I’m Not Her
A/N: I was feeling the angst romance so you know I had
to write something even though I am suppose to be doing a research
paper.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE. This is a work of
fiction!!
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You know how
sometimes when you have siblings; the older one will tease the younger one
telling them that they are adopted. Yea well my older sister told me every day
that I was adopted and that any moment her parents could give me back. Sure I
could have and would have ignored her but the reality was that I was adopted.
And she let me know every single day.
Every single day...
I mean I
should’ve known that I was adopted. We looked nothing alike. Nothing. But still
my parents told me that I was their child because they loved me, and they wanted
me. Saying it did not matter that we did not look a like but all that mattered
was that they loved me. They loved me for who I was, not for the genetics I had
running through my body, but for me.
I just wish my sister felt the
same...
Chapter 1:
Suchi sighed as she closed the large blue
suitcase, then pulling her dark hair back into a ponytail. She mentally made a
check list of everything. ‘Hair brush, pajamas, sweats...’ The mental list went
on until the shrill of the phone knocked her out of her thoughts. Sighing she
picked it up.
“Hello.” Suchi answered softly.
“Suchi, honey it’s
mom.”
Suchi tried to put on a falsely happy voice. “Hey mom, how are
you?”
“Sweetheart, are you alright? Do you need to come
home?”
“No, mom I’m fine, really.” Suchi spoke as she moved all of her
things near the door. “Look you caught me at a bad time, I gotta go.”
A
pause. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Suchi froze; she was never used to this
affection. “Love you, too.” Again there was that hesitation. “mom.” Suchi
whispered quietly as she clicked the off button. After over ten years she still
had a problem with calling her mom. She sat on the couch closing her eyes
briefly trying to recollect herself, as there was a pounding against her
door.
“Suchi, Suchi!” She heard Amy yell as she knocked against the door.
One eye and then other opened, she pouted as she got up and answered the
door.
“Yea?” Suchi answered.
“Yea, yea?” Amy repeated as she
walked into the apartment. “You have not seen me, one of your best friend’s in
over a year and all you can say is yea? I am hurt...”
Suchi smiled
slightly as she reached in her duffel bag, handing Amy a band- aid. “Get well
soon.”
“Cute, Suchi, cute.” Amy chuckled. “You ready to go?”
Suchi
nodded as she pulled the hoodie over her body.
“I swear I am going to
burn that thing.” Amy hissed, as she poked her friend in the side.
Suchi
looked down at her clothes and rolled her eyes. She picked up a duffel bag and
walked out the door holding it for Amy. “Will you just grab something and come
on?”
“Alright.” Amy smiled as she helped her friend with the rest of her
bags. They walked outside the apartment complex as Suchi looked around for Amy’s
car.
“Dude, where’s your car?” Suchi wondered as she looked around. Amy
smirked and pointed to the van a few feet away from them.
“You didn’t?”
Suchi wondered, as she squinted her eyes at Amy.
Amy laughed as she
walked ahead of her sliding the van door open. Shane, Matt, Adam (Edge), and
Chris (Jericho) all sat there waving at her.
“What have I done to deserve
this?” Suchi groaned playfully.
“You breathe.” Matt told her as they
tugged her in the car adding her stuff into the trunk. Suchi sat in the middle
row between Shane and Adam. Matt driving, Amy riding shot gun, and Chris laying
in the back row, hat over his eyes.
“You can’t say you didn’t miss us.”
Shane told her as he hugged her.
“Yes I can.” Suchi giggled.
“But
you’re not cause that would be a lie.” Chris piped in.
Suchi was
quiet.
“Aww she did miss us.” Adam spoke as he feigned tears. “I feel so
loved.”
“I swear this is going to be a long ride.” Matt sighed as he
drove.
Amy pinched his thigh. “Anyway chick, how are you?”
“I’m
good.” Suchi nodded. “My mom called before I left.”
The car got silent,
they knew about Suchi being adopted.
“Does she know about the wrestling?”
Adam asked her.
“Not a clue.” Suchi frowned. “I mean I feel bad about
avoiding her. But I mean it’s the least I can do after she took me
in.”
“Don’t you start.” Shane warned. “You know you are no trouble at
all.”
Suchi sighed. “I mean how could have asked her to put me through
college? I mean, I’m not even her daughter?!”
“You are as much her
daughter as Trish is.” Matt told her adding his comment.
Suchi folded her
arms as she sunk deeper in her seat at the name of Trish. “No, Trish was not
adopted. Trish is biological daughter; Trish was not some child off the
streets.”
“Biology does not make a family.” Chris told her.
“Can
we just drop this?” Suchi asked them.
“For now.” Shane told her as leaned
on her shoulder. “Wait a sec, does Trish know?”
Suchi looked down at her
feet.
“Can we say conflict?” Adam asked everyone.
“Seriously.”
Chris laughed. “All long as you kick that blonde bitches ass then I’m
happy.”
