more coherent with the situation, she may have felt the urge to correct Shawn's grammar. If Mr. McMahon did not say "nothing" in regards to them, then surely, that meant he had said something. As it were, she was forced to contend with her proximity to the blonde goliath which rendered her nothing short of disconcerted.
Nash chuckled and smirked at his friend's suggestion. If there was a loophole, they would surely take it. He eyed the two vivacious young women. "Alright you two little nymphs, you know what to do," he addressed them in his bass voice as his hazel eyes flashed in a nefarious fashion.
"Of course we do," Reves's lovely mouth stretched into a Cheshire grin making it apparent that she relished the opportunity to make mischief.
Heather was to utter something in addition to that remark, yet for the life of her, she could not remember as her mind had become vacuous. Therefore, she merely nodded. A loathsome disappointment settled into her chest. She had managed to at least deliver her lines the previous show and now, here she was, speechless. Mr. McMahon would certainly be furious regarding her incompetence and that was not something Heather was anticipating gleefully.
Kevin noticed that she had forgotten her line, or she suddenly got too frightened to say it, but all he could do in this instance was ignore it. He then turned to X-Pac and Big Show. "Go kick their asses. You got this," he commanded as they all did the Too Sweet hand gesture. As Pac and Show were exiting, he nodded at the sisters.
Reves returned with a wicked smirk as she linked her arm with Heather's and began pulling her away. Chancing a glimpse backward, Heather's face radiated with heat as she met the eyes of the blonde giant. With a sharp intake of breath, her heart began to thud against her ribs as she swiftly turned away. Why must he stare back at her in such a manner? Her pondering increased the tint of her cheeks and caused Reves to raise an eyebrow at her.
"You okay?" Reves asked suspiciously.
"Perfectly," Heather responded perhaps a degree too keenly. "It is quite warm right now. Do you not feel flushed?" she continued in the most insouciant tone she could muster.
Reves studied her through narrowed eyes for another moment. "Girl, it ain't the building," Reves was about to goad her just as they were called to the gorilla.
The music hit and the group made their way through the curtain. They appeared on stage with a pop and proceeded down the ramp to the ring. Following a bit of taunting and gesturing, the theme stopped and they watched as the team of Booker T and Goldust made their entrance. Booker glanced at Goldust in an irritated fashion as he promenaded down the ramp and into the ring in his flamboyant style. As much disdain that he may have had for his partner, he carried that much more for the members of the nWo.
After disrobing in his lewd and provocative custom and removing his wig, Goldust remained in the ring to kick off the match against X-Pac.
The Bizarre One was staring across the ring to the outside where the sisters stood. His eyes bore into them in a most unsettling and devious manner. He stepped closer to the side of the ring where the girls stood. He rubbed up and down his chest in a vulgar display and performed his nipping taunt in their direction. Eyes wide, Heather recoiled in perturbance. Her reaction was rather natural as the scene rendered her in an unsettled state. Reves, on the other hand, merely glared at him with her arms crossed, thoroughly unshaken.
Taking advantage of his opponent's momentary distraction, X-Pac slapped him in the head then delivered a kick to the gut to officially get the match underway. Although X-Pac gave the starting blows, Goldust quickly turned the tables on him, dominating him with apparent ease. From outside the ring, Reves yelled at him like an overzealous dad at a little league game, while Heather observed the action in silent contemplation.
Booker T was tagged in and X-Pac continued to have his ass handed to him. Heather glanced at her sister who nodded her cue to the younger girl once the spot was in place. As Booker bounced off the ropes on their side of the ring, Heather precipitously reached out to grab his leg. She felt simultaneously relieved and anxious that she did not botch her spot, for she knew the repercussions of such an error. Twirling around to see who was attempting to impede his course, Booker's dark eyes widened in disbelief and agitation as he stared at the little runt.
"Tell me, you did not just do that!" he shouted at her before sliding out of the ring. Once he did, Heather set off, sprinting around the ring. Booker pursued her, but Show had hopped from the apron with a thud and met him with a horrific clothesline that looked like it could have decapitated him.
Heather was still dashing away and when she rounded the next ring post her right foot seemed to roll as she felt a sharp pain shooting through the inside of her ankle. Stunned by the sudden sensation lancing through her lower appendage, Heather halted abruptly, bracing herself on the side of the ring apron to prevent from toppling over.
Once she steadied herself, she released a shaky breath and attempted to place the weight on her foot again. The pain was still penetrating through her and it was clear that she was in a rather unfortunate dilemma. Using the side of the ring as leverage, she hobbled on one foot towards the steel steps. Her face twisting into an agonized grimace, she knew she could not sit down on them as desperately as she wanted to. She leaned against them in the most inconspicuous mode she could manage, as the humiliation set in. This was certainly a fine predicament, having injured herself like a klutz on national television by merely sprinting around the ring.
