Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Doesn't belong to me.
Spoilers: Eh, no.
Pairings: When I sort them out, I'll let you know.
Summary: Day after day, you face your reflection; living your lie. How long does it take before you face the facts?
Notes: Set about four years into the future, no roster split. Please review.
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Prologue: No More Lies
(Lita's P.O.V.)
It has been exactly four years and nine months since I left the WWE. Four years and nine months since I left behind the life of a WWE diva to become a full time mom. Albeit, a single mom, but still a mom. And in this passage of time? Only a handful of people know what really happened. Only the people I trust the most, know where I disappeared to.
And its that handful of people that know the personal hell and turmoil I've lived with, day after day for almost five years. A personal hell that I chose for myself. To make things easier.
Or at least that's what I've been telling myself and trying so desperately to believe. And, I'll say this much; most of the time it works. Most of the time, it gets me through each day. But then are those moments when my daughter -- my dear, precious daughter -- looks up at me. Her crystal blue eyes sparkling with childlike innocence. And yet, this innocence hides perhaps, one of the darkest secrets I've ever held.
A secret I've told to but five people. None of which is the father. You'd think that this part would kill me the most, right? Well, suprisingly it doesn't. Somehow, I've managed to bury that part of me away. Kept in hidden in the dark..just like I've shielded my daughter from the truth. I mean, if you ever see her; she doesn't look any different from any of the other kids on the playground. She's happy, she's smiling and she's free. Besides, what she doesn't know can't hurt her. She's purely convinced that the man living with us, is her real father. And at this point in time? I'm perfectly alright with that.
But, in two days time that will all change. This crystal castle that I've built around her will crumble. This dreamworld will shatter into a million pieces, never to be the same again. In two days time I confront my past and in two days time, I'll finally face the music.
And after all is said and done? I just hope the steel walls that I've resurrected can stand the aftermath.
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End prologue
A/N: I know, short beginning..but just roll with me here, m'kay? Thing's will clear up soon.