Her body started aching, that's what made Sam's mind slip from dream land, to being semi awake. The pain was radiating from her neck, down across her shoulders, down her arms, making her hands tingle. Her entire right side was numb for some reason.
She honestly didn't care. She was so knocked out she would have slept through it, but there was this loud noise right by her ear. It was too loud and made her head buzz. She tried to produce a sound much like a groan, but found her throat was too dry to make that noise, instead it came out like a gurgling sound.
She attempted to move, readjust so her body would stop aching and so that that loud, annoying noise would go the fuck away and she could sleep.
She started to move, and this time did let out a groan at the feeling of blood rushing to her head and causing a dull throb. She kept moving, or at least tried, but found that something was weighing her down, anchoring her to that one position.
What was going on?
She grunted and opened her eyes, squinting at the bright light and turning her head away from it. Jesus.
She knew what was happening now.
She had a freaking hang over, that's what was happening. She had a hangover, meaning she drank, and meaning the thing weighting her down, could very well be a person. The key question is who was it?
She strained to look up, but there was a sudden pain in her neck, and she instead face planted the pillow. It was a very soft pillow, and it spelt good, so she was assuming the guy wasn't a complete sleezeball.
As she laid there and attempted to go back to sleep, last nights events started to sink in, and she remembered who was on top of her.
Yeah. Sleezeball.
Dean Ambrose.
Deciding it was too early to deal with this shit, she closed her eyes and let it go. She would deal with it later.
xXx
He faintly heard grumbling, and felt his pillow move, and all he did was tighten his grip on it and nuzzle his face further into it. He inhaled the sweet smell of a vanilla and curled himself more onto the soft pillow. Since when did these hotel pillows get so soft.
Grumbling started again, and he frowned, but kept his eyes shut as he struggled to get comfortable once more. He had actually been sleeping peacefully for once, and he wanted to get back to that, but that damn grumbling.
He stopped moving, and the grumbling stopped, and he relaxed, lifting his hand and setting it next to his head, only to get it tangled in something.
His eyes opened and he look down at her hand to find it tangled in long black hair. He pushed himself further back to look down, and found that his soft pillow, happened to be a chick. Not just any chick.
Sam.
It appeared most of their cloths were on. All the important stuff. Her pants were off, and she was down to underwear and a tank top on, and he was down to his boxers, but they were dressed. That was good enough, right?
Good enough he could go back to sleep? Right?
He moved off her, so inside of lying half on top of her, he laid beside her, but still fairly close, and he would later tell himself, when he looked back at this moment, that it was just because he was too lazy to move, that he too, had a hangover. When in reality, he was perfectly fine.
He would never admit that he made sure when he moved that he wasn't too far away so he could still inhale to smell of vanilla, and so that her softness still pressed into his side.
Yeah.
He was too damn tired to move further. That's what it was.
xXx
"Mother fucker!" Dean snarled, rolling over and burrowing his head into his pillow. Actual pillow. Not the vanilla scented one next to him.
The banging continued, and Dean just tried to burrow his head further into the pillow to get away, but dammit, these pillows were too damn thin, he could still hear that stupid pounding.
Pound. Pound. Pound.
Dean assumed that after a while, whoever it was, would go away. They would get the hint when no one made noise or approached the door, wouldn't they? Right? Any sensible person would simply give up after a few minutes and move on with their life. But no.
Of course the most stubborn person would be at his door this fucking early knocking like a jackass. Dean promised that when he answered that door, the first thing he would do was punch whoever it was in the face and then come back to lie down.
He growled while he threw the blankets aside and launched out of bed and towards the door, his walk with a purpose. It was too early to deal with this shit, and he personally thought it was too early to be punching people, but dammit, it had to be done.
"You mother fucking asshole," Dean snarled before he even opened the door. "Can't you take a fucking hint?"
He threw open the door and found himself faced to face with his brothers, and the sneer on his face disappeared for a second, but quickly returned even meaner.
"What is your problem?" He growled.
"What's your problem?" Roman asked with raised eyebrows.
"I wasn't the one pounding at someone's door this early," Dean said.
"It's 12 dude," Roman said.
"And past the time we were suppose to work out," Seth added, pushing through Dean and in his room, Roman closely following. Dean's mind was still slightly fuzzy, to the point where he didn't realize what was happening until it was too late and Seth was saying something.
"Dude?" Seth asked, and Dean stepped in the room, eyes moving from Seth to Sam, who Dean seriously doubted Seth knew it was her. If he did, he was acting way too calm.
This wasn't going to be good.
"Can you guys give me a minute?" Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. He had to get Seth out of here before he realized who it was. That would just be asking for trouble, and he didn't want to piss Seth off or have him flipping shit over nothing.