“Don’t instigate.” Amy warned him. “Although as entertaining as
it would be to see Trish get her blonde as kicked from her to
Tahiti...”
“Amy!” Matt laughed.
“I’m just saying.” Amy told
him.
“I second the motion, that bottom feeding bitch has it coming to
her.” Chris smiled at the thought.
“Well luckily for me and the rest of
my sanity, we are here.” Matt told them as he hopped out of the van. They all
got out and walked to the arena back door.
“Let me warn you.” Shane spoke
as he stepped in front of Suchi. “Those people in there are not
sane.”
“Like you junior.” Chris spoke adding his two scents. Shane hit
him then turned his attention back to Suchi.
“Anyway.” Shane continued as
he glared at Chris out of the corner of his eyes. “Beware, cause these people is
crazy.”
“I figured she’d be used to it since her best friend is a nut.”
Adam snickered as they walked into the arena.
“Adam.” Shane spoke as he
pet his friend’s back. “We know you need help, and there are places for you-
with padded walls and little paper cups for medication and orange juice
time.”
Adam simply growled as they walked into the locker
room.
“Suchi, when are you making your debut?” Matt asked as they sat on
the benches.
Suchi gently tugged at her ponytail. “Umm, well management
wants me to be surprise so I am going to be undercover as a stage hand. And in
the weeks to come they are going to shoot some little clips like ‘she is
coming!’, stuff like that. But right now they are looking for a persona for
me.”
“Sexy...” Shane purred as she slapped him on the back of the
head.
“Anyway I have a meeting with Stephanie in a few minutes to decided
about what to do with me.” Suchi informed them as she pulled her hoodie
off.
“Oh, sexy lady!” Chris hooted as he looked at Suchi.
“Shut
up!” She laughed as she looked into the mirror at herself. She was about 5’5”,
long black wavy hair that touched her hip now conveniently pulled into a
ponytail, warm caramel skin, honey colored slanted eyes and wearing a pair of
draw string red soft cloth pants and a fairly tight black tank top with
sandals.
“Oh my gosh guys we see her arms!” Adam teased. “You
sinner.”
“Ing ge pan di kut teh.“Suchi hissed at him.
Shane looked
at her blankly.
“It’s Hindi you fool.” Suchi looked at him. “I am from
India, remember.”
“Yea but I just wonder what you are saying to us
everytime you feel the urge to go off in it.” Amy sighed.
“We all do.”
Matt assured her.
“Well, if you will excuse me I have a meeting to go
to.” Suchi told them as she left the locker room. She walked down the hall.
‘This is not that bad.’ She thought as she continued down the hall and knocked
at Stephanie’s door.
“Oh come in.” Stephanie spoke as Suchi walked into
the office room. “You must me be Suchi, it’s very nice to finally meet
you.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Suchi spoke back as she sat in front of
Stephanie’s desk.
“Well my biggest concern with your character is your
comfort, I mean I don’t wanna push you to do anything that you aren’t
comfortable with. So I just want you to think about your comfort level and here
are some idea’s management and I have come up with for you.”
Suchi nodded
as she took the folder from Stephanie.
“Look these over and I would like
to meet with you again in a week alright?” Stephanie told her.
“Alright,
thank you.” Suchi smiled politely as she walked out of the room, breathing a
major sigh of relief. She walked down the hall and right into the chaos and
commotion. There wasn’t enough time to react as there was a big brawl right in
front of Suchi and coming right for her. With no time to react she was knocked
to on her back and stepped on as the two men continued to fight.
“Ouch.”
Suchi whispered as she lay flat on her back papers from her folder falling all
around and over her.
“Miss are you alright?” She heard, what she thought
were two voices speaking with her. Her eyes slowly peaked open as saw two fuzzy
blobs looking down at her.
“Huh?” She asked dumbly and dazed as she felt
two strong and muscular arms pick her up standing her on her two feet. She
blinked a few times, getting her vision back into focus.
“Are you
alright?” One asked as he got a bit closer to her face.
“Oh, I’m good,
I’m good.” She spoke as she backed up a bit, right into the bigger man. Her
slanted eyes widened as she quickly turned around. She head dodged back and
forth looking at the two of them. “Oh jeez.” She panicked as she kneeled down
picking up her papers. The men helped her. “Thank you guys so
much.”
“It’s not a problem we just wanted to make sure that you were
alright.” The bigger one said.
“Oh by the way, I’m Suchi.” She said
introducing herself to them.
“Well I’m Randy and this is Batista.” Randy
said as he kissed her hand as he walked off. “See you around.” He spoke as he
walked off.
“Later.” She spoke as the words rolled off her tongue. She
looked down at her black tank top to see a rather large imprint right on her,
stretching from her chest to damn near bottom of her shirt. “Welcome to the
WWE.” She sarcastically stated as she headed back to the locker
room.
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