Blessed
Sleep crept slowly away from Kalleasto McMahon as the morning sun filtered through the drapes she had left open the night before. She threw a sideways glance at her alarm clock. It was 6am and barely that.
She had been lucky if she’d managed 2 hours sleep.
Memories of the previous day tiptoed into her mind and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to soothe away the pain that came with them away. It hadn’t been all bad in the end, she supposed.
Despite the disaster that was Thanksgiving Dinner and a seemingly irrevocable break up, Matt Hardy had come to his sense. He had gone back to the woman he loved. Kalli had never been more proud of anyone than she had been when she had spotted Matt and Krissy leaving the hospital *together.*
She smirked to herself. At least now she didn’t have to kick her best friends ass.
And Destiny.
Destiny had been born.
Kalli opened her eyes at this, sighing softly. What irony there had been in Melly and Chris’s choice of name for their little girl.
Destiny.
Fate.
The two were tied so intricately together.
Had yesterday been fate?
Had her family fulfilled some solemn part of their destinies with the catastrophe that was Thanksgiving?
She yawned sadly, shaking her head. These thoughts were far too deep for first thing in the morning, and no matter where her train of though took her, it would only lead her to depression in the end.
So much was wrong in her family. So much was chipping slowly away at them, seemingly yearning to tear them apart. Melly and Krissy’s vicious argument, Melly’s view of Matt, Lindsey’s surprise marriage, and Sherrie’s accident... Even her own recent antics and her falling outs with her father and Krissy.
Everything seemed to be working against them.
She honestly wondered if it would ever end.
And maybe it wouldn’t, maybe this was only the beginning...
But as far as Kalleasto McMahon was concerned, it was the end of her part in the debacle that the McMahon family had become. Krissy, her father, they were right. Everyone was right about her.
She was selfish.
And she abused her position in the family for one simple reason...
She could.
Kalli was privileged. Kalli was blessed.
If there was anything that Thanksgiving had taught her this year, it was that she truly had so much to be thankful for.
Born into a family that had gone on to become one of the wealthiest families in the United States illegitimately, her father could have turned her away... Instead he sustained her greedy mother, handing over the dollars hand over fist, whether he had been able to afford it or not, forced to spend ridiculous amounts of money for no reason more than to see Kalli.
Because if the money had stopped coming, Terries Jacobs would have stopped Vince McMahon *ever* seeing his baby girl.
When it all came to a head when Kalli was 16 years old, when her mother had as good as cast her out with nowhere to go, Daddy didn’t have to come to her rescue.
But Daddy did.
He had come to Australia, helped her pack her bags and more or less saved her from the most painful relationship she had ever known.
Her relationship with her mother.
It had always been a rocky road, but as the years flew by, Kalli came to love her father more and more. The day she started defending him was the day her mother had turned from her forever.
And she missed her mother every single day.
But still she was privileged. Still she was blessed.
Asides from a very rough start to her friendship with Stephanie, the McMahon’s had welcomed her move to America with open rms. She was loved and looked after. Her family saw that she had everything she ever wanted. The best education, the most exciting holidays, the Stallion she had dreamed of since childhood and best of all...
The chance to go on the road with the WWF.
And the WWF had lead her into all sorts of things...
That thought drifted away as she remembered that to begin with it had lead her to disaster. Sure, it had been exciting, adoring and pleasure driven, but it was a disaster all the same.
Kalli smiled at the memory. If people thought she was a wild girl, a loose cannon now, one tiny little revelation about her earlier involvement in the WWF would have sent the people who thought they knew her into overdrive.
Kalli shook her head in an attempt to clear her face of the bemused grin reading there on.
She had certainly mellowed.
A frown touched her brow.
She just had not mellowed enough.
If anything, her attitude was worse now that it had ever been. She was driving people away from her, destroying her relationships, sabotaging her own career... And as much as it killed her to admit it, she knew she deserved what she was getting now. Her suspension, Krissy’s anger and inability to forgive, her father’s disappointment.
She yawned, rolling onto one side in the bed, her eyes falling on Jeff where he slept. His blue hair messily strewn about his peaceful features, his eyebrows curving across his brow, his eyes fluttering slightly while he dreamed away the deepest recesses of sleep.
Jeff Hardy was living, breathing proof of just how privileged, how blessed she really was.
Overpowered by her emotions for a moment, the girl crept forward, snuggling into his naked chest, placing soft kisses at the base of his throat before laying perfectly still against him, tears brimming in her eyes. She could truly understand Shane’s grief over Sherrie’s accident because...
If he ever got hurt.
God.
If she ever lost him...
Kalli would not breathe another moment, she was sure.
“Baby?” Jeff’s sleepy voice filled her ears and startled, she looked up at him, forgetting the tears now streaming down her face. “Hey.” Suddenly awake at her tears he asked, “Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Sherrie?”
Feeling slightly silly, she shook her head, “I just...” She whispered, but she didn’t know how to begin to explain what she was feeling in that moment.
“Kalli?” He pulled her firmly into his arms, kissing her forehead. “Baby? What is it?”
But still she could not explain. “I just couldn’t help but cry,” she whispered pitifully.
He nodded understandingly, “Then you cry, baby.” He whispered, “But you always wake me or call me or... God, something.” He whispered, “I never want you to cry alone.”
If anything, his comforting words only made her cry harder. “Jeffy...” She whispered, melting into his arms and sobbing heavily.
Old guilt, new fears, persistent pain...
She let it all out.
And Jeff held her throughout it all.
Yes...
Kalli McMahon was privileged.
Kalli McMahon was blessed.
~ The End ~