Backstage Kevin and Shawn were watching on a monitor. The camera had been on them for a few moments as they looked on at their comrades but had presently left. Shawn's eyebrows knitted together as he saw Heather in the forefront of the lens, her lovely visage screwed by a painful expression. "Did Vince tell her to do that?" He wondered, knowing his boss's penchant for changing things last minute, hell sometimes even last second.
Shawn glanced at Kevin who was staring at the screen with a worrisome appearance on his face. "Nah man, she's hurt," he responded before shooting up from his seat. He began to step towards the door and it took Shawn a moment before he realized his friend's intentions.
Springing up as well, Shawn quickly tried to reason with him. "Woah, big guy, slow down. I know you got this white knight complex always going, but you just can't show up at ringside to rescue the girl. You know Vin Man will freak."
Kevin looked down at his longtime friend and for an instant, he wanted to smile at the thought of Shawn being responsible and trying to be the voice of reason. Instead, he looked at him with a resolute determination and simply replied, "She shouldn't be out there in the first place," before heading off with a single-minded purpose.
Grudgingly, Shawn watched him go. That was not how things normally went. It was usually Kev talking the rest of them out of whatever hair-brained scheme they decided to get themselves into. Shawn wanted to chuckle but he felt too solemn to let it out. He supposed perhaps things had changed a little. But the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. One thing that hadn't changed was Kevin's innate predisposition to protect those he cared about. The look in the big man's eyes was something he was all too familiar with. Without stopping to consider the consequences, Kevin sprang into action in much the same way he would have for any one of his KLIQ brothers. An apprehensive feeling settled over Shawn at the prospect. His big brother was in deep and Shawn wondered if he realized just how much so.
Hastening to the gorilla, Kevin slowed his stride as he slipped through the curtains. He meandered down the ramp with his offhanded attitude, penetrating gaze shifting from the contest inside the squared circle to the little one and back. When he reached the end of the ramp he sauntered in the direction of the tiny girl, eyes still trained on the action in the ring. "What's the matter, Little One?" he asked in a hushed tone, leaning down next to her.
Heather's head had shot up when she felt the enormous figure looming over her. Her large doe eyes stared at him incredulously for a brief moment. "I d-dunno. It's my, my ankle," she responded in a trembling and nearly inaudible voice.
"It's alright, Little One. I'm gonna help you, okay?" With that, he scooped her up in his brawny arms, cradling her like a child.
Caught entirely unaware, Heather released a dumbfounded gasp as she was swept into his arms and he began carrying her up the ramp. Too stunned to speak, she stared at him before she glanced down to the floor and witnessed just how far she was from the ground. Fearful of tumbling to the floor, Heather threw her arm around his shoulder, gripping his shirt in her tiny fist. The audience was popping wildly, but she couldn't hear any of it over the cacophony of her own heart pounding furiously inside her ribcage. She had already begun to feel lightheaded from the humiliation of her fumble, but now her head was whirling and her lungs felt tight as she was striving to breathe at a steady rate.
Gawking at the bizarre scene unfolding before her, Reves could do little apart from throwing her arms in the air questioning just what the hell was going on. Had that crazy geezer, McMahon sent him out here to pluck her up like he was fucking King Kong? Fat chance, but if not, he was surely going to lose his shit as it were and even her no fucks attitude knew better than to infuriate him further. Reluctantly she turned back towards the ring where the competitors were trying to salvage what was left of the match after the unforeseen intrusion.
Passing again through the curtain Nash and Heather arrived backstage. A black cargo crate was located immediately to the left. Setting her down, Kevin gingerly deposited her there. Crouching in front of her, they both grimaced when they heard his knees audibly crack, but he ignored it. He was always living with the discomfort, so there wasn't much he could do about that.
Kevin untied and mindfully loosened the lacing of her black high-top before pulling it off, taking care not to agitate her injury. He placed the shoe on the ground beside him. Pushing her pant leg up, he also pulled her sock down, just under the heel in order to examine her ankle while she looked on in bewildered curiosity. Kevin found himself momentarily distracted by the size of her dainty foot in his enormous hands. He could see the slight swelling already beginning to form and softly pressed his thumb against the inside of her tender ankle. He delicately manipulated her foot, making certain nothing was out of place.
