I traced my fingers of the folder as Dean started to get angrier.
"I said... what the hell... are you doing?" He said again, trying to calm down.
"What the hell am I doing?" I smirked. "I found out that you used Seth to get to me." I said as I threw the folder at him.
Dean backed up as he pulled his hair back, wanting to do something but he just huffed and looked at me. I picked up the list of text messages in my hand and put it in his face.
"Look at this, Dean! LOOK AT THIS!" I yelled, shaking it in his face. "Seth was telling the truth the entire time. He never said anything to Leigh. It was you... You used Seth to break us up so you could get a shot at me." I said to him and he just scratched his head, breathing hard. "Oh and look at this, you were also talking to other girls while we were dating and you also met them at their hotel rooms! Do you do this with my back turned? Huh? Answer me."
He didn't answer me and I just huffed and threw the paper down at his feet.
"This relationship is over." I said as I was about to walk out of the door.
As soon as I touched the doorknob, Dean pushes me to a wall, hitting my head. Dean smiled his wicked smile and was breathing hard.
"No, no, no. It's not going to end like that. We can work this out."
"I rather not, and right now, I rather be with Seth than with you. So get out of my way." I said as I pushed him away but he just grabbed me by the throat and started choking me.
"You know, ever since you and Seth got together. He wouldn't shut up about you. Not even for one... fucking... second." He said, choking me harder. "You know I wanted you so badly and I know... you wanted me. So yes, I sabotaged your relationship with Seth so I could be with you. Because I love you."
"Does loving me meant choking me?" I said, out of breath.
Dean just laughed. "If you don't get on my good side. How about this? You and I can go out for a classy dinner so I can make you fucking happy and we can go to bed like we were planning to do. How's that, baby?" He said.
"I wasn't planning on getting fucked again like you lost to Undertaker on Smackdown." I said.
I knew that was a mistake saying that. As soon as I said that, he rammed my head into the wall again and again and again. He then threw me on the bed while he was throwing a temper tantrum, throwing the lamp across the room, throwing the chair at the tv, all that. Finally, he got on top of me and started choking me out of his wits.
"I DID NOT LOSE TO THE UNDERTAKER. YOU HEAR ME?! I! DID! NOT! LOSE!" He yelled at me.
I tried to loosen his grip but I felt myself fading and fading until finally, I just let the darkness take me. I don't know what happened after that.
Finally, I woke up the next day in his bed, naked and my dress, all ripped up, on the floor. I was hurting all over this time, my head down to my toes. I felt so numb everywhere, I couldn't move. As I finally sat up, I saw Dean standing in front of me, watching me, lighting up a cigarette. I glared at him and he just smirked.
"Why don't you look so beautiful?" He laughed as a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.
"That's because I'm naked, you jackass." I said to him as I fell out of bed.
"Aw, you shouldn't talk to me that way, after what just happened last night."
"Let's see... I have a feeling you raped me while I was unconscious. Am I right?" I snarled as I got up and winced at the pain.
"Don't say rape. We made love." He said, running a finger down my cheek.
"Made love? Making love is not choking someone you love and then until they were unconscious, you fuck them. That's not making love. That's rape." I said, getting into his face.
"Whatever you say, baby." He said, blowing a puff of smoke at my face. "I got some of your stuff so get dressed an let's go down for some breakfast, shall we?" He smiled.
"How the hell did you get into my room?" I asked him and he took out my hotel key from his pocket and left the room.
I looked in the mirror and looked at my face. I saw the bruise from his fingers around my neck, a red hickey mark, and a purple ring around my right eye. If I was going down there, I need to cover this up so I did.
My makeup hid the bruise and the red hickey very well but not as much as the purple eye.
I put my hair up in a bun since I didn't want to dress up my hair and in a jacket, jeans, and converse.
As I made my way down to the lobby, I see Dean, Roman, and Seth waiting for me at the front doors. Seth smiled at me and waved and I did it back. I need to tell him about what I just saw but I can't do it around Dean. Dean walked to me and kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my hand as we joined with the boys.
"What happened to your eye?" Roman asked me.
Seth looked at me and examined my eye. He started to look concerned. Dean's hand tighten up his grip on mine so I knew I had to cover this up.
"Nothing!" I laughed and Dean's hand loosens his grip.
"What happened?" Seth asked me.
"The doorknob accidently hit me in the face while I was packing. Right Dean?" I smiled at him.
He tightened his grip again. "Yeah and I am so sorry baby." He laughed as he kissed me on the forehead.
Roman looked at Seth and he looked back and shrugged as they walked out of the hotel. As I following them out, Dean pulls me back and whispers in my ear.
"Next time, when you cover something up, DON'T put me in it. You understand?" He said.
"Fuck you." I said.
"Don't make me bring you back up there and treat you like the bad girl you are. I don't mind doing that." He said, tightening his grip on my hand again.
I hesitated, knowing I didn't want to feel that again. Finally, he loosened his grip and smiled.
"Oh and by the way, if Seth even knows about what really happened and you get back together with him, I will make your life a living hell. Got that?"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I felt a slight tear come down my eye and Dean wiped it away with his finger.
"Good girl." He said as he left.
