RAW Live
September 9
Cleveland, Ohio
It was the show after Night of Champions. All three of her boys had retained their championships and she was ringside at each match, shoving the referees out of the way to hold their hands high in the air in flawless victories.
Bobbi didn't start the show on the ropes tonight, though that's eventually where she would end up. Instead, Daniel Bryan came out with his newly won championship to the sound of the audience going absolutely mental, yelling with all their might and lifting the man up into an area higher than cloud nine.
As he spoke, she smiled at his infectious happiness. She was watching him on the screen near the curtain and waiting for her cue, so she didn't have to try and hide her smile.
But as Triple H walked out onto the stage, Bobbi had to compose herself. She had a referee to escort down to the ring in three minutes and she had to push all the emotion from her body.
That was the thing with wrestling in a different persona - it took valuable time to get into the mood, to get to the place that she had to be to act the way she did without even thinking about it. Bobbi new that the Bobbi the world saw was part of her, was a part of her soul, and she didn't deny it when it threatened to come out, but she also realised that she couldn't be that person all the time. It was exhausting and something she had to learn the hard way.
So she stayed there, crouching down against the crates near the TV, closed her eyes and took deep breaths. The emotions needed to leave her body, the performance anxiety had to leave, the nerves. She threw herself back in time, remembering all that had happened eight years ago, remembered the anger and the pain and the personal victories. She remembered everything.
When Bobbi looked up, her eyes were burning with intensity. With a nod from one of the technicians, she grabbed Scott Armstrong's arm and escorted him down to the ring. Her grip was so tight on his arm that the cameras could easily pick up the nails digging in and the white skin surrounding it. They entered the ring and Bobbi pushed the referee into his position. Over his shoulder, she sent a mocking smile at Daniel Bryan.
"Thanks, Scott, for coming out here," Hunter started. "I would like to get to the bottom of what happened last night, but first I would like to take a look at some footage. We're gonna take a look at some footage from the end of last nights championship match but before we do, I would like to show some footage that shows, Scott, your normal cadence in a WWE championship match, your normal count. If we could, please."
Bobbi slung an arm over his shoulder and turned him around to face the titantron. What greeted them was the video of Scott performing a count on one of Daniel Bryan's covers earlier in the night. The footage showed the count, one, two, Triple H pointing out as much. When the footage finished, Bobbi forcefully swung him back around to face The Game.
"That's your normal cadence for a count, is it not?"
Scott nodded slowly.
Triple H nodded back. "I would now like to take a look at the footage from the finish of last nights WWE championship match, the final call, if you will. If we could roll that please."
The titantron showed the obviously fast count.
"Scott," Hunter slowly began, "that was an incredibly fast count. How do you explain this?"
The man in question shrugged, looked uncomfortable. "It was a fast count, I don't know."
Bobbi stepped forward once more, threw her arm across his shoulder threateningly. She mocked him, "You don't know?", and smiled in triumph as his eyes dropped in submission.
Hunter repeated the referees words into his microphone. "That's your reason? 'I don't know'?"
"I made a mistake," he murmured, still keeping his eyes on the floor.
But Hunter shook his head. "See, Scott, you are a senior official of the WWE, right? That kind of fast count does not just happen, how do you explain what happened?"
Yet the referee didn't change his answer. "I made a mistake."
Hunter repeated him again. "Scott, I've known you for fifteen years, right? I've never seen you make a mistake like that. I have never seen you make that kind of mistake and if you've ever done anything, you've always 'fessed up to it. And I have the feeling you're not telling me everything, Scott, what are you- what are you hiding? Tell me the truth, come on! Get it out!"
When the man did nothing, Bobbi dug her nails into the soft flesh of his trapezius, then leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "just the truth," and Scott looked down again, then across at the new champion.
"They're onto us, Daniel," he said lowly, but Bobbi smiled and dropped her head in distaste.
"They're onto us," she repeated loud enough for Hunter to hear.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, did you just say they're onto us, Daniel? What is us?" Triple H slowly nodded his head, ran a hand down his mouth, turned away. And then turned back. "This changes everything. Scott, I'll deal with you later. Bobbi, please escort Scott to the back right now please, thank you very much for your time."
Daniel Bryan was losing his mind, shaking his head, mad beyond words but screaming that he didn't know about anything.
Slipping her shoulder underneath the third rope and sitting on the second, Bobbi let the blank eyed referee drop to the floor before moving to throw an arm around his shoulder, smirk heavy on her face as she walked him back up the ramp.