Heather inhaled sharply as subduing electricity from his touch mingled with the lancing ache. She bit her lip, endeavoring to prevent a faint whimpering sound from being released. "Sorry Little One," Kevin offered in a soothing voice as he stared up at her sympathetically. Holding his gaze for the first time in weeks, she found herself entranced by his warm hazel eyes. The breath was snatched from her lungs and she trembled slightly. He continued talking then which was somehow a relief for her, although she had yet to utter a word to him outside of what was required for the program, "The good news is, it doesn't seem to be broken or anything like that. But I'm going to take you to the trainer, so he can have a look at you."
He handed her shoe to her to hold and effortlessly hauled her into his arms again. She didn't try to speak, but a muffled whimper escaped her lips as her arm came over his shoulder. A fist-full of his shirt was grasped in her tiny palm, as before and she clung to him. The sounds she produced threw his body into a heightened state for an instant. He shook it off, knowing she was suffering and probably unnerved as well. He didn't want to clasp her too tightly as to not alarm her, but he couldn't help drawing her body just a little closer against his.
They reached the trainer's room, but no one seemed to be present at the moment. "Anybody home? Hello?" Kevin called out, in case he happened to be in one of the connecting rooms, but it was apparent he must have been preoccupied with someone else. They'd just have to wait for him.
Placing her on the examination table, the thought struck him just how easy it would be to capture her sweet mouth. Their faces mere inches apart, her innocent emerald eyes gaped at him bashfully as that lovely blush colored her cheeks. He couldn't risk it, not here, but the urge was almost too intense as he slowly began to pull away from her.
It wasn't until she noticed him withdrawing that Heather realized she was still clutching his shirt for dear life. She released the fabric balled up in her hand and retreated gradually. Fully oblivious, her delicate fingers brushed over his chest as they left.
"Shit," Kevin muttered through gritted teeth. Suppressing a shudder, he jerked away from her. Fuck. Her mere touch had sent his body into overdrive. That fleeting contact was like fire and it was burning him up, leaving him in a bad way.
Kevin's recoiling perplexed Heather as she had no knowledge of what would provoke such a reaction from him. Dismissing the thoughts, she stared down at her lap for a moment, then lifted her eyes to watch Kevin pull a steel folding chair near the table and take a seat. She stared at him for another moment or so and then she uttered, "You should not have come to my aid. You were not to appear out there and you will certainly be reprimanded harshly."
Kevin eyed her mildly surprised. Those had been the first words she had spoken directly to him that were not concerning a storyline or in character. He shrugged his massive shoulder in his customary glib fashion. "It wouldn't be the first time I've had major heat on me and it probably won't be the last either. You were in trouble out there. Gotta protect the pack, ya know," he replied, shooting one of his smug, trademark grins towards her.
His magnificent smile caused her stomach to perform a somersault and her cheeks to ignite with a glowing fire. Biting her lip, she averted her gaze, dropping her eyes to her lap once more. He had come to her rescue, just as he had that night in the rest area. Just as he had pursued her the night at the hotel… Her nimble fingers began twisting the hem of her shirt and she projected her concentration towards that briefly. Heather then proceeded to speak in a voice that was meek and unsteady, "Um, the o-other night…y-you know th-that night…" Her voice became softer with each word until she trailed off.
Leaning forward in his chair as she spoke, Kevin focused on her with attentive interest. He found his body going on edge remembering once again the feel of her in his arms, the sweet taste of her lips. "Yeah? What's on your mind, Little One?" he questioned her in a placid and unforceful tone. They had not engaged in a true conversation since that night and he was almost bursting to know what sort of thoughts had been whirling around her head. All the same, he knew he had to ease her into it slowly or she would shut down.
Timidly looking upon his patient yet curious visage again, Heather weighed her response. What was she to say to him? That she hadn't stopped thinking of him since that night? That she had quite enjoyed the way he had kissed her? That she desperately longed for him to kiss her once more? Again and again and again.
Involuntarily, she shook her head. She could not tell him all of these things. He would think her impudent and foolish. Heather felt her eyes begin to burn and she willed herself not to allow the tears to form. She was virtually ignorant to the pain in her ankle as the aching in her chest was beginning to take precedence. Such was the misfortune of having a heart she supposed, but what knowledge of it had she? "Forgive me. It is of no consequence. Truly," she squeaked and forced a half-smile, uncertain whether it was meant to reassure him or herself.
