Its been a while lovely readers! I have been not quite myself over the past year, I'll admit. I've tried writing and just nothing has worked out. BUT, regardless I am back with a new Dean story! I hope you will enjoy it. Expect all the emotional ups and downs you've come to know and love from my stories :)
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Story takes place in Alabama on the Gulf coast. In a small town, oceanside. Recently released from Prison, Dean tries to come to terms with the rest of his life. Margaret "Maggie" is a single mother trying to do everything herself. Dean is content to let her...until he can't anymore. As always, sparks will fly and tempers will flare. In the spirit of Dean and Megan (The Babysitter), and Jon and Allie (Ultraviolent and A Tangled Web).
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Chapter 1
"BREAKING NEWS! Former WWE Superstar Jon Moxley aka Dean Ambrose has been sentenced to five years in prison for an assault that took place outside a bar in Monterey, TN six months ago. Not much is known about the incident, as the victim refused to comment publicly. The WWE has denied any comments at this time."
Jon pursed his lips and took a deep breath. This is what he had been expecting. Back to jail. Prison. It wasn't like he had anything left to live for anymore. He was convicted. Now and forever. There was nothing that would ever change that fact. The cold metal now shackled around his wrists was a painful reminder of what he had to look forward to over the next few years.
This was nothing new though, being alone. To have his humanity stripped from him. Being singled out and ganged up on time and time again. He could take it. He could survive. So, the bars slammed and Jon steeled himself against the future. Against whatever was to come. He leaned his head back against the cement wall behind him. Glanced down at the scars on his knuckles... He closed his eyes. When would he learn?
Three Years and Two Months Later.
Margaret Mitchell and her three year old daughter, Michaela were new to this small seaside town. It was just four hours from their former home though. But, after her aunt died, leaving her the B&B, the move had seemed natural. Plus, Maggie knew deep down it would be good for her to get a new start. They had been living here about three months, and in that time Maggie had been trying to fix up the B&B. It needed a lot of repairs. It was an old victorian house, and being empty for about five years, and no upkeep had left it in serious condition. That, and weathering several Gulf storms.
Maggie's plan was to get it up and running by the next busy season. Around Christmas. Right after hurricane season. That only served as a reminder that the The Blackbird B&B, or Blackbird as Maggie referred to it, needed to be hurricane proofed soon. It was early spring, and so much needed to be done. Maggie had been trying to do it all herself. Trying to prove a point to herself. She was failing.
The problem was finding time to do the work, and she was also finding that she couldnt do much of the physical labor required. She sighed and rolled over in bed looking at the clock. Not even 7:00 AM and already her mind wouldnt shut off. She decided to put an advertisement in the local newspaper for a handyman. Hopefully she could find someone trustworthy enough to do the work.
With Michaela running around, and with them living at Blackbird, she didnt want just anyone working around the house.
Six months. That's how long Jon had been free. His sentenced had been reduced to good behavior. He had been a "model inmate" according to the warden. He hadn't spoken to anyone from his old life since his incarceration. He found it comforting. No ties. No strings. No connections. Problem was, moving around from place to place doing odd jobs was getting old.
He sat in a little seaside diner slowing sipping his coffee, and flipping through a local paper. He saw an ad that caught his attention.
"Seeking Handyman. Must be able to physically demanding labor, and have carpentry skills. Trustworthy person looking for honest work. Daily wage to be discussed in person."
It listed an address and cell phone number. Jon didn't have a cell phone, so it looked like he would have to inquire about the job in person. He downed the rest of his coffee, and walked up to the counter to pay. The old man behind the register was bent over with age, silver hair tucked behind his ears, and a ballcap on. His huge glasses were slipping down his nose, and he adjusted them as Jon approached.
"Have any clue about how to get to the Blackbird B&B?" Jon asked him.
The old man smiled a toothless grin. He jotted down the address on a napkin while making small talk with Jon. "You thinkin' of applyin' for that handyman job out there?" he asked.
"Yep." Jon answered shortly.
"Well, tell her Buck sent ya!" he passed the napkin to Jon with a shaky hand.
"Sure thing." Jon tipped his cap to the man.
Jon stepped out into the humid Alabama air. He glanced down at the directions and started on his way to the Blackbird.