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Reflection	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storme's POV

My alarm clock was screeching at me by the time I felt like rolling over to turn off the offensive thing. Groaning a bit, I opened my eyes enough to see it, reaching over and smacking it to make it shut up. First of all, I’m not a morning person, and that alarm clock has seen the worst of me, miracle it still works. Yawning a bit, I turned onto my back, staring sleepily up at the ceiling, trying to remember why I’d set the thing in the first place. As if on cue, someone started pounding on my bedroom door, just perfect at seven in the morning I tell you.

“Regan Marie Williams, open the damn door!” Uh oh, Dad was up and awake and didn’t sound happy. Tossing the covers back on the bed, I got up and hurried over to the door to open it. As soon as the door was open, I was met with the sight of my Dad, Steve Austin, looking like he was going to strangle me. Yes I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right too, he’s the wrestler, Stone Cold Steve Austin. Don’t get me started on that though, that’s for another time.

“Morning Dad, what’s the fuss about?” I flashed him my best smile in hopes that he wouldn’t have a fit on me. “Get some clothes on and get downstairs.” Don’t ever accuse my Dad of being able to use pretty words, he says things point blank. I blinked a few times as I watched him go back downstairs, pushing the door closed and making a beeline for the closet before he came back and killed me. Hurriedly, I picked out a pair of my jeans and a black tank top before hurrying to get changed.

“Well, looks like Miss Perfect can’t do everything right after all, what did you do that pissed Daddy off?” Hearing the voice of my sister, Jade, I rolled my eyes and balled up my sleeping shirt before throwing it at her. A squeak let me know I’d hit her with it, and I grinned in victory. “Oh hush up, Jade, Dad’s just in a bad mood that’s all, I’ve not made him mad at all.” Like she would believe that after the way he carried on, but still, I didn’t remember do anything to make him mad.

Plopping down on the bed, I pulled my socks on and then found my shoes before putting them on and looking back at Jade. “Go on, brat, out of my room, I have to go see Dad.” I said as I stood up and pushed her out the door, closing it behind us and then sticking my tongue out at her. She started to say something, but I grinned and hopped onto the stairwell banister, call me childish, but I love to slide down that thing. Jumping off at the end, I hurried into the kitchen where I heard Dad shuffling around in there.

“Ok Dad, I’m here, what’s the big deal already?” I asked as I threaded my fingers through my hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. He turned and looked at me with a look that told me to sit down, which I did very quickly to keep him from actually getting mad. “Vince called; I’ve got to go back on the road. Going with Smackdown this time.” So that’s what the big fuss was, Dad always had a bad day if Vince McMahon ever called the house. Wait, back on the road, this can’t be happening, he’s going to ship me off to mom again, hell no.

“You have to go back on the road? Why can’t Vince find someone else to go?” I asked, nearly pouted as I propped my chin on my hand and looked at him. “Because Vince wants me to make his life a living hell. You’re going with me this time, so get packed for a long trip.” Did I just hear that right, I don’t think I did, because it sounded like he said I was going on the road with him this time. “Dad, you’ve got to be joking, there’s no way I’m going on the road with the WWE, the last time when I was little nearly killed me, and it sucks.”

First rule in the house, don’t ever make Dad mad, which I’d just done by complaining about going on the road. “Now you listen to me, you’re going whether you like it or not. Now get your little ass upstairs and start packing!” Yeah he was mad, but I was his baby, and I pouted a bit as I looked at him, “What kind of incentive is that? There won’t be anyone for me to talk to or anything, I’ll be all alone, that’s not fair!” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me, “Mark is making Amelia go with him; you have someone to talk to.”

Amelia was getting dragged into this too, oh boy I could see the reaction on her face when Mark told her. Looking back at Dad, I crossed my arms to mirror what he’d done, “Ame might be ordered to go, but she won’t, and I won’t either, there’s not a good enough reason to go.” Leaning over, Dad had that cocky smile on his face before he spoke up again, “That little bastard, Punk, will be there if that makes you happy.” My eyes lit up and I grinned before jumping up and hugging Dad for a second before letting go and taking off toward the stairs.

CM Punk was my crush of choice, and I was dying to see him in person again since the last time. I took the stairs nearly two at a time to the second floor, rounding the corner and running into my room as fast as I could. Closing the door behind me, I ran over to the bed and pulled my suitcase out from under it, hauling it up onto the bed and popping it open. “Months on end with Philly…oh this is awesome!” I was bubbling up with excitement about this now, and just had to talk to Amelia.

Sitting down on the bed, I picked up my phone and flipped it open, speed dialling her cell phone. So sue me, she was the number one speed dial contact, never knew when I’d need to talk to her, she was my best friend after all. “Come on Ame, pick up the phone, we gotta talk!” That was my voice message before I flipped the phone closed and hopped off the bed, sliding it into my pocket. Hurrying over to the closet, I started pulling out my best clothes, piling my arm full before hurrying back to the bed.

Phil hadn’t noticed me very much last time I had been with dad and he’d been around, but I’d make sure he did this time. I was more grown up now, at least in some areas that I knew men stared. Now I had clothes I could wear that fit well and looked good on me, he’d have to notice that. I’d also let my hair grow out, it was to my waist now, straight most of the time, and bright red. Yes I know, it’s strange for Steve’s daughter to have red hair, but you have to think about my mom in all that too.

Doing my best to stay calm, I folded my clothes and put them into the suitcase, ready to jump when my cell rang. Amelia always called me back quickly, and this time I was begging for her to call soon. My luck, Mark was giving her the same talk that Dad had just given me a few minutes ago. Not the part about Punk though, she can’t stand him at all. I’m the only person who knows who she does like, but I’ve been sworn to keep my mouth shut about that, or she’ll kill me on sight.

It didn’t take but a minute or so for me to pack, and then I was pacing the floor with my cell in my hand. Mark was longer winded than my dad unless you seriously got my Dad pissed off, and I knew Amelia didn’t normally make him mad. Sighing a bit, I went back over to the bed and fell back on it, staring dreamily at the picture of Phillip beside the bed. Getting to see him, and have Ame there with me would be reason enough to go, at least for me.
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