"Little One…" His mammoth hand came to rest tentatively on the knee of her uninjured leg and she tensed at his touch. "You don't have to be afraid of feeling something," he spoke to her in that gentle tone that seemed to be reserved only for her. It was too late. She wasn't looking at him anymore. And he had told her not to be afraid. People were afraid of spiders or afraid of breaking a mirror with seven years of bad luck. She was terrified. Well, fuck him if he wasn't too, much as he hated to admit it.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his touch. He'd have to change the subject, he supposed. "You know, Kid has a massive crush on you," he slipped. Fuck! Out of anything he could have said to her, that was what he blurted out like a jackass? He was getting as bad as Kid himself.
"Sean?" she asked in a tiny and puzzled voice. She slowly canted her head and stared at him with confusion. "W-waltman. N-not Michaels." She paused and it seemed that she was processing this new information. "S-sean is very kind and quite a l-lovely person," she started and Kevin felt like his stomach was going to fall out of his ass. "Do forgive me, but I do not believe I could esteem him in such a regard as the one you speak of if that is indeed the truth," Heather confessed, somehow riddled with guilt, a frown marring her lovely features.
Where Heather may have felt guilty, Kevin was secretly elated as he attempted not the grin like a fucking moron. Ha! Suck it, Kid, he mentally jeered at his friend.
Suddenly, they both heard a commotion coming from out in the hall. Ah, yes. Kevin knew it would be only a matter of time before the brigade came charging after him – in fact, he was surprised it had taken them this long – like he was some gruesome monster who had kidnapped the princess. He may very well have been, but that was another matter entirely.
Said brigade, which actually only comprised Vince and Mark, came barreling into the door practically at once, bumping shoulders as they did. What with Mark being a titan and Vince being no small man himself, that was no easy feat. However, they both burst into the room like a pair of ballistic missiles and Nash was the target.
Nash stood as they entered, preparing himself for the verbal onslaught. Like a pack of barking hounds, they came in yelling and expelling obscenities. It was difficult to decipher who was ranting about what, but he supposed it was a good thing he already knew what they each were pissed about.
However, Mark was the one who flinted across the room like a dark shadow, standing nose to nose with him. "Who the hell do you think you are snatching up my kid and dragging her off to God knows where the fuck?" Mark demanded with a roar. His hands were balled into two massive fists which were evidently barely restrained.
Had this not been such a serious situation, Nash might have quipped that he hardly had to drag her, but as that would likely have earned him a sock in the face, he stared at Mark solemnly.
"Fuck all that. She's fine," Vince said dismissively which garnered an enraged glare from Mark, and from Nash as well. "Where the fuck do you get off thinking you can just run around here doing whatever you please? This isn't that shit-fest, WCW! This is MY company! And just because Michaels is back doesn't mean you can run amuck, doing whatever you and your KLIQ pals see fit. Did you forget your buddy, Hall was fired just a short time ago? Do you want to join him?" Vince snarled.
Nash exhaled sharply. He was trying to remain calm, but Vince just had to bring up Scotty; on top of reminding him, for the umpteenth time, that this wasn't Dubyah-Seee-Dubyah. Vince really knew how to twist the knife.
Just as Nash was opening his mouth, that was the moment the trainer appeared. "Woah," he said, taken back by the sight of three angry men and a demure girl sitting on the table. "Is everything alright?" he asked hesitantly.
"She needs her ankle checked out." Not thinking twice, Nash took it upon himself to speak as he knew she was too petrified in the presence of her irate father and a livid Vince McMahon.
The trainer, whose name was Rob breathed out. "Uh, alright," he replied, moving nervously into the room. The tension was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Looking at the timid girl, he could see that she was just as apprehensive. He came to stand at the foot of the table. "Hi, sweetie. I'm Rob. I don't think you've had the misfortune of meeting me, until now," he chuckled lightly, trying to ease her distress. "Is it your right ankle?" he asked, pointing at her foot with the sock half off it.
Heather blinked, then gave a half nod and Rob set about examining her in much the way that Kevin had initially.
"Hey, I asked you a question, you son of a bitch!" Mark growled and shoved Nash in the chest bringing his attention back to him.
Nash's eyes flashed as the maelstrom of fury began building inside him. He was striving to be as amicable as possible, but if Mark was going to give that kind of dickhead attitude, then he could kiss his ass.
"Mark, you can deal with that shit later. I'm the owner and the boss and I'm trying to speak with my employee, if you don't mind," Vince cut in with an edge to his voice.
Mark narrowed his gaze at the chairman as his face twisted indignantly. "Yeah, I do fucking mind, Vince. This bastard comes and grabs up my daughter like a fucking creep. How am I supposed to react? What if it was Stephanie at that age?" Vince pulled back, a sobering expression overtaking his face. "Exactly," Mark commented as he turned his rage back to Nash.
