Brianna and Nicole are sprawled on the couch in the locker room they share with you while Sheamus occupies the leather chair kiddy corner to it. Picking up the brown mug sitting on the end table Sheamus takes a small sip. In the lighting of the room he seems kind of like a light in the darkness. The lights are dimmed and yet even when you crack open one it is very bright so you instantly squint against it. A groan echoes throughout the silent room and instantly Brie & Nikki are beside you, helping you sit up. As you sit up you rub at your head with a big yawn. This earns a chuckle from Sheamus who gives you a very quick kiss on the cheek.
"How are ya' feeling' princess?" A weak smile caresses your lips as you pat the hands of Brie and Nikki to let them know you're okay to sit up by yourself. You've always loved it when he calls you 'Princess' because it makes you feel special. However, there was no one who could make a lady feel more special Roman Reigns (Leati Joseph Anoa'i)... Now there was a whole lot of man and a great father. As your thoughts wonder to Roman, a smile makes its way onto your face.
"I'm feeling a little dizzy an-" a loud growl from your stomach makes you turn a bright red due to your embarrassment as you try to cover it up with a laugh.
"And hungry." Nikki chuckles at your words.
"I bet after that Sister Abigail you're hungrier than Nikki at an all you can eat buffet."
"Hey!" Nikki chides her sister while you laugh at their playful banter. Waking up to this atmosphere was nice! Especially since you don't have to face your fellow friends, The Shield… They are probably pissed at you!
As your thoughts drift towards them little do you know that their thoughts are drifting towards you as well. Separately. But still, they're focused on you.
Dean Ambrose's P.O.V.:
When I was shoved out of the way I didn't know what was going on. All I know is that you took a Sister Abigail… For me. The good girl took a blow for not only the team, but specifically the angry bad boy, Dean Ambrose. I stand up while rubbing the top of my head with both hands viciously. When I look in the mirror the bags under my eyes are very noticeable. Purple against my light skin, my hair is sticking out on end; my eyes are lost in the unknown... I punch the mirror with a closed fist. The sound of the glass shattering does not even register in my mind. As I watch the blood drip from my hand I stare blank faced and dead eyed.
"Why would she take a hit for a bastard like me?" As I begin to pace back and forth I wonder this with a blank face that soon turns to confusion then scrunches up. I begin to pace a little faster before I growl out in frustration and head for the private shower. Stripping off my black vest followed by that skin tight black sleeveless shirt I sigh in relief a little. That shirt showed off my chest but it was a little suffocating sometimes. Like right now… Right now I just need to lock myself in the shower turn the water on to as hot as I can stand and sit there. Since there are four shower heads if I turn them all on I can sit in the shower and it will be like a sauna if I shut the door… As I slide my shoes off my feet in a trance like motion I sigh a little.
"How many times am I going to sigh over this girl? What is she doing to me?" I unbuckle my pants and let them slide down my slightly pale toned legs. Leaving me in only my boxers I head into the showering room. Turning on the two faucets close to the door all the way on hot I quickly get out of the way before turning the other two onto nicer warmth that my skin could just barely stand. I slide down the wall with my skin glistening in the lighting of the room. I could feel the sting behind my eyes grow more severe and hurt a little more and more. I pull the knife from the waistband of my boxers before sliding the silver blade out of its case. In the foggy room it seems to glint and leer at me like a demon in the darkness. I fumble with the blade before accidentally slicing my thumb a little. I stare at the cut as the water makes it throb in pain. I barely notice though. I won't wont stoop to cutting my wrists again but the blade is a slap in the face reminder of why I need to calm down... You got hurt and it was my fault. If I hadn't let Bray Wyatt get the best of me then she would not be in this position. If Seth fucking Rollins hadn't jumped off of the curtain than she wouldn't have been give a Sister Abigail by the freakish prick of a man Bray Wyatt... Sadly, this is how you find me. Slightly Broken, bloody, red eyed, and crying. When I see you though, a little spark of hope inside of me ignites as you quickly walk towards me. As you fall to your knees beside me, I reach out both of my hands towards you but then drop them to my side as you pull me into yourbarms and kiss the top of my head.
"Jon, what are you doing? Why are you doing this to yourself?" I begin to shake violently and I know that you know I'm trying to resisting the tears that threaten to fall once again. When I look you in the eyes I feel my heart pick up a few beats. You definitely have an effect on me and it shows in the blush nipping at my cheeks. A small smile plays across your face as my fingertips trace across your cheek gently. Barely grazing the skin I see a shiver run through your body as well as my own. As the two of us sit there in the foggy shower room I frown a little.
"(Name)? What are you doing to me? I broke a little when I saw you laying there unconscious… What are you doing to me?" You gently place another kiss on my head as you softly respond with,
"I don't know. I just don't know." Maybe… Maybe, just maybe, your bright and bubbly personality can change a person?
"Well Princess, what is this?" An amused voice with a heavy Irish accent makes the two of us look towards the door. With a small smile you chuckle before helping me up. I am a little out of it.
"Dean, I think you spent a little too much time in the home made sauna." Sheamus chuckles a little bit frowns when I stumble forward, almost slipping on the floor. Sheamus throws out his hands and takes a hold of me under the armpits.
"Take it easy mate." Sheamus holds onto me while I regain my senses.
"I'm not your mate…" Sheamus rolls his eyes at my response.
"Uh-huh. Sure. Now shut up and take it easy before you fall and hit your head. I don't think (Name) would like that either." Sheamus chides me but I instantly become a little less grumpy.
"I was having a perfectly good shower until you guys came along." I grumble in fake anger as you place a random kiss on my cheek.
"But, you know you've always wanted to be in a shower with me." The three of us burst into laughter as I begin to get dressed. No one even cared that I was almost completely naked. This is what friends are for. Friends are the pillars that we support ourselves on. I smile knownignly to myself as I follow Sheamus and you out of the room and to the car waiting to take us to the hotel. I'm lucky to have a friend like you. If you weren't in my life at all, my anger would have swallowed me whole and ruined everything I hold dear. My friendship with Roman and Seth, my wrestling career and my whole life. It will be a cold day in hell before I lose you as a friend of mine.