Erica watched in horror as Seth lifted the steel chair and planted it down on Roman's back. Shortly after the chair went into Dean as well and both men were getting a beatdown by Seth's hands.

"No, Seth," she whispered.

The tears ran down her face as she watched it all go down on the monitor. He hadn't said a word to her about betraying his two brothers and right in that moment she felt betrayed too. She was supposed to be his girlfriend, his life partner, the one he shared everything with, yet she had been left in the darkness and he had made the decision all on his own.

"Looks like we'll be seeing each other a lot from now on," Stephanie's voice reached her.

She turned around and came face to face with the smirking woman who clearly was proud about Seth selling out to her and her husband.

"How long have you been planning this?" Erica asked.
"Long enough," Stephanie asked.
"I can't... I can't..." Erica didn't even know what she was trying to say.
"You're gonna support your man as always and maybe you and I can even become some sort of friends. After all, you don't wanna piss me off now that Seth works for me," Stephanie said.

The threat was clear. Obey and Seth would be given the world. Disobey and Seth would be pulled down just as quickly as he had gone up. Erica hung her shoulders low and turned her focus to the floor as she walked past Stephanie.

"Tell him I went back to the hotel," she said.

A few hours later Seth finally returned to the hotel as well. He unlocked the door with an unhappy look on his face and just stared at Erica who was sitting on the bed with her feet on the floor.

"Tell me why the one person who's supposed to always have my back and support me wasn't there to celebrate with me tonight," he said.
"Are you for real right now?" She looked at him shocked.

He just crossed his arms and continued staring at her, silently demanding an answer. She shook her head as she slowly rose to her feet.

"You didn't tell me anything, Seth. I thought everything was good, that you and your brothers were good. You stabbed them in the back and me in the heart. How the fuck did you expect me to react to all of this?" She asked.
"I did it for us," he answered.
"How so?" She asked.
"I'm not gonna get anywhere with those two dangling around my feet like fucking heavy millstones holding me back. I'm gonna go places, babe. You and I are gonna go places now," he said.
"I'm going, alright," she said.

She walked over to her suitcase and grabbed the handle. First now did he notice that only his stuff was left out in the open. Everything she had had out before they went to the arena was packed away.

"You're leaving me?" He asked surprised.
"Yes," she answered.
"Come on!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "You're gonna get used to this. It's gonna be good."
"I don't wanna get used to it," she said.

She moved to get around him but he stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"You can't make me think you stopped loving me all of the sudden," he said.
"No, Seth, I still love you but the second you took that chair to your brothers was the second you lost me," she said.
"Erica, please," he suddenly sounded so lost.
"Goodbye Seth," she said.

She moved forward again and her arm slipped out of his hand and he watched her open the door.

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked.
"That's none of your concern anymore," she answered.
"But we live together," he tried.
"It's your house. I'm gonna pick up my things at some point," she said.

The door closed behind her before he could say anything else. Everything inside him screamed at him to run after her and stop her but he also knew it was pointless. She could be just as stubborn as him and maybe she just needed a little time to cool off and then she would come around.

Roman sat on one of the beds in their room while Dean angrily was pacing back and forward in front of him, almost threatening to wear down the carpet completely with how his feet constantly stomped over it. A knock on the door made him stop. He looked at Roman for a second before walking over to open the door. He crossed his arms in anger when he saw Erica standing there.

"What are you doing here?" He sneered.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
"I'd rather not, seeing how your fucking boyfriend just turned on us," he answered.
"Dean, let her in. It's not her fault," Roman said.

Dean rolled his eyes as he stepped aside and she walked in with her suitcase dragging after her.

"Your suitcase?" Roman raised an eyebrow.
"I left him," she said.
"What? Why?" He asked.
"I can't be with him after tonight. I just came here to apologize to you two. I had no idea he was gonna turn on you," she answered.
"You really had no idea?" Dean's anger seemed to fade a little.
"No," she shook her head. "But I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

They both just looked at her and nodded, silently accepting her apology even though she was not the person who should be apologizing.

"That's all I came to say. Good luck with everything in the future," she said.

She turned to move towards the door again but she never got to take a single step.

"Wait," Roman said. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. The airport, I suppose," she answered.
"You're going home?" Dean asked.
"I don't think I have a home anymore but I gotta go there and gather my things and find another place to live," she answered.
"Stay," Roman said.
"What?" She looked at him confused.
"You were left in the dark just like us. No, we didn't deserve it and he sure as hell doesn't deserve you but you don't deserve being out on the streets. Stay. At least for tonight. We'll figure out something in the morning," Roman said.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Roman's right," Dean hadn't any anger left. "Stay. We're all friends here. It's not like one of us can't share a bed with you without touching you."
"Or you two could share a bed," she smirked a little.
"Nice try, baby girl," Roman chuckled. "This big body needs a whole bed to itself. Climb in with Dean."
"It's fine," Dean smiled. "I can share."
"Okay," she said.

She opened her suitcase and pulled out her pyjamas and toothbrush. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes and came back dressed for the night. Dean was already lying down, tapping the spot next to him. She blushed a little as she crossed the floor and laid down next to him, allowing him to put the covers over her.

"God, I wish Seth could see us right now," he chuckled.
"Why? We're only gonna sleep," she said.
"But still. He would throw a fit if he knew you were in my bed with my track record of women," he said.
"I never thought I'd see the day where you would have a woman in bed without actually doing anything to her," Roman laughed from his bed.
"Should I just sleep on the floor?" She asked.
"Nah!" Dean placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "You're gonna be my teddybear for the night. You know I need some comfort after the big bad wolf took a bite out of me."
"Just as crazy as always," she giggled as she closed her eyes.

As much as Dean played it off as a joke, she knew he needed some comfort. He didn't trust many people and Seth was one of the few he had let in, only to have his heart ripped out and stomped on by the man. But Dean wasn't the only one in need of comfort that night. She needed it too. Seth had broken three hearts that night with his actions.