Send Me an Angel


"What did he say?!" Stephanie inquired for what had to be the seventh or eighth time since she and Shane had returned to the car to head back.

Shane McMahon leaned his head against the passenger's side window, his hands templed in his lap as he stared out at the road while his younger sister drove - as she'd insisted on doing on their way over here.  He didn't answer her.

"Okay - look, Shane..." the brunette said sharply, momentarily taking her eyes off the road ahead.  "If you don't tell me what Dad said, I'm going to pull over to the side of the road, and...and just sit there until you do!"

The dark-haired man shook his head.  "Really, Steph - it isn't that important..."

"That does it!" Stephanie cried, and she startled her brother by recklessly jerking the wheel sharply to the right.

"Hey!  What the hell-"

The young woman let out an uncharacteristic string of curses as she pulled all the way over to the side of the road.  Once there, she put the rental in park and turned slightly in her seat to glare at her brother.

"Steph, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Shane shouted.  "That was really stupid!  If the car behind us had been a few inches closer, that would have been it!  We would've been smashed!"

"I was completely in control!!" Stephanie yelled, her expression going furious.  "Now, I want some answers!  I deserve answers, and you have no right to keep this from me!"  She gestured angrily with her right hand, long brown hair waving somewhat as she also moved her head.

"Well, shit...Like I said, it's not that imp-"

"It's important to me, Shane!  Doesn't that count for anything?!"

The young man stared wordlessly into his sister's blue eyes, which were widened in anger.  Finally, he sighed and repositioned himself slight so that he was more fully facing her.

"Okay...okay, you want to know what dear ol' Dad said?  Fine - he said you were responsible for him being where he is..."

Stephanie's eyes widened some more, but her expression went sad instead of staying angry.

"And he called you a bitch when he said it," Shane finished.  "There - are you happy now?"

The brunette stared at him for a beat, emotions performing an obvious battle inside of her.  Then, without speaking a word, she broke down and began to cry.  And it wasn't mere crying - her sobs were harsh and racked her body with heaves.

"Aw, shit...Steph..."  Shane moved closer to gather his baby sister in his arms.  Rubbing her back up and down, he said softly, "See, this is why I didn't want to tell you what he said.  Shh...it's okay, sis..."

*

Torrie and Kurt looked up abruptly from their game of cards at the frantic knocking on the hotel room door.

The Olympian laid his hand of cards face-down on the table at which they were sitting.  Glancing at the blonde woman, whose face wore an almost worried expression, he said, "I'll get it..."

He went to the door with the intention of first finding out the identity of the visitor.  "Who-"

"It's Amy..."

"Oh...it's Amy," Kurt said as he turned back toward Torrie.  He quickly unlocked the door, and the redhead's appearance shocked him.

In a rush, she made her way into the room, harsh sobs tearing through her body.  Her pretty face was streaked with tears, mascara and other makeup running along with them.  Her bag was slung over her good shoulder.  Quickly, she dropped it as she made a beeline straight for the other woman.

Torrie's eyes widened as she stood up and embraced Amy, who collapsed against her and sobbed even harder.

"Oh, God..."  The platinum blonde allowed her gaze to travel to Kurt as she stroked the other woman's long hair.  She knew there was only one reason for a woman to cry like this - this was different from what she and Nora had been through.

Amy's were the tears of a broken heart...

"What the hell happened?" Angle practically bellowed as he came to stand before the women.  He reached out and put a gentle hand on the redhead's back.  "Honey, who hurt you?  Name him and I'll kill him..."

Amy lifted her head from Torrie's shoulder, her uncontrollable sobs causing her to hiccup a little.  Her hazel eyes were reddened and becoming swollen from the harsh crying she'd been doing.

Then, looking Kurt directly in the eye, she answered his question.

"A-Adam Copeland..."













Part 57

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