Good Luck, Kid. (HBK) {Watty's 2019)

92. I'm Fine

No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the image of my birth certificate was there. It stated my blood father was Vincent McMahon, ugh, I wanted to throw up.

It was the worst thing possible. I never imagined this, ever, I didnt know that he knew. He knew the day he told the Camp he wanted me, he knew when he tried to get me to quit.

He knew. He always knew, he just never said anything.

And knowing that I was related to Shane? The guy that tried to get me hurt? The guy that paid wrestlers to hurt me... Yeah I wanna throw up.

I sat in my hotel room watching TV, I had my arms wrapped around my knees as I thought to myself wit the TV turned down low, I knew this would change everything, but I sisnt know it wouod make me feel like this.

Like my life has been a lie.

*Shawn*

I whistled as I walked towards her door, flowers in my hand he favorite roses and a card, I stopped in front of her door and took a breath before knocking on it.

No answer.

I cleared my throat "Adrienne? Its Shawn. I came by to give you something" I called and looked at the flowers in my hand "Its not much, but I figure you might want something pretty to look at ... besides yourself."

The door opened and Adri turned her back to me as I opened it the rest of the way, she had the lights off. I frowned and flipped the light on, she had went and sat on the edge of the bed wearing a over sized T-shirt.

"Hey, what's wrong" I said as I closed the door behind me and walked towards her, she crossed her arms as AI held out the flowers "To make you smile? I saw them and thought of you. Someone was selling flowers outside a store Hunt had went in to buy a bra to stick on Scott as a joke."

She gave a small smile and took the flowers from me "They are pretty. Thanks Shawn."

I frowned down at her as she stood up and walked over to set them in a cup and fill it with water in the bathroom, I looked around her hotel room to see things had been thrown everywhere. There a glass coke bottle on the floor that had been thrown.

She exited the bathroom and I pointed to the mess "What happened?"

"It slipped from my hand" she said and as she sat down the flowers on the small tablw in the room and looked up at me "Nothign to worry about."

I looked from her to the wall that had liquid coke on it and shook my head "No. You threw it. Adri, I told you if you needed to talk that I'm here for you" I told her.

She rolled her eyes "I know. I don't need to talk. I need to be alone, so will you please leave?" she snapped.

I shook my head "I'm not leaving you like this. Its never good to be alone when your like this" I told her and put my hand on her face, she swatted me away.

"I am fine. Go away, Shawn."

"No."

She grabbed the nearest object, her hairbrush, and threw it at me. I ducked and she glared at me " I said leave!" she shouted and wlaked toward me, she tried to push me towards the door but I didnt budge.

Sometimes its nice to be taller than your short angry ...friend.

I grabbed her by her arms and looked down at her frowning "Adri, what the hell is wrong with you?!" I demanded trying to make her look at me, I was getting worried.

She looked up at me with her beautiful wide eyes and said as calm as she could:

"Vince McMahon is my father."

Then she buried her head into my chest and cried as I just stood there with my eyes wide and thinking, well this is fucking great. No wonder he wanted my ass away from her.