Dean knew he would deserve it, he knew Seth's feelings on her and yet she was laying half dressed in his bed, he was just hoping to avoid all of it.
"She looks hot," Seth grinned, trying to check the girl out.
"Give me a minute," Dean repeated, but it seemed it was just rolling off Seth's shoulders, and it seemed Sam heard it all too well because she started moving.
"Oh shit," Dean muttered, earning a look from Roman, and Seth's grin turned into a full blown frown. "Goddammit."
"Dean?" Seth frowned, glancing at his friend. "Who is that?"
"Shit dude," Dean said, scratching the back of his neck.
The girl in the bed started moving, draw attention to her and away from Seth's question, which was soon answered.
Sam heard noises, loud noises, and it drew her out of her sleep and wide awake. Kind of. She was awake enough to move and know it was no use trying to get more sleep, but she wasn't awake enough to actually hear what was happening and knowing what the hell she was about to get herself into. If she did, she sure would never have turned around, or made her presence known.
But she didn't, so she turned on her back, and pressed a hand to her temple, just to rub away some of the pain, when an angry voice only caused more.
"What the hell is this?"
Shit. She recognized that voice. She lifted her head up a little to find Seth glaring at Dean, and Roman who was looking between the two of them.
What the hell was this?
She slowly sat up, bringing her knees closer to her chest and scrubbing at her face as a wave of dizziness overcame here and almost made her fall back on the bed, but Seth's angry voice kept her up.
"Dude, calm down," Dean started.
"Calm down?" Seth asked. "You want me to calm down after I find her in your bed? What happened to you not fucking with ring rats Dean?"
"Seth- "
Seth's eyes turned to hers and met hers, and she immediately felt ill. She hadn't seen this much anger in his eyes in a while and when she did get to see him this angry, it certainly wasn't directed towards her.
"You couldn't resist, could you?" Seth asked. "You couldn't resist fucking one of my brothers? Fucking with my partner? Are you that much of a bitch that you can't let me be and let me be happy once, or are you just that much of a slut you can't keep your damn legs closed?"
"Seth," Roman said.
"You won't be happy until you fuck my life up completely, huh?" Seth asked.
"Let's not be so dramatic Seth," Sam growled, rubbing her eyes, attempting to put on her strong voice, and face. Screw him, she thought, but deep down she knew it wasn't enough. She needed more time to put those walls up, time she knew she didn't have.
She had to get out of here.
She slid to the edge of the bed and looked around for her cloths, finding them close to the bed, but enough where she couldn't just lean over. Of course.
"Oh, am I being to dramatic for little drama queen?"
"Seth man, chill dude," Dean said.
"So now you're defending her?" Seth yelled, turning to look at Dean.
Sam took that opportunity to grab her jeans and shimmer in them, hoping she didn't get caught, but as she was buttoning and zipping, she felt someone looking at her, and she glanced up to find Roman's eyes on her.
They weren't judging, they weren't checking her out, what were they doing? It almost seemed like they were trying to sympathize her situation, which was stupid. He was supposed to hate her and be upset with the fact that she fucked with his brothers. Both brothers for that matter.
She hadn't realized had stopped and was looking back until Seth started yelling at her again.
"For fucks sake, his got a fiancé and kid, don't even try and fuck with him."
Sam glanced at Seth, and sure enough fire was there, and it seemed to get brighter, hotter as the seconds pass buy.
"Believe it or not Seth, I don't want to fuck every man walking," Sam said, finishing putting on her shoes and working on buttoning her jeans and looking around for her buttoned up shirt and jacket.
"Why do you even bother lying to yourself? I knew it, Corey knows it, all of the guys back at Ring of Honor knew it, hell even your dad knew it."
Sam completely froze from buttoning her shirt, and looked at Seth, eyes wide and jaw slacked. She couldn't believe he just brought that up. Brought him up. "Don't," She whispered, fist clenching shut around her shirt.
"He knew you were a slut that couldn't keep her damn legs shut and that's why he whored you out to all of his friends."
Air rushed out of the room, and it suddenly became hot and dry, like the sun itself was in that room with them. Everything seemed to become blissfully numb. Nothing hurt, no one was looking, no one was yelling or throwing hurtful remarks. Just numbness.
She supposed this was what it felt to feel nothing, but the human body and mind, it was a fickle thing. You could beat it up, hurt it, make it feel unimaginable pain, and it still kept ticking, it still kept functioning normally, even if you wanted to return to that nothingness.
She hadn't realized how hard she was clenching her fist until her knuckles started cramping.
"Seth!" Roman exclaimed.
