Everything seemed to go so fast, and Roman wasn't sure exactly what happened. He just found himself in the middle of it, ready to tear some unknown man's head straight off his body for putting his hands on Sabra.
Sabra Orton. 32 years old. Long, dark brown hair. Icy, blue eyes. Little sister of Randy Orton. Just as vicious and cold as her big brother sometimes, yet there was a softer side to her as well. A side that Roman had seen many times. A side that had made him fall in love with her long ago.
She had been with the company for almost half a year. She was Randy's personal assistant on paper, but really she did a lot of things for most of them. She should have had the title as backstage runner in Roman's eyes, but Randy wasn't letting his sister go on her own. He was very protective of her, and she didn't seem to mind. She had let a trusted few in, mainly Randy's friends, but Roman had found a way into her life as well. As a friend. He was trying to figure out the best way to let her know about his feelings.
All of that was in the back of his mind as he parked his car and exited it. Shouting made him turn his head fast. Sabra was struggling with an unknown man, and Roman didn't even think twice about it. He stormed towards her, catching John Cena from the corner of his eye storming towards them too from the entrance of the arena. Sure, he and John could team up in the parking lot to save her.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" Roman shouted.
He threw a punch at the man who immediately let go and took a step backwards. He looked at Roman quickly before turning his eyes back at Sabra.
"I want my fucking money, bitch!" He snarled.
"Get out of here!" John pushed him.
The man turned and ran, knowing he couldn't win the battle with these two coming to her aid. Roman took a step towards her, but John quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
"What money?" Roman asked.
"Let's get you inside," John ignored Roman's question. "Let's find Randy."
"Sabra?" Roman asked.
"She's fine, Roman. Thank you for helping. I got it from here," John said.
All Roman could do was stand there and watch as John dragged Sabra with him. He sighed and went back to his car to get his stuff. Meanwhile John and Sabra had gotten inside the arena, and John pulled her into an empty room.
"I take it he was one of the so called bad influences Randy pulled you away from," he smirked. "But money, Sabra? Randy never said anything about you owing money to anybody. He doesn't know, does he?"
She usually wasn't one to lose her words, but this was one thing she still hadn't told anybody, so she kept quiet.
"How much?" He asked.
She mumbled something incoherent, not wanting to tell John. She was afraid Randy would find out. He knew she was a screw up, and that she had made a lot of bad decisions in her life, but he didn't know about this. She didn't want him to know about it. She was turning her life around, and doing a damn good job at it too, so of course this had to come rushing back in and ruin it all.
"I asked how much?" He barked.
"80.000 dollars," she said.
"Damn!" He chuckled. "I'll help you. Call that son of a bitch right now and tell him he can have his money."
"John," she sighed.
"I don't think you're in a position to bargain," he crossed his arms. "And my offer doesn't come for free. I'll be nice to you, and you'll be nice to me."
She looked at him scared. She had never really cared for him, but he was Randy's friend, so she tolerated him. She wished she hadn't. The look in his eyes was anything but kind.
"What the fuck do you think I am?" She asked.
"Relax, doll, I'm not talking about that," he laughed. "But close. Do you want my help or not? I can walk right back out this door and leave you with this problem again. Do you think that guy in the parking lot is gonna back down?"
"No," she looked down. "Are you gonna tell Randy?"
"There's no need to bring him into this mess," he said. "So do we have a deal?"
Roman finally made it into the arena. He had taken a few extra minutes breathing in the air, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He couldn't. Not without getting some answers from Sabra. As he stepped into the arena, her and John came out of a room. John seemed overly happy while Sabra seemed anything but cheerful.
"I'll see you later," John said.
He gave her upper arm a squeeze and walked away. She stood there looking like a lost puppy, and Roman hurried over to her.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine," she answered.
"What happened out there? Who was that guy?" He asked.
"No one important," she managed to put on a smile. "I gotta run, Roman. Thanks for helping me out there. You throw a wicked punch."
"I was just trying to..." He started but she ran off. "...help. Also, I'm in love with you."
He sighed. He was the only one around to hear those words. She had run off so fast. One day he was gonna tell her. One way or another he was gonna let her know. He just didn't know when or how. Hopefully she would either tell him she felt the same way, or she would break his heart easy if there even was such a thing as an easy heartbreak.