Chapter 2
I looked around the hotel room and found the empty bedroom. I was tired and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep so I changed out of my shorts and tank top and slipped in to silky pyjama bottoms and a white tight fitting shirt. I took an aspirin and curled up in my bed. Breathing a little easier knowing that Seth wouldn't know where I was.
And how wrong I was…
I rolled over to check my phone when the text tone went off and got a rude shock. I had quite a few texts from him and as I opened my phone to read them they kept coming. They were all abusive and he had now started to think that there was something going on with Dean just because he had been standing outside my locker room door when I wasn't there and because he had interrupted our little moment in the hall way. I sat up in my bed and read every message as it came through, he was currently calling me every name under the sun. I got up from my bed and walked out and straight in to Roman's room.
It didn't take long for me to turn off my phone. If I had figured out how to block his messages I would have but I didn't so my only other option was to turn off my phone and wait for Roman and Dean to come back to the hotel. When the door opened and closed I wanted to get straight off the bed and go and hug Roman but I waited because I knew that he would come to his room pretty much straight away. Or I thought he would come to his room straight away. I heard my bedroom door open and close and then I heard someone go to the fridge and heard a can open. The TV was switched on soon after that but no one came to Roman's room. So instead I got off Roman's bed and walked out to the living room only to find Dean. "Hey, why is your phone off I've been trying to call you." He asked when he saw me walk out of Roman's room.
"Where's Roman?" I asked curiously completely ignoring Dean's question. To be honest I wanted to avoid the subject of Seth all together.
"He's gone to see Galina and Joelle." He answered.
"Oh…" I forgot that Galina and Jojo had been at the show tonight, I had seen them before the show started.
"Is everything alright?" Dean tilts his head to the side and looks at me curiously. My face must tell him a story because he frowns and shuffles over on the couch and wraps his arm over my shoulder. "Wanna tell me what's going on?" He says as he sips on his beer and put his feet on the coffee table. Classy man, Dean Ambrose.
"How do you block numbers on a Samsung?" I know I should probably tell him why I want to but I don't have the energy to read out every single abusive message that Seth has sent me in the last forty five minutes. I haven't even checked my voicemail yet. Dean looks at me curiously and then looks down at my hand which is swollen and will probably be pretty bruised by the morning.
"Where's your phone?" He asks.
"In Roman's room?" I stare at the TV not really paying attention to anything apart from the dull throbbing pain in my hand and the feeling of Dean's arm resting on my shoulders.
"Go get it, has Seth been messaging you?"
"Yeah just one message after the other, he's not saying very nice things about you." I mutter and stand up from the couch and walk to Roman's room. I switch on my phone as I walk back to the couch and hand my phone over without even considering that there would be more messages when I turned the phone back on. All I wanted was to block his number so he couldn't contact me, I hadn't had any plans to show Dean or Roman any of the messages he had sent me.
But that plan went out the window when Dean's eyes nearly popped out of his head when message after message again popped up on the screen. "Were you going to tell anyone that he was threatening you?" Dean asks without looking up at me. He scrolls through the messages and there is a frown stuck to his face.
"No…" Seth wouldn't say things like he'd been saying if he didn't care. I knew I would never go back to him but I was sure there was a way to get through to him and make him realise that our relationship was toxic and it would never work.
"Not even Roman?" Dean looked up this time and frowned at me.
"Not even Roman. I just want him to know that I don't wanna be with him anymore. He still thinks that I'm just mad at him. He hasn't accepted that I broke up with him. Once he knows I know he'll stop." I couldn't sound more stupid if I tried, I knew deep down he probably wouldn't stop until something bad happened. Something worse than him spraining my wrist.
"Are aware how stupid that is Kitty?" Ugh, I hate that nickname!
"Dean. Do not call me Kitty!" I spit at him. I know he says it just to annoy me but at the moment Seth is doing a fantastic job at annoying me and definitely does not need Dean's help.