"Dude," Dean barked.
She exhaled a shaky breath and unclenched her fist, her hands violently shaking. She tried to finish buttoning her shirt, but her hands were shaking to hard. She slowly lowered them and grabbed her jacket, not even trying to put in on.
"Jesus Christ dude," Dean said, but Sam hardly heard it as she brushed past Seth and Roman and towards the door. Dean went to grab at her, but she slid out of the way and opened his door, hurrying out.
Dean watched her walk away before turning and looking at Seth wide eyed. "What the fuck dude?"
"What were you thinking?" Roman asked.
Seth at least had the decency to look ashamed of himself, and he felt ashamed, but words like that couldn't be taken back, and they sure as hell couldn't be forgiven, and never forgotten.
xXx
She slowly washed the shampoos into her hair, rubbing it into her skull. She groaned at the feeling of her head getting a massage, her eyes sliding closed in pleasure. She really needed to stop wearing those damn ponytails to bed. After she was done apologizing to her head, she carefully rinsed out all the shampoo and started with her conditioner, not necessarily rubbing it in like she did with her shampoo, but made sure her hair was well conditioned. She learned that too much conditioner could ruin her hair.
After conditioner was out, and after washing her body's he turned off the water and wrapped one of the towels around her boy and stepping out into the main room, thinking about ordering something to eat and relaxing for the rest of the day.
One day without going to the gym wouldn't necessarily kill her, and besides, she could detox today, load her body with fluids to flush out her poor liver from all the alcohol as of lately. Hell, maybe she would even watch a movie that wasn't wrestling related.
Fat chance of that, but hey, miracles supposedly happens.
But apparently not for her, because sitting in her bed, waiting for her, was Corey Graves.
"Looks like I showed up at the right time," He grinned, checking her out.
"I want to be alone Corey," She sighed, heading over to her suitcase to pull out some sweats.
"No one wants to be alone," Corey said making a psh noise. "Besides, I left you alone for a couple days, I need my daily sugar fix."
"Than go somewhere else, cause I ain't your sugar mama," She said over her shoulder, straightening up and slipping on her sweats under her towel, making sure Corey wouldn't be able to see anything. She grabbed an old band t-shirt and planned on putting it on, but as she looked down, she realized it was an old shirt that Seth had gotten her for her birthday, she remembered that day so well.
It had been her first concert, something that blew Seth's mind since he had been going to concerts since he was a teenage, but she never had that luxury, so he wanted her first time to be amazing. All day they had been jamming out to all the bands songs, and Seth made her sing along, and it had been fun.
He had warned her that people got pumped up and crazy, to stick close and stay out of trouble and she would be fine. He also told her not to wear anything that she was in love with, because most likely beer would get on it by the end of the night. Or ash. Something would happen.
But right before they left, he told her he had a gift for her, something she couldn't go without.
"Seth," She muttered as he handed over her new band shirt, her first one.
"Can't go to a concert without the t shirt," He grinned. "Did I get you the right size?"
"Its perfect," She smiled up at him, and he grinned and pulled her into a hug. "How much do I owe you?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"You're already buying my ticket, I can't make you buy me everything."
"You aren't making me buy anything, I want too. Now put that on so we can go."
It was such a small gift, but it meant the world to her, and she had never forgotten it. They had a great time during that concert, and ever since they went all the time. Well, use to.
She set the t shirt back down and grabbed another. She let the towel drop and slid on the other shirt before turning to face Corey, who had stood up and was watching her.
"You okay?" He frowned.
"Yeah," she breathed, heading past him, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Sam?" He asked, touching her cheek, and she looked up into his soft, warm eyes, and she lost it.
A sob tore out of her throat before she could stop it, and she slapped a hand over her mouth and tried to turn away, but Corey wouldn't let go.
"Sammy," He said, sounding shocked, but she kept her eyes on the ground while her bodys hook with sobs, tears leaking out of her eyes. "Hun."
She tore her arm out of his grip and ran to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door before Corey could push his way in after her. She sank down to the floor with her shaky legs and leaned against the tub, shaking like a leaf. She buried her face in her hands and drew her knees to her chest, letting the tears fall in the safety of her shield.
She was faintly aware of yelling and pounding, but none of it phased her until the sound of a door banging against a wall caused her to flinch. She kept her face buried, but hands were now touching and she flinched away, but they persistent, and she felt herself being lifted and set in someone's lap.
"Shhh, I got you baby, I got you," Corey whispered, pressing kisses against Sam's head. "Let it all baby, that's it."
