: CHAPTER 05: YOU SHOULD BE OUT OF MY SYSTEM :

It took a week, but he finally managed to get her off to herself, and they stood in the nearly empty hallway, just after the live taping ended. His hand was at her throat, but all he could see in her eyes wasn't fear, but annoyance, maybe? Anger at him? This only served to make him angrier.

"The fuck was that the other night? The note? You leavin? I told ya, ya didn't just get to walk out unless I said it was okay.. And I never fuckin gave the okay." he snarled at her as his grip increased slightly. His brow raised as she laughed a little and then managed to wiggle free from the hold and stand looking at him with her hand on her hip as if this entire thing not only amused her, but god damn annoyed her too.

"The fuck are ya laughin at?" he growled as he grabbed her, pinned her against the wall, leaning into her face as he said vehemently, "This is not fuckin funny, god damn it. Do ya not understand? I walk away. Not you, me."

"Whenever you're done, Dean.." Olivia said with an angry roll of her eyes as she gripped the wrist of the hand around his throat, dug her nails into his flesh and then said back just as bitterly, " Oh trust me.. I didn't wanna walk away, but you left me no fucking choice when you wouldn't let me go, now didn't you?"

He paused and then said with a smirk, " This game? It ain't gonna happen. Ya not gettin in my fuckin head like that."

"I wish you weren't in mine too, so don't feel bad." Olivia said as she bit her lip. She hated to lie to him, she hated to deny what they had, the tension and chemistry, her want to be with him had only tripled since that night when she'd let him have her then walked away like it meant nothing.

But if she didn't, then her ex would make sure she payed for it when he caught up to her finally. She couldn't let Dean be hurt. She knew the truth now, about her feelings where he was concerned, and even if she never got the chance to tell him, this was the one thing she could do to ensure he kept living.

So she was acting like he was nothing, like his touch, the way he kissed her, the way she'd practically sank into his arms when he'd pulled her back down on the bed that night meant nothing.

"Ya lying ya little bitch."

" No, Dean, I'm not. One night. I'm done with you."

"It ain't over until I say it's over." he growled as his hand made contact with her cheek. She bit her lip and winced as she absorbed the blow, then laughing, she repaid the favor, making sure that it hurt him just as much as when he'd hit her hurt her. "Is it over now, Ambrose? Because I can keep doing this all damn day if I have to.. What do you not get? I mean it's pretty fucking simple really."

He dropped his hold on her, a little shocked at her turning his own behavior right around on him. It was the first time that'd ever happened and he didn't like it. But strangely enough, even this didn't make him leave.

And before he could say anything, her face went pale and she shook in his grasp a little, before twisting herself free, taking off at a full speed run.

And then he saw her cell phone lying on the ground.

Picking it up, he let his eyes scan the text she'd just gotten, after she'd dropped it.

All it said was "I see you now bitch.. Ready to die? I told you, I'd kill you.. And now, I'm gonna fuckin murder him too."

He slid the phone into his pocket and his eyes flickered over the crowd, searing anger burning every pore in his body, making him almost red and shaky with rage.

But no one looked out of place.. Now more curious than anything, he started to think back over her behavior just now, which normally, he'd have just beaten the hell out of her and been done with it, or walked away, but now, it made sense.

He smirked as he took off in the direction she'd ran off in and found the room she'd disappeared into, kicking in the door.

"Go the fuck away! Are you fucking serious right now?" She screamed at him as she glared and her chest heaved, her face was flushed, her eyes wide with complete and total fear.

He held up her cell phone and then walked towards her slowly, a smug smirk on his face as he pinned her into the wall and said calmly, " I'm calling bullshit. Now. All that out there? An act."

"I-it was not." Olivia said weakly as she tried to keep him from guessing he was right just now.

"Then who the fuck is this god damn son of a bitch? And why's he fuckin making death threats on me now? See, I'm not the kinda guy who takes that shit lightly, Olivia. He's not gonna kill me or you."

"Oh really, genius.. And you know this how exactly?" Olivia asked as she looked up at him, her hand on her hip, determined NOT to become that girl, the one who hid behind a man.

No, she was facing this head on.. Just as soon as she got back to her hotel room and found her god damn gun. Once and for all, this shit with her ex was done.

She was sick of running, and of hiding, and just now, lying to Dean was the hardest thing she'd ever done, by far.

"I know this because I'm gonna kill that fuckin fuck." Dean said as he looked at her calmly, then said in a quieter tone, " I didn't.. I didn't wanna slap ya.. But damn it, Olivia, ya fuckin pissed me the fuck off." as his hand went to her face gingerly, touched the red handprint.

She bit her lip and raised her hand to the red handprint on his face then said quietly, "Dean.. he's murdered before.. I can't.. I'm not bringing you into this, this is my fucking problem."

"No, it's not, god damn it. He made it mine when he fuckin talked shit about killing me in a text, Olivia." Dean said calmly as he looked at her and then said "How long's this shit been goin on?"

"Since he got out of prison."

Dean blinked and then he raked his hand through his hair as he paced, thinking.

"Ya not goin back to the hotel alone. Ya come to my room. Got it? Look at me, god damn it, I'm telling you something." Dean demanded as he made her look up.

"No. I told you, this is done. I'm finishing it, one way or another."

"The fuck you are."

"Dean, just stop this. I've seen what he's capable of.. I won't, I can't.. If he hurt you.. Nevermind.." she turned to walk out, leaving him standing there, hands in his hair, confused.

Then he ran out after her, grabbing her wrist tightly. "You're not gonna get rid of me that god damn easy. And I don't give a fuck what you say, he bought me into this when he sent that text to ya."

Mentally, he was wondering why the fuck he wasn't just walking away, but for now, he was too damn mad about the nerve of some unknown man threatening his life to care.

He'd worry about why he wasn't hauling ass for an exit later. Right now, he intended to find this son of a bitch, no matter how long it took and make him see why you didn't fuck with Dean Ambrose, ever.