—
"Hey!" Randy yelled aggressively. "Hunter! Hunter, what the hell is going on! What the hell just happened out there?!
The Game turned around, stood nose to nose with the unimpressed superstar. "What do you mean what happened?"
"What happened?! Where's my title? Give it back to me, it's mine!"
With a scurry of hands and bodies, Stephanie pushed between her husband and Randy Orton, face red with anger. "Hey! Who the hell do you think you're talking to?! That's the COO of the WWE, and as far as we're concerned, you deserved to lose last night!"
He paused, looked down at the woman in front of him with surprise.
"What happened to the Randy Orton of old?" Stephanie asked, "What happened to the Randy Orton with no morality, no remorse, what happened to the sick bastard who handcuffed my husband and gave me a DDT?" She shook her head, stepped past him. "Until you find that Randy Orton again, maybe we'll have to find a new face of the WWE."
Hunter stepped back up next to him. "That's the guy we're looking for."
Thrown a complete curve ball of harsh truth, Randy stared after the couple with anger in his eyes, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath that ran through his body.
Bobbi jumped off the crate behind the man, startling him as he spun around with a flash of teeth ready to pounce.
"Whoa," she murmured, "Calm down, tough guy."
He seethed, breathed heavily through his teeth, and then slowly recollected himself. He shouldn't have.
"You know, Stephanie has a point. You've changed from this sadistic and twisted predator who took no survivors into a hyena, Randy, you've become complacent with sloppy seconds," Bobbi commented. She hooked her thumbs into her vest straps and let her arms fall against the black material as she watched Randy's face shift back into anger.
"Don't call me a hyena."
"But it's true," Bobbi sung, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because now you're a slimy, mangy coward who can't even beat - what did Hunter call him? A B+ at best? Randy, something's gotta change, something's gotta click inside your head so you can realise that you're not as good as you think you are."
Randy took a threatening step forward. His eyes were blazing and his lips were pulled back in a snarl. "You shut your mouth!"
"Or what? You'll hit me?" She laughed at him and turned to walk away, threw a glance over her shoulder. "When you grow the balls to become the top man, let me know."
As the cameras fade into the distance, Bobbi broke into a sprint to get to the ring for Dean's match against Dolph Ziggler.
She walked by herself around the crowd, a couple of people whispering as they noticed she was out in the audience alone. When she reached the time-keepers area, she ducked into hiding, watching the match from a crouched position where the cameras couldn't pick her up.
The United States Champion dominated the beginning of the fight, wrestling with precision and intensity. Yet soon enough Dolph Ziggler found a wind of momentum. A DDT, a drop kick to the face, a running clothesline, ten elbow drops, and then right into a body slam from Dean Ambrose.
The only way Dolph would win this was by instinct to get in his finisher - and that's exactly what he did, hitting the finisher and pulling Dean's leg up into a cover.
He scurried to the ropes pulling himself up, and Bobbi made her move then, running towards the turnbuckle closest to her and climbing up to the top, perching herself there until he turned around from the screams of the crowd.
Launching herself off the top and slamming the side of her knee against the show off's head, Bobbi skidded to a stop on the mat in front of Ambrose, turned around to make sure her victim wasn't moving and was met with the satisfactory sight of him lying in a heap on the floor. She slithered over to him and threw a leg over his back in a position of dominance, grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the mat for good measure.
She turned back to Dean, gently slapped the side of his face. "C'mon, up you get."
With a look of disorientation, Dean followed her out of the ring and to the side of the ramp, walking around the back of the stage to disappear into the darkness of the back-room.
—
When she next graced the crowd with her presence, The Shield walked out as a unit.
Dusty Rhodes in the ring about to leave and Stephanie standing in the middle, the four members moved down, Seth and Roman on one side of the crowd, Dean and Bobbi on the other. They jumped the barricades, circled around the ring menacingly.
"Hang on a second, hang on a second," Stephanie said down into the microphone. "This seems a little unfair, and I've got somebody out the back that can even things out a little. Oh, Big Show? Big Show would you mind coming out here please?"
The boys jumped onto the apron and Bobbi moved out of the way to let him in. He didn't look at her once.
"Let me shed a little light on this situation, Dream. So since you couldn't make a decision about which one of your sons would get a job here, then you're gonna have another choice. Would you prefer to be dismembered by The Shield, or knocked out by the Big Show? Your choice."
