Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 33

Phone Call.

*Sisilia's POV*

"Where the hell have you been for the past few days young lady?!" Mom shouted the minute I entered the house.

Ugh. Welcome back to hell.

"I've been out," I said blankly as I headed for the stairs.

For the past five days or so, I've been staying with Julie and the gang.

They made me feel so different, but in such a good way. I felt like a completely new person around them.

I felt so alive and rejuvenated that it made me think that they can actually be what I was looking for; my new beginning, my fresh start over.

"Sisilia! I'm talking to you!" Mom's roaring voice ripped me out of my thoughts. "Are you even listening?!"

"For God sakes mom!" I snapped stomping up the stairs. "Relax!"

"How could I relax when I had no idea where the hell my daughter was for the past five days!" She shouted following behind me.

I stopped in front of my bedroom door and sighed heavily feeling frustrated. "I'm sorry mom! Okay?! I was at a friend's house."

"And was that so hard to tell me?" The hurt in her voice was plain as day and it made my heart break.

"God Sisilia, I don't know if this is about me dating again or something else personal but you can't keep going like this, you're gonna hurt yourself. Whatever happened to us talking about things? I may have my own problems, but I'm still your mother, you always comes first in my world and I will always be here whenever you need me. Just please don't make me feel like I'm losing my daughter."

My eyes welded up with tears as I bit the insides of my cheeks now beginning to feel guilty for making her worry so much. After all, this really wasn't like me.

"I'm sorry," I choked out as I placed my hand on the doorknob and turning it.

Mom sighed and I could hear her footsteps leaving. "I'll be downstairs preparing dinner."

I entered my room and slammed the door shut ready to let out my frustration when suddenly my phone, and it's oh-so-great-timing, began to ring from the back pocket of my jeans.

I took it out and looked at the caller ID and froze on spot.

Shit! I'm not prepared to talk to him!

I gulped hard before answering the phone. I tried to remain as calm as possible.

"Mr. McMahon. Good evening."

"Good evening Miss Osborne, hope I'm not interrupting," Vince's strong gravel like voice spoke through the speaker.

Like you even care you old geezer.

I rolled my eyes. "Not at all Sir."

"Good. Are you aware of the event that is this Sunday?" He questioned which made me rack my mind immediately.

"Survivor Series?" I answered with a bit of doubt.

"Correct. And do you know where it's being held exactly?"

What is this? A freakin' pop quiz?

"Montreal Canada at the Molson Centre," I replied trying to figure out where he's going with this.

"Fantastic! I want you to be there!" He blared into the phone.

"What?!" I shouted in disbelief.

"Is that a problem for you Miss Osborne?" His voice all of sudden sounded dark and threatening.

I gulped not wanting to go against him. "No no, it's just such short notice."

"Don't worry, it's a short flight. If you leave no later than Saturday evening, you'll make it comfortably before the show even starts," he spoke confidently.

"Great," I laughed nervously. "And what exactly am I going to be doing when I get there?"

"Just making an apparence for the fans so they won't forget you."

I gritted my teeth getting annoyed.
That's it? 

"No problem."

"Great, so we're settled- oh by the way, how's the back?"

And there it was, the topic that I've been dreading since I saw the caller ID.

"Sir, that's something I'd like to discuss with you in person."

"Hmm...alright then. That's the first thing you do when you land," He said sternly. "But for now, you have a nice evening."

I sighed a breath of relief. "Same to you sir. Goodbye."

And with that, the call ended.

*
"Canada?!" Nate and mom exclaimed in unison. I nodded as I continued chewing on my spaghetti.

"You're not gonna wrestle are you?" Mom asked looking worried as she poured wine into our glasses refilling it.

I shook my head. "No, He just wants me to do an apparence, just like what I did on RAW a few weeks back."

"Good..." Mom relaxed now sitting back in her seat.

"Does Jeff know?" Nate asked taking in a spoonful of spaghetti.

I frowned. "He's not answering my calls."

Nate shook his head disappointed. "I just don't want you going over to a foreign country and there's no one with you."

"Don't worry, I'll keep calling. He's probably busy preparing," I replied taking a sip of the wine.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Nate asked and I can tell that he's really worried just like mom about me going to Canada by myself and it was quite understandable since none of us have actually had a chance to go there.

"No, its fine, you have the diner to run," I casually replied not wanting them to know that I was also very nervous about going myself.

"Sis, you fully well know that Jared is capable of running that diner without me," He stated almost glaring at me.

"I think it'll be better if your brother goes with you. It'll give me a peace of mind," Mom pitched in and it immediately reminded me of our little argument from earlier.

I huffed and continued to eat. "Fine. Whatever you want."

"Then it's settled," Nate stated.

Silence then fell around the room as we continued to have dinner but I couldn't help but think about coming clean to them. They deserved to know what the doctor said that day and what was really going on with me.

I sighed and dropped my folk onto my half empty plate which created a clattering sound.

Nate and mom looked at me puzzled.

"I have something to tell you guys."

*
A/N- Survivor Series huh? I think we all know what happened that night.

Thoughts?