"But I like it, it's endearing." He chuckles.
"Shut up and block Seth's number." I grumble and sit back down on the couch and cross my arms over my chest. He does as he's told and goes through my phone settings and blocks his number so he won't be able to text or call me. I'm feeling slightly better after that. "Do you know if Roman is coming back tonight?" I ask Dean.
"Wouldn't have a clue, probably not. Why?"
To be honest I just wanted someone to hug. I was upset and a little bit terrified at the moment and all I wanted was my best friend to snuggle up with. But I wouldn't interrupt his time with Joelle, his four year old daughter. "Just wanted one of his hugs." I reply and get off the couch. Maybe if I sleep in his bed he'll come back later and give me that hug I'm so badly craving.
"I'll hug you." Dean offers.
"Its fine, I'm going to bed." I say and walk off turning around quickly to grab my phone from the coffee table.
"Don't be silly, come here." Dean says as he gets off the couch and reaches out for a hug. He's got this stupid grin on his face and I can't help but smile back at him and take those few more steps so I'm within arms-length. He grabs my good hand and yanks me closer to him and wraps his arms around me. I wrap my arms around his torso and lean my head on his chest. "See, I'm not so bad." He chuckles in to my neck.
"Thank you." I mutter stupidly.
"It's like you think I'm some arrogant asshole who's horrible to you all the time." He says sarcastically.
"You are an arrogant asshole who's horrible to me all the time." I giggle.
"Well I wasn't horrible to you today. I guess that's a start…" He chuckles.
"I guess so." I nod. "Ok I'm gonna go to bed." I say softly and look up at him. My arms are still are around him and it seems like Dean has no plans on letting me go anytime soon. I can honestly say after knowing Dean for over two years I have never hugged him, not unless we were celebrating a win in the ring. I have to admit, this hug was kind of nice.
"No you're not, you're gonna sit up and watch a movie with me." He says and manoeuvres his way around the coffee table and we flop on to the couch. With a little bit of rearranging Dean manages to get his arm around my shoulder. I lift up my feet and tuck them under my butt and put my head back on his chest. He grabs the remote for the TV with his spare hand and goes in to the TV guide to find something to watch. "What do you think? Chick flick, RomCom or horror?" As if he's even gonna let me choose, he was a mad wingman for Seth before we started dating. All four of us had just started working together and decided that some bonding time would be awesome, so Roman and Dean sat on one couch and me and Seth on the other and Dean had asked the same question.
I glanced up at him and he laughed thinking that I wouldn't remember. "As if you're actually gonna let me choose." I grumble with a half-smile.
"You're right, horror it is." He laughs and picks the movie.
We sit through about half the movie before the door opens and Roman walks in. I look up and smile at him sleepily, I was almost asleep on Dean's chest. "Roman." I felt bad just ditching Dean but I had said that I wanted a hug from him. I got up from the couch leaving Dean on the couch looking a little disappointed. I walked over to Roman and before he could put down the things he was holding I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in to his chest.
"Alright?" He chuckled and dropped his bag by our feet and put his arms around my waist.
"Dean helped me block Seth's number." I tell him.
"Was he bugging you?" he arches an eyebrow.
"I think abusing is more the word you're looking for, bro." Dean had stood up from the couch now and was walking towards us.
"Did you save the messages?" Roman looks down at me with a frown.
"No." I shake my head, it hadn't even occurred to me that I should save them.
"I did, I sent then to myself." Dean interjected.
"Good." Roman nodded at Dean.
"Alright, I'm off to bed." Dean said as he stretched awkwardly and slapped Roman on the back and walked off to his room. He didn't say anything to me, in fact I'm not sure he even looked at me.
I hadn't meant to hurt his feelings by jumping off the couch as soon as Roman walked through the door but I guess I had. Eh, why am I even worried about how Dean feels? We've never gotten along before so why would cuddling on the couch for an hour make any difference?