But Dusty stood stockstill and mouthed 'no'.
"Oh, you're not gonna make a choice again? A bit indecisive? Well I'll make it for you. Big Show, knock him out. He brought this on himself, I was offering his son's a job."
Bobbi slid out of the ring as Show declined, yet made his presence very noticeable when he yelled at The Shield to back off. Disappearing under the apron of the ring, Bobbi produced four steel chairs and slid them up into Roman's waiting hands.
They slammed them down on the mat. Come on, Show, if you don't do it, we will. And he did. Caught Dusty Rhodes before he could crumple to the ground like the good giant he was.
—
"You're head okay?" Roman asked Bobbi later that evening, frowning at the woman.
She touched the back of it and winced, shook her head. "Hurts like hell but I'll get over it."
Seth turned in his seat, wriggled his eyebrows at her and smiled cheekily. "Now you have two matching bruises, at least."
"Yes, because two is always better than one," she deadpanned.
During Daniel Bryan's match against Roman, she'd gone to pull Roman out of the ring, to check if he was okay, but received two big feet to the side of her head that send her flying backwards. And if she hadn't of slammed the back of her head off the front of the announce table, she would have been just fine. Yet it seemed recently that luck certainly wasn't in her favour.
So now she had a yellow-green bruise that surrounded the scar on her hairline and a lump on the back of her head. Perfect.
They were on their way to Dean's birth state - Cincinnati - but Dean wasn't excited at all. In fact, his head was dropped back against the chair, mouth open, lightly snoring. There was a cap pulled low over his face. He looked adorable.
Roman was driving and they were two hours into the trip, had been going since the ending of Raw at 11PM, and they weren't set to get in until just before 3AM. The small rental they were driving could barely fit the four of them, but somehow, they made it work.
"So, Bobbi," Seth started.
She looked up from her phone expectantly, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"
"When were you gonna tell us your name was Barbara?" He had this smirk on his face like he was extremely proud to show off the fact that he'd found out.
Bobbi rolled her eyes. "Probably never."
"And why would that be, Barbara?"
"Because I prefer Bobbi." She hardened her gaze at the smug man. "And if you call me Barbara one more time I will actually throw you out of a plane."
When they arrived at the hotel, Bobbi softly shook Dean awake.
"Come on, princess," she murmured as she shook his shoulders, taking the cap off of his head. "Time to get into bed."
He pouted, frowned, let out a deep sigh. "Carry me."
She chuckled at him and then let Roman do the rest as she got her bag from the boot.
Walking into the reception area, Bobbi smiled tiredly at the lady that was on night duty. "Hi," she said quietly. "We have two rooms on hold until tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, I'll just get your names," the lady replied, all bright smiles and happiness. "Bobbi, right? Sorry, that probably sounds creepy. But I'm a massive fan, I watch the WWE all the time."
Bobbi grinned at the woman. "That's okay, not creepy at all."
She taped away on the computer in front of her, swiped a couple of key cards. Then sheepishly looked up at Bobbi. "Are the rest of The Shield with you?"
"Yeah, they're outside waiting."
"That's so awesome," the young lady whispered, literally making heart eyes. "You guys are so badass, I love how they put you in with them to mix it up a bit."
Laughing, Bobbi took the cards offered to her and handed over the company credit card. "Glad to hear that you like it, means a lot to me."
The lady glanced around a bit, then looked up at Bobbi with pleading eyes. "I know you're probably really tired, since it's like 3AM, but is it okay if I get a photo with you? You don't even have to move, just stand there and be yourself."
Bobbi laughed, nodded her head and grinned a little as the camera phone captured the moment.
"What took so long?" Seth moaned as Bobbi walked out of the foyer, hunched over in a sleepy state and looking unimpressed.
"The receptionist was a fan, asked a couple of questions and for a photo," Bobbi replied. "It's probably going to make her whole week, so I said why not."
"Meanwhile we cook to death out here and collapse from exhaustion."
"Oh, get over it, you baby."
—
SmackDown Taping
September 17th
Cincinnati, Ohio
Vicki Guerrero was one of those people who yelled into a microphone even if it did nothing to make her voice louder, one of those people who yelled during a phone conversation. Bobbi didn't really like those kinds of people. No one needed to hear them that much.
They were set to go on just over half an hour into the show for an 11-3 elimination match and when they did, Randy Orton was down in the ring. Talking about himself, no less. Surprising.
