LETTING GO OF THE PAST PT 2
Dean sat in his room, staring at his hands, wondering if she'd read the letters, or if she'd thrown them away, as he drank from a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting beside an already empty bottle, on the table in front of him.
"God damn it." he muttered as he punched the table, reminded himself that he was letting her go. If she wanted him back, she was going to have to approach him first. Jonathan was done being hurt by the people in his life, and maybe just maybe Dean was going to take over from here on out.
He looked at a picture strip from a mall photo booth, old and creased, worn out from age and growled. Why didn't anything ever work out like he wanted? The only thing he had now was his career, and seeing her again for the past two weeks had made him realize that maybe to the remnants of himself that he kept buried deep down in the bottom of his heart, shoved in the back of his mind just so it wouldn't fucking kill him every single hour of every day, his career wasn't enough.
The door was knocked on and he heard Roman Leakee outside, "Man if you don't open this fucking door, I swear to God I'll ram it."
"Fuck off, Leakee."
"Ambrose, this is not the time for some of your crazy shit. Get your ass out of there now, we have a meeting with creative! Or did you fucking go on a bender, forget that?"
"Fuck it all."
"Ambrose, look.. I know you're feeling like shit right now.. But she knows, man.. At least she knows you wrote." Leakee tried again, not even sure why he was bothering with the selfish bastard anymore. Then he remembered their meeting.
The promise of a rise to the main roster.. And Dean.. he could use the good news right now. In some ways, Roman felt bad for the poor guy.
Seth growled as he saw the door still closed. "That's it, god damn it." he muttered as he got a running start, and went to kick the door open, only to fall short when Dean opened it, his eyes hazy from an all night drinking binge.
"She's gone."
"We know."
"I gave 'em to her. She ain't called, nothing." Dean muttered as he stared at them then said, "Fuck it.. I'm sick of waitin. Let's go see creative.."
"Fuck yes. Now there's giving no fucks Ambrose." Seth cheered as Roman gave him a warning look and said calmly, "Seth.. Do not encourage him. We fucking need him sober. Clear?"
"If he's sober he's going to mope around over that chick. And I've waited too damn long for a chance to let his "broken heart" ruin it, Leakee."
"Seth, I'm going to spear you if you don't shut up."
"Roman, if you spear me.."
"You'll what, midget?" Roman growled as Seth sighed and said "Look.. You're right, Roman.. But he's got us now.. We'll figure something out, okay? Let's just focus on the fact that we got him out of his room for the first time in almost two days."
"Good plan."
Dean stopped and looked at them then said calmly, "Who needs one girl when I can get them all now, right?"
Roman started to say something, but Dean said quietly, "Nevermind." and they made it to the lobby of the hotel, then out to the parking lot.
Dean grumbled as he did as Roman demanded and tossed him the keys.
"I ain't drunk."
"Yeah? Well you're not sober either, Ambrose so get your fucking ass in. I'll drive."
"Fucking jerk."
"Jerk I may be, but at least we'll make it to the meeting in one piece." Roman muttered as the three men drove towards NXT Creative Offices, discussing what they thought the meeting might be about... They knew they were all debuting to the main roster soonish, but they didn't know details yet..
Dean saw Damien in the hallway, waiting, and he growled and without wasting any time, he punched the man. Roman grabbed him before he could get in any more punches, and then the door opened.
The head writer gestured them all in, and first explained their upcoming individual storylines, and then the one they'd be doing for their debut.
And then he asked to speak to just Dean and Damien.
"You two are going to feud."
Dean smirked and Damien glowered with happiness. "Fine by me." Dean said as he stood and walked back out into the hallway, to Roman and Seth.
"So boys.. Looks like we're gonna be in a stable together."
"Yeah."
"I can't wait to do this."
Once they were all back at the hotel, Dean found the hotel bar, and proceeded to get completely and totally drunk. He didn't want to feel, he didn't want to think, he was sick of seeing her every time he closed his damn eyes.
He just wanted to be his character. Numb, ice cold and unfeeling. Not give a shit about anyone but himself. Life was better that way, and it'd been going great until the night he crossed paths with her again.
Little did he realize that everything was about to completely turn around, and do a 180, because in giving her the letters, and adding to that one he never mailed, he'd shown a side of himself that Ember thought was gone, completely lost to her.
And things were only going to get even more complicated from here...
