It was raining down pretty bad tonight in Cincinnati, Ohio. The thunder and lightning keeping him awake as he laid on an old beaten up couch, a thin blanket covering his almost lithe body. The television was on, but he wasn't paying attention to it. It was only being used for background noise.

Dean Ambrose, lived here in this run down apartment, with his boyfriend Sami Callihan. Right now, he was alone, by himself, while Sami was out roaming the streets or probably at some party. He didn't mind. He liked it when he was away. If his boyfriend was at home now, then surely things wouldn't be so good for him.

Their relationship had started out good. Sami was so loving and caring towards him in the beginning. Dean fell head over heels in love with him. He would take him out a lot, buy him lots of gifts, worship his body when they made love. Oh, the sex between them was amazing. Dean just couldn't get enough of it.

He started feeling this way for Sami in a span of only a few months. Moving in with him also. His friends, especially Roman, worried that he was rushing things to fast with the guy. Kept telling him that he should be careful.

But Dean wasn't good for listening to his friend's advice very well...After a year of being together, Sami had proposed to Dean, and Dean, being so in love with him, said yes. He told his friends they were engaged. They all told him that he needed to think about things, take his time with this relationship and not rush it. When he told Roman he was moving away with Sami to Cincinnati, it caused a huge argument between them. Roman telling Dean that he cared way more about this guy than he did about his friends, who were like family to him for many years. That he shouldn't even bother speaking to him again. Dean telling him that he just didn't understand his and Sami's love for each other.

Thankfully, they made up before Dean had to leave, They spent one last day together until they would see each other again. Dean was relieved that he didn't lose Roman's friendship.

It had been almost another year now since they've been together, living in Cincinnati. For a while, things were good. But soon they started to fall apart.

Sami would start making little remarks. Saying how Dean should do his hair, that he shouldn't work often. Would say that an outfit would look better on him if he lost some weight.

He started calling him names, getting more rough with him during sex. It took Dean by surprise when he had first hit him. They were yelling at each other, Sami saying that Dean should work more harder to find a job, that he was the only one bringing money back home. Dean told him that he was the one who said that he should stay at home, not work too often, and that thats why they were in this predicament. This angered Sami even more. He pushed him against the back of the wall, slapping him hard across the face. When he noticed Dean was clearly upset, because he had hit him, he started apologizing to him, saying he wouldn't do it again.

At first Dean would excuse this kind of behavior from him. Telling himself that Sami was just stressed out, that things would go back to normal. They didn't though and it just got worse from there.

His boyfriend had became more abusive towards him. Beating him, forcing him to do things for him, punishing him, kept him from visiting his friends. He missed out on Roman's birthday, telling him he couldn't make it, that he was too busy, and would make it up to him when he could.

Roman being the sweet and loving friend he was, understood, telling him it was fine, that he would come up to see him instead when he could. Dean wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. He wanted to tell Roman that it was not okay. That he should be there with him on his birthday. He never missed it. He wanted to tell him everything that was going on. That he needed help, that he needed Roman to come and get him, take him away from the abuse.

But he didn't. He told him that he looked forward to seeing him again, hoped that it would be soon, that he missed him.

He came to visit him shortly after in June. Dean flying back down to Canada for a week, staying over at Roman's place. He did his best to cover up the bruises on his body, except the one that was on his face. Roman had asked him about it, and he said that he had ended up hurting himself during his job. He was too afraid, too ashamed, to tell him the truth.

For that whole week he was finally happy again, enjoying what little time he had with his Roman and his other friends. He didn't want to leave and go back to Cincinnati. Back to Sami. He did anyway. You could say that he was hoping that maybe things would somehow be right again. A fucked up part of him was still in love with Sami, still saw the good in him.

When he came back home, Sami was waiting for him. He grabbed him by his hair, shoving him into a glass table, the shattered pieces cutting him. He beat him to a bloody pulp that night, even broke his arm. He hurt him so bad that night that he had to be taken to a hospital. When asked what had happened he just lied and said he was beat up by some random strangers.

It was now the middle of October, and he had grown used to the abuse by now. It had made him depressed. He barely ever spoek to his friends. It had been a few weeks now since he last talked to them. Roman had messaged him online earlier today, inviting him over for Thanksgiving next month. He still had yet to respond back.

He wanted to go but than he knew that he and his other friends would find out what was going on. Almost his whole body was covered in bruises. He just couldn't show up at Roman's place for Thanksgiving sporting a black eye and bloody lip. Also, he had no way of really getting there, not having enough money to afford a plane ticket. And he didn't want to ask Roman to pay for it.

But the more his mind focused on the message, the more he thought about just taking Sami's car (which was still sitting outside) and leaving him for good. Would he be able to make it there though? Would Sami find him before he got there?

He pulled up the message on his phone, responding back to Roman. He got up from off the couch. He grabbed a bag and packed up everything that he needed. Clothes, money for gas, some food, drinks. He left the apartment, not even bothering to lock it.

Soon he was driving on the highway, leaving Cincinatti. He was finally getting away from Sami, all the abuse he had suffered from him. He knew that once he made it back to Canada that he would be safe there. It was a long way to go, but he knew that he would make it.

It was still raining badly though, making it hard for him to see what was in front of him. Plus, he could barely keep his eyes open. They fluttered shut for a minute. He moved his hand up, trying to rub away the tiredness from them.

He looked back up, seeing a semi truck in front of him. He was on the wrong side of road. He tried to swerve past it, but it still ended up hitting him, flipping the car over.

When he came to, he let out a groan of pain. He tried to move but soon he realized he was trapped inside the car, flipped upside down. His arm, the one that was broken before, was stuck. He could hear some sirens in the distance coming his way. He didn't want to go to the hospital. They would take him back to Cincinnati, back to Sami.

He was startled when he heard his phone ringing. It was lying a few feet away from him. With his free arm he reached out for it, thankfully able to grab it. He answered the call, soon hearing Roman's voice on the other end.

"Hey, Dean. I'm glad you finally responded back to me. I was wondering when I would hear from you again."

"R-Roman..."

"Dean? Whats wrong? You don't sound so good...Is everything okay?"

"H-help me..." He lost consciousness after saying those two words. His whole world going dark.