He finished his little speech and their music hit and they walked out, slicked up and ready for battle, and Bobbi trailed them, sat on the barricade where she usually was. Please, don't let Vicki scream right in her ear.
Darren young was first out, quickly eliminated, and then his team mate ran out full head of steam and right into the brick wall that was The Shield.
Bobbi smiled as Dolph Ziggler came out. She liked him. A little. Had yet to spend time with him outside of talking about scripts, but could tell that he was like the class clown of the locker room. She liked a funny guy. When he was speared outside the ring, he didn't get back up.
Kofi was out next, put up a solid flurry against the boys, hitting Reigns with the Trouble in Paradise until Ambrose jumped on his back and took control.
Jumping off her spot, Bobbi walked over to a crouching Roman who was clutching his head. She pulled him up, hit her fists against his chest to fire him back up, yelled, "Get back into it, Ro!"
"And look at Bobbi here at ringside, firing up a hurt Roman Reigns!"
He fell into her hands a bit more as RVD ran out strongly against the two boys left into the ring and completely dominated them. And then The Game's music blared over the speakers as he walked out in a huff, yelling for the referee to stop the match. He looked pissed.
Hunter walked over to Vicki, yelled at her to get back to his office, and then pointed at Bobbi. "You too, Bob, get the other boys," he said, and then walked off in the same kind of storm he arrived in.
They followed the obviously ticked off man out the back, set up for the segment in his office.
"What was that Vicki? What were you doing, what were you thinking?" Hunter angrily questioned. "Vicki, look at me when I'm talking to you! What the hell was that?!"
She looked up, upset and scared.
But Hunter continued. "You have any idea what you did? Ten guys, that is it, ten guys ran into help Daniel Bryan, and you know what happens when you did what you did tonight? Then it's ten more guys, then it's ten more guys-"
"But it's-" Vicki tried to interrupt.
"Next thing you've got a full scale revolt on your hands!"
"I thought it was best for business!" She defended.
"Best for business?" Hunter's voice dropped, eyes wild. "Vicki you have no idea what's best for business. What's best for business is fair, honest competition between these guys, they need to feel safe and they need to feel like there just in a competitive environment and that's what we're gonna give them. So you're gonna go, and make a match right now. You're going to put The Shield in a six man tag match against the number one contenders for the tag-team titles, the Uso's, and their partner, Daniel Bryan. Now, go make the match up."
She scurried out of the office like a dog with its tail between its legs, and then Hunter turned towards Bobbi, who had been leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and heeled foot up on the white surface.
"Go make sure she doesn't make any more stupid decisions," he seethed at her.
Bobbi snorted, flicked her head to the side to get her silver hair out of her face. "You're making me baby-sit her?"
"Do you want anymore injustices like what we just saw?"
Pushing off the wall, Bobbi's eyes flashed and then she was out of the door in a huff.
She had another thirty minutes to kill before she'd go out and support her boys again, walked into the catering room by herself. Her eyes were locked on her phone as she typed away at a message she was going to send to one of her friends who lived here. When the chair across from her scraped against the floor, Bobbi's eyes shifted up and locked on to the dark hazel of Wade Barrett's. Inwardly she groaned.
"We need to talk," he commanded, British voice strong and imposing. "And you need to sit there and be a normal person for once in your life."
Bobbi's eyebrows met her hairline, trying not to cringe at the instant throbbing the still healing wound on her head caused.
"No one needs to know about what happened between us, alright? No one."
She snorted at him. "Well, that's all fine and dandy, Barrett, but Bray and Phil were there when you had your little meltdown, remember? Not my fault you couldn't handle yourself in public."
"Just, for one second, stop being sassy. You've kept your mouth shut so far, yeah? Just keep it like that."
"Wade, are you scared of people finding out that you're a pansy little bitch?" She stood then, slipped her phone into a pocket of her vest, and then placed her hands on the table to bend over and glare at him with burning eyes. "Here's the truth of what really happened; you tried to play me and I made a complete fool of you, and now you're begging for me not to tell anyone that you're actually a shallow shit that uses people to get what he wants? Wade, you really don't know me, do you? I've heard you spread rumours about me, I know what you call me behind my back, but let's get one thing real clear. I don't care about you, I don't even think about you, so I don't talk about you. If you're still butt-hurt enough after all these years to be this insecure about yourself, that's not my problem. Stop trying to push yourself back into my life. We work at the same place, but we're not acquaintances, or friends, or whatever you want us to be. Get the fuck over yourself and leave me the fuck alone."
