Kinda going straight into it with this one, but I will do flashbacks in some parts.

"April!" Dolph called, his balled up fists banging hard on the wooden door, each one bruising his skin more and more. "Baby, open up." He pleaded, but AJ had no intention of letting him in.

The anxious diva sat against the wall, tears streaming down her face as her hands clutched her tangled brunette bangs. The black widow tried to block out his voice as he continued to pound his heavy fists against the hotel door. She struggled to find her breath as her chest rose and fell rapidly as she clasped her eyes shut.

"I want to help you, you need to let me in." His smooth voice promised, but she knew that it was a promise he couldn't keep. Nobody could help her, not even the show off Dolph Ziggler. "Please." He sounded so desperate, it was hard to not hear the heartbreak in his voice; though AJ tried her best to block it out.

Suddenly, the banging stopped. Dolph no longer called her name or begged for her to open the door, but instead it fell completely silent. The black widow rubbed her sore, puffy eyes, smudging her makeup further into her tanned skin. He had given up on her, just like she knew he would. It was best for him really. She was dangerous and toxic. A sinking feeling in her stomach caused her to sigh heavily as she brushed her brown curls out of her face. Though she wanted him to leave, it still hurt her. But she had saved him in the long run, and he would thank her for that.

A few minutes of silence later, a piece of white lined folded paper slid under the door, catching AJ's attention. She cocked her head to the side, before crawling over to it like a small child. She picked it up carefully, unfolding the note to find writing inside; it was a little scruffy and imperfect.

I'm not going anywhere. I'll sit here all day, and the day after that, until I know that you're okay. You can't push me away anymore. Maybe other guys would have given up by now, but I'm not like the others. I want to help you and keep you safe. And on the days when I can't do that, I'll be there to comfort you. I won't run and I won't hide.

Nick

AJ rubbed away the hot tears forming in her eyes, a trembling sigh escaping her eyes as she glanced up at the hotel door. He hadn't given up on her. She had tried so hard, but he didn't seem to be going anywhere. She couldn't tell if it was a good thing right now, as all she could feel was a warmth in her heart.

Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, edging closer towards the wood separating her and Dolph. Her heart was in her throat, and her breathing became more uneven with every forced step she took; but she wanted to do it, for him.

Grabbing the doorknob, her hand shook violently. The door opened slowly with the creek, as it revealed a messy, grief stricken AJ Lee. Her usual perfect curls were tangled and knotted, and her mascara had ran down her tanned cheeks. Dolph jumped up from his position on the ground, becoming face to face with the petite diva.

"Babe?" He asked softly. She nodded, a lump in her throat, before she burst into tears once again. He wrapped his arms around the brunette without hesitation, pressing her head against his warm chest as he softly stroked her long hair. "It's going to be okay." He promised as the diva's tiny body shook against his as she sobbed. "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere." His words filled her with confidence, but she couldn't help but think how long his promise would last until he would become like the rest.