Nash returned his vehemence full force, glowering back at him. "She was hurt. Did you not see that on the monitor? Yeah, I went to help her, and I brought her here," he spoke with a deliberate brusqueness. "What did you think I was going to do?" he questioned in a challenging tone. Nash felt his heart thrumming in his chest. He was culpable as the day was long, but not in this instance. He wanted to, damn him how he wanted to, but he didn't act on it. Inappropriate? Yes. But he wasn't guilty of what Mark was insinuating in this situation and that's what he maintained. He was supposed to be the villain here, but was he really?
"How the hell should I know," Mark groused, "Why did you jump in before I could do anything? What is my family any of your concern?"
Kevin could feel the levee that was restraining his temper fracturing, about to rupture. What the fuck was wrong with these two assholes? The poor girl had injured herself, no thanks to their asinine schemes, and all they gave a flying fuck about was jumping down his throat.
Like Mark was going to "break" precious kayfabe to help his own daughter. What a crock of shit. Kayfabe was dead. He, along with his miscreant best friends, had killed it. This whole fucking industry was a sham, nothing but a soap opera with fixed fights. Who needed kayfabe when there was more damn drama behind the scenes than those jabronis in the monkey suits could ever dream of?
Rob was trying to ignore the men arguing beside him as he worked. He debated on telling them to leave or at least pipe down while he checked the girl out. After weighing it out, he decided neither of those options was particularly favorable to him so he did his best to work around it.
Heather was struggling to focus her attention on Rob when he would ask her questions and the like as she found herself preoccupied with the oscillating arguments of the men. Heart palpations keep a rapid rhythm in her chest and she noticed herself tremble slightly. She was seized by the fear that her father and Mr. McMahon were furious with her due to her injury. As it were, however, they had yet to utter one word to her as they had been verbally assaulting Kevin since the instant they had surged through the door.
Her gaze fixated on the blonde goliath, his eyes dark, almost violent, like the looming clouds of an impending storm. "Well then, fucking forgive me for having a shred of decency and trying to help," he stated sarcastically. His voice was becoming progressively louder and more aggressive until he was practically shouting at the other man. "Oh, but I'm Kevin Nash. I'm the asshole. I get it!" His words expressing the same cumbersome song and dance that people liked to throw around in his regard.
Mark rolled his eyes before the glower on his face hardened. "There you go. Pissing and moaning and making it all about you! Typical Nash politics."
In a rare moment of impulse, Heather sensed her tiny frame lurch forward as she intended to assure Kevin that he wasn't – one of those. Yet, the strangled cry that tore through her throat was the only sound she managed to produce. The unexpected noise drew everyone's focus to her for a moment as her face flared in mortification.
Kevin's eyes lingered on her for another moment before turning back to her father and letting out a sardonic laugh. "You don't get it do you?" he asked scornfully. This wasn't about him, God damn it. Mark had been in the room with the girl for all of ten minutes and the most concern he could muster was a furtive glance in her direction? Enraged, Kevin was on the verge of snapping. His blood had reached its boiling point and his body was on the brink of reacting involuntarily to his ire. "You know what? Fuck this shit!" he growled as he shoved his way past Mark and Vince, barreling towards the door.
Mark lunged forward but was halted by Vince. "I oughta suspend you and fine your ass!" the chairman threatened the blonde man as he was tearing out of the room, evidentially not heeding his boss's word in any capacity.
Snatching up the empty steel chair, Mark flung it violently against the concrete wall with an animalistic snarl. "Motherfucker!" he howled.
A yelp of terror rang from Heather's mouth as she surveyed her father's wrath. Her heart thumped savagely against her ribs as her petite form wracked from the onslaught of tears which she could no longer hold at bay. More than her father's outburst, witnessing Kevin's indignant departure, left a yearning near her heart. She wished for nothing more than to call out to him, pleading for him to remain there with her. She cursed herself. Her vacillation always allowing it to slip away from her.
Shawn had been standing in the hall, just outside the room when Kevin exited. The behemoth's hard eyes locked onto his for a moment. He said nothing, but the unbridled ferocity etched on his face told it all before he stomped off in a thunderous frenzy expelling profanities and leaving passersby perturbed in his wake.
This is me sprinkling the drama. A precursor. XD
So I kind of mess up. The first 600-700 words should have been in the previous chapter, but it made for a kind of awkward ending. There was supposed to be a succeeding scene to this, but as this got hella long, you'll have to get it in the next chapter. So there is one more before my whole holiday thing. Now I'm not sure I'm going to make it as my birthday is also on the 3rd and stuff will be happening over that weekend as well. But I'm going to try!