When she made to move away, his hands snatched at her wrist, but before he could even do anything, Dean Ambrose had clenched his fingers around Wade's arm.
"I think she's done talking to you, Barrett," he warned, voice low and dangerous and doing things to the inside of Bobbi's gut.
Bobbi appreciatively looked at Ambrose and then together they walked away from the scene.
"The fuck's his problem, darlin'?" Dean muttered as he threw a look over his shoulder.
"He thinks he has some kind of hold over me because we slept together a couple of years ago," Bobbi said with a roll of her eyes, gentle smile on her face. "Don't think he's over the fact that I was never in love with him."
Dean laughed as he threw his arm around her shoulder. "The untouchable Bobbi Arlett, huh?"
She blushed. "You heard the rumours, then?"
"Nah," he shook his head at her, dimples forming in his cheeks. "Just that apparently you're 'untouchable'. Don't even know what that means, you're like a teddy bear."
"Says you who needs someone in the same bed as him!"
"Shhhhh," he hissed, looking around with fake worry. "They'll think I'm less masculine if they know I like body warmth."
Bobbi laughed at him, twenty minutes later waiting with Vicki at the curtain. She jumped up and down, shook out her muscles to get her blood pumping and pulled her hair back in a tight pony tail.
"So, Bobbi," Vicki said. "How are you liking working with the WWE?"
"It's fine," she breathed back, avoiding eye contact.
But Vicki kept talking and with a stab of realisation, Bobbi realised that Vicki was also one of those people that had to fill every kind of space with words. Her eyes rolled heavily back into her head as she tuned out, continued her pre-TV routine.
When Daniel Bryan was the last one out into the ring, she pushed Vicki out onto the stage with a shove, bared down on the woman until she was scurrying like a rat to get away from the intimidating Shield member. Bobbi caught up, shoved her again, hissed through her teeth as the general manager looked back at her in fear. As they reached the commentary table, Bobbi pushed Vicki harshly into the chair that was waiting for her, trapped the older woman by placing both her hands on the armrest, and pushed her back into the barricade.
Threateningly, she bared her teeth, eyes ablaze, and said loud enough for the cameras to hear, "If you move so much as a centimetre, I will have you on that mat flat on your back in less then ten seconds, you hear?"
"I don't think Bobbi Arlett is very happy about being charged as Vicki's baby-sitter tonight, John…"
She pushed away from the terrified woman then, turned to meet the eyes of a laughing Seth Rollins. She resumed her spot on the barricade and then watched the match unfold.
When her boys lost, she was slow to leave her spot on the barricade, but quick to turn on a terrified Vicki Guerrero. A new found power came over Vicki and she stood up, glaring at Bobbi, and then slapped her across the face.
The crowd, who were already celebrating Daniel Bryan's win, cheered even louder.
But when Bobbi turned back to face Vicki, her jaw locked, her eyes now ice cold and calculating, the general manager didn't even have a chance to defend herself from the blow that was coming; kicking and screaming Bobbi grabbed fist full of hair and her arm and swung the older woman off her feet and into the padded barricade.
And while Bobbi knew that Vicki had wanted to do this, she doubted Vicki knew how much pain she was going to be in until that very moment.
—
Later on that evening Bobbi ducked her head around the corner of the medical room, eyes finding a very sore looking Vicki Guerrero.
"Hey, you alright?" She asked, half frown creasing her skin. The woman nodded her head and she sighed in relief. "You took that hit like a champion, I'm proud of you."
Vicki smiled at her. "Don't know how you do the house shows after taking those kinda hits."
"You get used to the pain, I guess," Bobbi replied. She excused herself and headed back to the back entrance, picking up her duffle bag and throwing it over her shoulder when she reached the corridor it was in.
She was wearing a loose dark grey singlet that dipped in a deep v-neck, denim shorts that just covered the tattoo on her thigh and some worn down boots on her feet. Without her usual heels, Bobbi was an easy 5'8; not too short, not too tall. She'd scrubbed the red off her lips, pulled her hair out, was ready for a night with one of her friends.
Phone buzzing in her back pocket, Bobbi pulled it out and sighed. This wouldn't be good.
"Sarah," she said as she answered, trying to force a smile into her voice. "You're not cancelling on me are you?"
