Zayna parked her car in front of her apartment complex and furrowed her brows at the sight of the man waiting in the darkness in front of her door a bit away. It took a few seconds for her to realize it was Undertaker standing there in the middle of the night. She got out of her car and walked towards him. He looked tired but managed to smile when he saw her.

"Cianna," he said.
"Zayna," she said.
"I've been thinking about that. Your real name is Cianna. You should change it back to that," he said.
"I like Zayna," she said.
"I don't," he said.

It was pointless to continue this discussion. He was never going to like the only name she had known for all her life. She wasn't going to change her name back to a name she only had for two days and had no memory of.

"How long have you been here?" She asked.
"Since you ran away," he said.
"You've been here for that long?" She asked.
"I've been sleeping in my car. There's a nice takeaway just across the street so I didn't go hungry," he said.
"That's insane," she said.
"You ran away," he said. "I want you to come home."
"I am home," she said.
"You know what I mean. Your real home. Michelle has been making the guest room into your room while I've been waiting for you," he said.
"Are you absolutely fucking insane?" She asked.

She could see the switch in his face. He was not happy. He had expected her to do what he said and go home with him.

"I'm your father!" He raised his voice.
"I don't know you," she felt tears in her eyes. "I had a father. I know what he did was wrong but he loved me."

He grabbed her arms and started shaking her.

"I'm your father!" He screamed. "That piece of shit stole you from me! He was never your father!"

She tried yanking herself free and ended up falling down on the ground. She crawled backwards away from him while he looked confused over his own actions. She could see he was debating whether to keep screaming or to try and calm her down. She jumped to her feet before he made the decision of hurting her further. She sprinted to her car, jumped inside, and locked it. He ran to it and positioned himself behind it so she couldn't back out of the parking spot without running him over.

"I'm your father, Cianna!" He banged on the window. "I'm your fucking father! Get out of this car right now!"

She grabbed her phone and called the only person she could think of. Luckily Roman picked up after a few rings.

"Did you miss me already?" He asked.
"He's gone fucking insane," she said.
"Who?" He asked. "What's with all the banging and shouting?"
"Mark has gone insane," she said. "I'm locked in my car and I'm afraid he'll smash the windows to get me out of it."
"I'm on my way," he said. "Send me your address."

She hung up and texted her address to him. Her heart was pounding in her chest for 20 long minutes until a car pulled up. Roman jumped out of the car and grabbed Undertaker.

"Calm the fuck down!" Roman shouted.
"What are you doing here?" Undertaker asked.
"Saving you from making a mistake that could land you in prison," Roman said.
"I'm not the fucking criminal here. The people who stole her from me are," Undertaker said.
"Look at what you're doing, Taker," Roman held out his hand. "She's in there scared out of her mind because of you. You're scaring her. You're hurting her. Is that the image you want her to have of you?"

Undertaker looked back at the car. Zayna opened the door and got out. She looked so scared and his heart started hurting for what he had just put her through.

"Cianna," he said.
"My name is Zayna," she said.
"You'll always be Cianna to me," he said.
"I'm not that baby you lost, Mark. I'm a full grown woman. I've lived a long life so far but you don't care about anything I've done. All you care about is pushing me into the mold that fits whatever idea you have of me in your head. I'm nothing like you imagine. You need to accept that," Zayna said.
"I refuse," Undertaker said.
"Then you can't be part of my life," Zayna said.
"You don't get to decide that," Undertaker got angry again. "I'm your father and I decide."
"Cool it," Roman said. "You are not doing this to her. Get in your car and drive home. Let me handle this."
"Fuck off!" Undertaker growled.
"Just get in your fucking car," Roman said.

Roman put his arm around Zayna and walked her over to her apartment. They got inside and locked the door after them. He moved over to the window and looked outside.

"He's in his car but he's not leaving," he said.
"How did you get here so fast?" She asked.
"I live in Florida too," he answered. "Haven't you googled me yet to find out as much about me as you can? Here I thought you actually wanted a piece of this hot body."

She let out a laugh and that was all he needed to hear in that moment.

"You're so full of yourself," she said.
"I made you laugh," he said.
"Thank you," she said.

He walked over to her and pulled her in for a hug. She needed to feel safe in that moment with Undertaker still outside getting himself riled up once again.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked.
"I wanna go somewhere he won't show up," she said.

He walked over to the window again and looked out.

"Is there a back door?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"The way he is parked, we can make it to my car and leave without him noticing. He'll sit out there all night before realizing you're not here anymore," he said.
"What are you saying?" She asked.
"Pack a bag and come with me," he said.

She blinked at him and his heart sank. It was crazy to ask her to come with him. She hardly knew him.

"Forget it. It was stupid. I'm sure you got work and stuff," he said.
"I'm a designer," she said. "I work from home. I design clothes and send my designs to my boss."
"That sounds nice," he said.
"I suppose," she shrugged. "I don't really like my boss which is why I work from home. She once claimed one of my designs was her own to land a customer. Since then I haven't cared about her much."
"I understand that," he said.
"Why do I keep running into people wanting to fuck up my life? Why can't I just have a normal life with normal people around me?" She asked.

He walked over to her and hugged her again.

"No one's normal," he said.
"Most people are more normal than this," she said.
"Let me be your normal," he said.
"Is that some weird pickup line from a movie or did it just sound better in your head?" She asked.
"It sounded way better in my head," he laughed.

She smiled at him and nodded.

"I'll go with you," she said.
"Great," he said. "I'll help you pack."