He honestly was surprised she held this in for so long. What happened to her was brutal, and she had her own way of dealing with it, but it seemed that wasn't cutting it. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't glad about this, because he was. She needed to let all this out, and in a way that didn't involve drinking every night, sleeping with random guys, and pushing everyone away.
He was looking forward to this new change in her.
xXx
"Hey Corey."
"Hey," Corey nodded, smiling and saying hello to the familiar faces he saw as he walked through Raw. He didn't stop. He had a purpose tonight, and no one was going to stop him.
He rounded the corner and came up to the familiar locker room that read The Shield next to it. He knocked and patiently waited, grinning when Dean opened the door.
"Hey man," He greeted, and they hugged.
"What's up man?" Deans said, stepping back and letting him in.
"Nothing much, looking for Seth," Corey said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Is he around?"
"Yeah, in the bathroom grooming his hair."
"Hey you asshole, I'm combing it, not grooming," Seth said, stepping out and glaring at Dean.
"What's the different?" Dean snorted.
"Just because I actually use a comb and not my fingers doesn't make me a chick," Seth said.
"Whatever you say."
Seth shot him a look before turning to look at Corey. "Whats up man?" He asked, coming over and they hugged it out.
"Not much, just stopped by to talk to you about something," He said coolly, rolling his shoulders back.
"Yeah?" Seth asked. "What's up man?"
"Something funny happened the other day," Corey said scratching the side of his head. "See, I uh, I was hanging with this friend of mine and I was told something that made me laugh, cause they told me something about you that was just completely ridiculous, something you would never do."
"What?" Seth frowned.
"Yeah, something about you bringing the past up and shit and using it to hurt someone," Corey continued. "And I started to defend you and say nah, my bro wouldn't do that, but than I stopped and I realized something. You would."
"What the fuck?" Dean muttered in the background, and Seth had a confused look on his face, but Corey wasn't about to stop.
"See, this friend of mine, really cool chick, a little misunderstood and for good reasons, she's the biggest bitch I know, but all that, all that is her trying to defend herself from assholes like you," Corey said, and it was like a light bulb went off in Seth's head and he immediately realized what Corey was talking about. Or who.
"Look Corey, I don't know what she said to you," Seth began.
"I don't give a damn Seth," Corey said, his voice starting to raise. "I don't give one damn about your excuses, or what supposedly went down, all I care about it hearing that you didn't bring up her dad and shove that in her face all while blaming it on her. Tell me that and I'll be fine, we'll be fine."
"I did say it Corey, but-" He never got to finish the sentence because Corey's fist was connecting with his face. Dean yelled out, but Corey kept throwing punch after punch at him. Seth was so shocked, and it happened so quick he couldn't even defend himself.
Corey got yanked off him by Dean who shoved him away and into the chest of Roman, who had just came in but examined the scene enough to know to grab Corey so he wouldn't go back after Seth, who Dean was helping up.
"You are an asshole," Corey growled. "How dare you bring that shit up? Did you ever even give a damn about her?"
"I was pissed and got heated, but yes, I did, but she was the bitch that pushed us all away," Seth snapped, cupping his bleeding mouth. "Jesus."
"And you never found that weird? You never stopped to find out why? Why our friend, our sister, suddenly changed over night and wanted nothing to do with us?" Corey asked.
"She pushed me away Corey!"
"She pushed me away too and I'm still by her side!" He yelled. "I'm still by her side because I love her and care about her, and no matter how hard she pushes, I'm sticking by her. And because I stuck by her and didn't let up, I found out why she did all of that shit, unlike you. You listened to her words instead of reading her face because she hurt you're feelings." Corey yanked himself out of Roman's grip and took a step towards Seth, and both Dean and Roman straightened up, thinking they would have to break up yet another fight between these two, which would most likely be a worst fight considering how angry both guys were, but Corey was done fighting, he was going to let his words do the talking. "I stuck by her side, and I found out what was really going on with Sam, and I found out some pretty interesting things. Like how that night she didn't come home and we all assumed she finally hooked up with that dude? That dude, who we all thought was a nice guy and even pushed him on her, he assaulted her."
The tension left Seth's body, and his anger was left by shock as he starred at his friend in confusion. "What?"
"So while you continue to call her a slut and a bitch because she decided she didn't want us in her life anymore, maybe you should think about what exactly you did, before thinking it was all her fault."
Corey brushed past Roman, and Seth watched him go, brows furrowed in confusion and mouth open in shock. Did he just here him right? Was his sister… was she…
Was she really assaulted?
Shout out to Khamani Noir for the follow, much appreciated! As always, I hope everyone enjoys, and any review would be much appreciated.
On a side note, there will not be an update this Thursday, I will be going out of town, but after that, everything will return to normal.
Thanks guys!