The lady on the other side of the line sighed, sniffed. "Sorry, babe. Craig wants a quiet night in, couldn't say no to him."
She heard the words but what really changed her attitude was the hidden meaning. Couldn't say no. Craig wouldn't let her out, the controlling bastard.
"You alone?"
Laughing, Sarah said, "No. Not tonight."
And Bobbi's blood was boiling. Dean caught her eye, frowning as he finished signing the roster sheet. "Has he touched you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"I'll be there in twenty."
Bobbi leant her head against the wall, gently tapped her hand against the surface until she hit it with a loud slap and pushed off, angry beyond reason. And walked right into Dean's chest.
"Whoever you're killing tonight can wait-"
"Get the fuck out of my way."
Dean stepped back, his eyes wide at the tone she'd just used with him, like he'd never expected her to talk to him like that in a million years. And then he pursed his lips and nodded.
"Go wait by the car," he told her, and then walked away.
So when she signed out, she did just that. He turned up two minutes later with the keys, told her to get in.
"What are you doing?"
Dean looked at her like she was stupid. "You actually look like you're about to kill someone, darlin', I'm just here to stop you from doing anything you'll regret. Now, tell me where to."
"Roman and Seth?"
"They can find their own way back," he shrugged off.
So they drove in complete silence after that. Bobbi still had waves of anger rolling off of her and Dean was content to let the music settle the quietness. She was lucky that he knew his way around, because as soon as she'd told him, he knew exactly where it was.
They pulled up and Bobbi was out of the car quick as lightning, banging her fist on the front door like the world was burning down. When Sarah opened the door and Bobbi saw the bruise on her cheek, her sight went red.
"Where is he?" She hissed. "I swear to God, Sarah-"
"Barbara?"
Her blood turned ice at the sound of his voice and then she shoved the door open further and slammed her fist across Craig's face. She fell on top of him, punching him over and over again until there was blood dripping from his nose and his eye was swollen shut and then there were hands under her arms, lifting her off the defenceless man.
"Get your hands off of me!" Bobbi screamed, clawing and trying to fight her way out of his grip, but with his height and strength advantage, there was no hope.
The man on the floor looked up at her as a tear of pain fell from his shut eye. "Missed you too, sis."
She growled, struggled again. "You're so fucking lucky, Craig, because the next time you lay a hand on her I'm actually going to rip your testicles from your body and we'll see how fucking masculine you are then, yeah?"
Dean hissed behind her, obviously imagining the pain associated with her threat, and slackened his grip a little.
But Bobbi turned to Sarah, looking at the poor woman with her hands over her mouth and obviously scared. "I told you not to get involved, Sar, I told you he was bad news. Pack your things, you're leaving."
"Bar-"
"This isn't up for discussion, Sarah. Until he can learn to control himself, he's not going anywhere near you."
Sarah's face fell. She knew Bobbi was right, knew that her boyfriends older sibling had a very good point. "Yeah, okay," she whispered, shuffling out of the living room and leaving the three alone.
"You can let go now," Bobbi lowly said, "I'm not gonna touch him anymore."
Dean believed her, dropped his arms, stood back.
"I didn't-"
Bobbi cut her brother off. "Don't you dare even try and tell me you didn't mean it, Craig. First with Heather, now with Sarah? My God, you really have no control over it, do you?"
"I just get so angry…" he trailed off.
"And so do I, but I don't go slapping people around because of it." She glanced down at Craig, rolled her eyes. "Most of the time, anyway."
Bobbi's eyes drooped shut and she put a head against her head, suddenly exhausted and wanting nothing more than rest. "Find some anger management classes, keep on your pills, it's not hard. If this happens one more time, I'm turning you in to the cops and they can deal with you in their own way."
"Yeah…" he sniffed. "Yeah, okay. I'm sorry Barb, just as you're going good, I go and stuff things up again."
"Yeah, you do. But it's enough, okay? I don't want to have to tell people that my little brother is a girlfriend beater, I don't want you to tarnish mom and dad with the way you act." Bobbi stopped, looked at him. "You drive her home, okay? Don't pull any guilt trips, don't do anything stupid. Just take her home and then come back and have some aspirin and sleep it off."
Craig nodded at her, still looked absolutely shattered. Being beat up by his own sister set something into place in his head. Like a wake up call he never got last time.
"I'll give you a call tomorrow," she muttered. She turned to Dean, looked at him through half shut eyes. "Come on, let's go."
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