Disclaimer: I DON'T own any WWE wrestlers; this is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.
Mark Calaway and Michelle McCool started a life together in newlywed bliss. Everything was perfect, they had health, happiness, and peace….that is until Erin McCarthy, Michelle's half-sister is forced to live with them. How will the newlyweds deal with being the instant parents of a disgruntled teenager?
"Chelle, you seen my boots?" Michelle McCool-Calaway walked down the hallway of their Houston, TX mansion. He sighed and pointed to the floor directly under her husband's feet. Mark looked up at the woman he loved and smiled. "I knew that." He pulled her into his lap, a passionate kiss ensued.
"Babe, uh can you get the door." Mark sighed and rolled out of bed. This better not take long, he wanted his sleep. Today was their last day home before they had to start a press junket before the onset of their rigorous schedule. He grunted, usually he'd snap at anyone who woke him out of his sleep, but it was something about that voice that made him feel all weak at the knees.
Mark padded the halls of his home and winced at the bright flashing lights outside. Great, there were burglars on the prowl, ooh he was real scared. He opened the door. There was a cop and a girl with black hair and blonde streaks. Her hair was messy and she looked like she hadn't bathed in weeks.
"Mark Calaway?"
"That's me," Mark said consistently gazing at the girl before him.
"Sir, is a Michelle Calaway here?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well sir, if you could just get here we can get this all straightened out here." Mark grunted in frustration.
"She's asleep, can't I handle this?"
"Sir, this is really important, I can't tell you anything without her here." Mark rolled his eyes, so much for going right back to sleep. Angrily he took a step back.
"Chelle," he bellowed. "I need you down here." Moments later Michelle walked down the stairs in a robe. She gasped and covered her mouth at the scene.
"Erin." The girl only rolled her eyes in response. Mark looked between his wife and the girl, then it struck him. "Please, come in." The officer nodded and pulled Erin along with her forearm. Mark stood off to the side as Michelle went into homemaker mode. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, anything?" The officer only shook his head in response.
"Ma'am I need to explain to you the severity of this situation." Michelle sat down across from the officer and Erin who was scowling in Mark's general direction.
"Alright." The officer shifted some papers on his lap.
"Erin here, has several charges on her including, battery, theft, and truancy." Michelle covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my."
"She's been listed as a runaway several times over, with her longest journey as four months." Michelle nodded.
"Alright, I um don't see how this affects me. I mean, my father has full custody." The officer only shook his head.
"Actually, he lost custody after she ran away for the third time in a year along with the presence of some questionable bruises. It was the court's decision that your father's home was not a safe environment." Michelle shook her head, that was terrible. He paused. "You're her last option. The judge says its either here or a juvenile correctional facility. I don't mean to pressure you ma'am, but I don't think she's been given a fair shake, she's had a pretty hard life." Erin rolled her eyes..lay it on thick. Michelle sat back and processed the information.
"So it's here or jail?"
"Yes."
"Um, excuse us please." She motioned for Mark to follow her into the kitchen. Mark leaned on the counter and crossed his arms. "Babe." Mark shook his head.
"No."
"Babe…"
"No, Chelle, we've been married for what a month and you want to bring a misfit kid into the house? I don't think so." Michelle closed her eyes.
"Mark, I really need you to listen to me on this one." Michelle's hands were wound tightly around each other and she looked like she was praying. Mark nodded allowing her to go on. "Babe, she's my baby sister. My dad had an affair on Mama and life was never the same. Erin is the child from his affair. My brothers blamed our parents' divorce on her and so did my father and mother. She lived with my dad, but he was just plain cruel. She never got any love and he'd always leave her somewhere or tell her she was worthless." She paused. "Babe, I've got to do this or I can't look myself in the mirror, please?" Mark shook his head, he had three kids already he didn't want another one.
"Chelle." She shook her head.
"Mark, do this for me, please, I really need to do this." He sighed and rubbed his face.
"Fine, but she's your responsibility. I've got my own kids to take care of." Michelle smiled and kissed Mark.
"Thanks Babe."
"Yeah, yeah." They walked back out into the living room where Erin and the officer remained.
"We've discussed it and she will stay here." The officer smiled and stood up.
"Alright, I just need you to sign some papers here."
After the papers were signed , the officer turned and uncuffed Erin. "You stay out of trouble now." To which she only scowled. Once the officer was gone, the only thing left in his wake was a scowling Erin rubbing her wrists.
Two hours later, Michelle was just finished putting the blankets on the guest bedroom. Erin sat in the corner scowling. Her 'sister' was always so perky and happy. So many times in her life she'd heard. "Why can't you be more like your sister?" Without ever really knowing her sister, Erin hated the woman with a deep passion. She was perfect, the All American girl, Erin however was not. She was the misfit, the unwanted one. A black sheep in a cookie cutter family, she was a reject. Michelle turned around and smiled at her sister. She clapped her hands.