I walked alongside Dean as I was watching Seth and Roman talking. They don't even know what was going on. While walking with them, Dean was smelling my hair and I pushed him away. Inside a local diner, I sat next to Dean and Roman sat next to Seth across from us.
"No, I didn't!" Roman said to Dean.
"Dude, you totally did! Admit it!" Dean said, laughing.
"I wasn't checking her out, man! I have a beautiful wife and child." He said, sipping his coffee.
"Sure..." He smiled and Roman rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'll be right back. I need to go take a leak." He said, as he gets up and leaves.
"You okay?" Seth asked me.
I looked up and looked at Seth. He looked like he didn't buy that 'doorknob accident' story.
"I'm fine! Just can't see very well!" I laughed.
Roman looked down and Seth just scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
"How did he hit it?" Roman asked.
"I was sitting on the floor when it happened."
"Oh." Roman said as he looked at Seth.
After a while, Dean came back and wrapped his arm around me. Seth looked at Dean and then put his head on the counter, going back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Dean finally let me get back into my room and collect my stuff so all of us we ride together to the airport to head home. I was glad I'm going on the plane by myself, since all of us live in different places.
I sat in the seat beside Roman, nervously trying to get used to the pain of my eye. Dean and Seth were at a magazine bin looking for something for the plane.
"How bad does it hurt?" Roman asked.
"Huh?" I said.
"How bad does it hurt? Your eye?" He asked again.
"Oh... It just itches." I said, rubbing my eye again.
"Stop rubbing it. You'll irritate it more." He said, putting my hand down in my lap.
"I can't. It itches!" I laughed.
He smiled but then he sees the red hickey.
"What's that? Right there?" He pointed at my neck.
"Just a... pimple!" I said covering my neck.
"That's a big pimple." Roman said to me then he notices the bruises on my neck. "What the...?" He said and puts my hand down.
I tried to push him away but he held my hands down as he managed to push my hair behind my shoulder. There it was. The bruises that Dean gave me.
"I knew it." He said, getting up.
"No, Roman! Please! We can't make a scene." I said hugging Roman.
"Why? Kelsey, that doesn't look like a doorknob hit you. That looks like the doorknob 'strangled' you." Roman said, getting louder.
"Roman, please."
"It was Dean... wasn't it?" Roman asked me but when a tear fell out of my eye, he wiped it away. "Don't cry. You need to get away from him. You need help."
"I'm trying. God forbid, I'm trying." I said as my voice cracked.
"You need to go back to Seth because I know you still love him and he still loves you."
"I can't..." I said.
"Why not?"
"Because if I go back to Seth, Dean told me he will make my life a living hell." I said as Roman just rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Shit."
"But guess what I found out?"
"What?"
"He used Seth as a decoy to get us to break up so he could get his chance with me."
"With Leigh?"
"Damn right..." I said, wiping my eye.
"We have to find some way to tell Seth."
"No. I'll find a way, not we. I don't want you involved."
"Kelsey, you can't find this yourself."
"I survived through a car crash and a painful spear by Brock Lesnar. I think I can do this on my own." I assured him.
"Kelsey... come on."
"Trust me. Just... be my crying shoulder since Seth is out of the question. Besides, I love your wife and child and they love me."
"Of course, and you can always talk to my wife. She loves you to death." He said, trying to smile.
"That'll be even better and you won't have to worry about me."
"I'll still be worried about you but I'll try to best I can to get you away from Dean so you can have some time with Seth."
"How?"
"I'll find a way." He said.
Dean and Seth came back, laughing and holding sports magazines and a Playboy magazine was hiding in the bunch.
"Ok, who's Playboy magazine is this?" I joked and Dean pointed at Seth and he swiped it away and Roman and I laughed.
"You should do Playboy, baby." Dean said to me.
"Ha! No thanks! I rather not take off my clothes in front of public." I laughed.
"Oh, come on... Do it for me." He raised my chin to make him look at me.
"If she said that she doesn't want to it, she doesn't want to do it." Seth said.
I half smiled at what he said but suddenly, lost it when Dean looked over at me.
"I could do Maxim because I love that magazine!" I laughed at Dean.
"That'll be good." Dean said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Finally, it was time to leave. My plane was already here and it was ready to take new passengers to Atlanta. Dean kissed me hard on the lips and I hugged him. I hugged Seth and I noticed that our hug was longer than Dean's and yet, he didn't notice. Finally, I hugged Roman and whispered into my ear.
"I'll do what I can." He said and I nodded.
I grabbed my bags and I boarded the plane, finally free for a little bit until I have to start traveling again for house shows. I sat in my seat and I breathed in and out, slowly. I felt my eye throb and I started rubbing it, making it worse. Finally, I just started crying and I was embracing it. Even though people were looking at me, I didn't care. It felt great to cry. I knew there was something fishy was going on with Seth and with Dean since this whole thing never made any sense but now, I finally understand. Dean put on this 'nice guy' act so he could come in and be my knight in shining armor. In reality, Seth was that knight in shining armor. I mean, we had some rough patches but I should've worked it out with him. I've got to find some way out of this and I know damn well... I will. Or... I'll die trying...
