I stayed hidden in my locker for a very long time, just crying and refusing to check the clock. Some hours later I took my phone out and sent a text to Dean, asking where he was. His answer came immediately "Locker..." So I cleaned up my face, changed the clothes and went up to him. Dean looked at me questioningly: "What's up?" "I broke up with Sheamus", I said. A pleased look showed up on his face: "Good news." I nodded: "Yeah but that's not all. We had a fight and in the end he hit my face with his clenched fist. My nose was bleeding and I cried the hours before in my locker." Dean just sat there, not able to close his mouth for a moment. Then he stood up and pulled me into a tight hug. He ran his fingers across my back and whispered into my hair: "I'm sorry." This was the first time I saw him that soft and I suddenly felt so right in his arms. A few minutes we stood like that not moving in any way, before he led me to the couch to sit down. I felt the tears coming up again as I said: "I don't know what to do now." Dean put my hand into his own, searching for the right words: "You don't have to be afraid anymore. You did the only right thing and he'll regret it. Badly." I wasn't really sure so I wanted to start a sentence. But he cut me off: "Just trust me. Okay?!" I nodded, he put my chin up with a finger and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
As we came out of the locker Sheamus rushed towards us, yelling something about me. Dean looked at him, his eyes started to fill with anger: "Keep your hands off my girl!" Sheamus asked loudly: "Who said she's yours?" Dean yelled back: "I said it! And now get the fuck away!" Sheamus just grinned and suddenly they started to push each other. I stood there unable to move or speak, just afraid. Fortunately Punk and Seth came down the stairs right that moment. Punk stepped in between them, asking: "What's going on here?" Dean clenched his fist: "This motherfucker..." Seth grapped him by his shirt and pulled him away, saying: "Stop it, Dean!" Like that we were standing, Punk in front of Sheamus without touching him and Seth still holding Dean. I still haven't moved as Sheamus started to insult Dean: "You sick idiot, go and find someone who's able to fix you. You're insane." Dean tried to escape from Seth's grip but before anything could happen I stepped besides Dean and said in Sheamus' direction: "Shut your mouth, it's enough!" He starred at me before Punk tried to move away with him. Seth did the same with Dean back into his locker and I followed them. Seth stayed at the door, Dean looked out of the window and I sat down on the bed. It was completely silent until I said: "I'm sorry, Dean." He slammed his fist against the wall, yelling: "Fuck off!" Seth moved a little closer to me maybe cause he wasn't sure what Dean is able to do. Of course the whole situation scared me but I wasn't able to get away from Dean. Minutes later it knocked at the door, Seth opened, it was Roman with a quite serious look on his face: "Booker wants to see you." We got out of the room but Dean didn't move away from the window. So Seth said: "Come on, man." and Dean finally did. As we arrived at Booker's office he already expected us not that happy: "I heard about some happenings earlier on. So I'll give you a match with him, one on one. Dean Ambrose against Sheamus without The Shield or someone else. On Monday." Dean wasn't pleased with that: "Who said I want a match? I want to rip his head off!" Booker stood up, looking serious at him: "Two opportunities. Either you'll have that match or you'll be suspended the next time. Your decision and now get outta here!" We went back to the room, Dean slammed the door behind him, mumbling "Fuck" again and again. Seth said: "Damn it Dean, calm down. It's just a match." Dean yelled: "No it's not just a match, for fuck sake!" He turned to me with a look that really scared me but then he moved closer and just pressed his lips on mine. My heart stopped beating again.