"Ok, so your towels are in the closet, um I hope you don't mind but I put your clothes in the drawers, and you can decorate anyway ya'd like to." Erin rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Mark grunted, he was passing by when he heard the exchange, or lack of exchange. He stepped into the room.
"Chelle, lemme and her have a little chat." Michelle looked between her sister and her husband then nodded.
"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." Mark nodded. "I'll come back and see you before you go to sleep, Erie." Erin's eyes hardened into a menacing stare.
"My name is Erin," she ground out. "Not Erie," she spat out the name like she had a bad taste in her mouth. She shook her head in disgust, "Stupid name Park thought up." Mark let out a growl and shifted with frustration, the kid was disrespectful.
"Alright, Erin, I'm sorry. I'll see you soon." Erin rolled her eyes. Erin and Mark sat in silence, neither one of them caring to speak to the other. Erin got up and walked toward the TV in the room, inspecting it. She'd never had a TV in her room, or most basic necessities. It was nice, a 32' flat screen itching to be hocked for a few bills. She smiled, oh she'd clean them out…in due time of course. She felt breathing behind her.
"If you even think I what I know you're thinking, I'll have you out here so fast you'll think you were in a tornado."
"Whatever." Mark scowled.
"Sit down," he said forcefully. Erin grunted.
"Nope." Mark ground his teeth, disrespectful little snot. Mark walked closer to her, causing her to have to look up at his full stature. Usually that made grown men tremble, this little girl did nothing but shrug. Mark was dumbfounded.
"Look here, I ain't got time for you and yer crap. Here's the deal. You respect me and your sister, do what we tell ya, and we won't have no problems, clear?" The girl gave a short laugh.
"Crystal." Mark nodded.
"Good," he turned to leave the room. "I expect you to keep this room clean and do chores." Erin rolled her eyes. "And I also expect ya to answer me when I speak to ya."
"Sure, Zeus king of the gods." Mark smiled and walked towards her.
"You see, I don't take kindly to disrespectful children. I don't let mine be that way and I ain't gonna let you." Erin huffed, all she wanted was for him to go away. "So, it's yes ma'am or no sir, got it?" Erin raised an eyebrow. "And I don't want any lip either, ya hear?" Erin gave him a wicked grin.
"Yes ma'am." Mark ground his teeth. Two hours and already he wanted to strangle the kid. This can't be good. 'This is for Michelle', he thought. Do it for your wife. He took a deep breath.
"Go to bed, we'll talk in the mornin'."
"I do what I want." Mark shook his head.
"Not in my house ya don't." Erin nodded.
"Alright, Deadman, you wanna play let's go. I've gotta couple of rules myself." She smirked wickedly at him, "One, if you touch me, I will kill you. Two, if you try to boss me around, I'll murder you. Three, if you even so much as look at me funny, I'll rip you a new one and feed you the old one, gotthat, sir?" Mark grunted, he simply turned and walked out of the room.
"Go to bed, we've got an early day tomorrow."
"I'm sure we do." Mark shook his head and continued towards his own bedroom. He found Michelle sitting on the bed looking through a photo album. He sat down next to her and pulled her close to his chest.
"Watcha lookin at?"
"Just some old pictures. I was lookin' for one of all of us together, but all I can find is me and the boys." She paused, "There's none of Erin." Mark's eyebrows narrowed in confusion. That album was four inches thick.
"So this is your family's album and there's nothing´ in there with her in it?" Michelle shook her head.
"No, I've looked three times. All I can find is this crinkled up picture from my softball game in college. I know she was there, but she's not in the picture. I mean did Daddy or Mama cut her out?" She took a deep breath. "All along, I knew everyone blamed her. I mean, the boys would call her names, Daddy would ignore her, and Mama used to whip her all the time."
"Whoa, I thought you said your parents got a divorce because of the affair?" She nodded.
"They did, but just after Erin was born Daddy got custody from her mother. So my parents tried to work it out, it just didn't work. I mean they gave it a try for six years, but after a while, they just grew tired of each other." She blew out her breath, "Guess who was to blame?"
"Erin."
"Yep. Her life has sucked, no one to love her, she's pretty much been on her own." She let out her breath. "And I watched it happen, and I didn't do anything." Mark pulled her close.
"Ssh, it's ok. She's here and safe now." Michelle nodded into Mark's chest. "We'll give her a home, I promise."
Erin stood in the hallway and shook her head. Those two were stupid, what kind of moron believed in happily ever after? Fantasy ain't reality.
Well guys, it's a new story. NTB will be ending soon and this is for all of you with a Mark Calaway fetish. :P I felt badly about how I portrayed Michelle in NTB so here's my chance to make up for that.
BTW…check out Family Ties from Mattagott, Viper's Angel from xxxRkoEnigma, and Somebody to Love from NCJazzKnights. :)