Hi, everyone.

Welcome back to Good For You. I'm posting this chapter during the US Grand Prix, so I'm hoping for a Lewis Hamilton win. Being British, I need to cheer on my home boy! I need some happiness after the sadness this story has given us all these last few chapters!

There's so much angst and drama going on right now! It's crazy! Sadly this chapter doesn't do anything to ease that, though we finally get a bit of fluff near the end. Ellie is just going through a bit of a rough time right now. But don't worry, all will end up right in the end. Also, please bare in mind I had the new Adele song on repeat whilst I wrote this; it definitely put me in an emotional mood!

Tantoune – All in good time. We have to go through the drama in order to get the happy ending we all want.

Sebastianm101 – Seth is certainly putting the pieces together and more clues are coming to light. He'll definitely need the back up of his brothers eventually.

Dutchangel1979 – I don't mind your impatience. It just tells me you're invested in the story.

Lilygirl95 – The big reveal is one chapter I am beyond excited and eager to write. It'll be along soon enough

BeckyLynch'sTheme – He's Seth, whatever he does will be right by Ellie. He'll do what he needs to in order to keep her safe

Paisley2 – Ellie is in a dark place right now, and all she knows is Randy's dark side, so her thoughts aren't straight or rational. She just wants her own safety and safety of those around her

Guest – As asked for, here's your update!

MsConCon - We all know what a good guy Seth is, and we can clearly see how much he cares for her. Obviously he is not going to see what has happened and do nothing about it. She needs someone fighting for her, and Seth is just what she needs. It's just how long will it take for Ellie to realise that herself. We all know it but she is so blinded by Randy that it's hard for her to see a happy ending. Just keep reading ;)

This chapter is named after 'I'll Be There For You' by The Rembrandts

Ellie Chapman's Point Of View

"I'm going out," said Randy a few nights later. We'd moved on from New York, settling in Chicago ready for Raw in a few days.

"Huh?" I said, looking up from my book. I was sitting comfortably on our bed in the hotel room, my knees brought up to my chest as I read.

"I said, I'm going out," he replied. "Some friends are in town, we're going out for drinks."

"Oh…" I said. "Like a boy's night?"

He shrugged. "Kinda. Some of their girlfriends might be coming too. Not sure."

My shoulders dropped, wondering why he hadn't invited me considering other girlfriends were going. "Oh, okay…" I said sadly. "What time will you be back?"

"Not sure. Midnight-ish, maybe," he said, putting his jacket on. "Don't wait up for me."

"Alright," I said as he grabbed his wallet and room key. "Have fun. And I love you."

"See you later," was all he said as he walked out the door, shutting it firmly behind him.

I sighed, that familiar stinging building behind my eyes, telling me that tears were about to fall. I bit my lip, putting my book down, suddenly feeling rather uninterested in the words on the page. I rested my forehead on my knees, squeezing my eyes closed as the tears threatened to spill forward, not wanting to let them out. My hands clenched into frustrated fists, my nails digging agonizingly into my palm, the pain on my skin helping to release some of the pain that was building inside.

Randy was still distant, he was still angry and ignorant to my presence half the time. He had not forgiven my lies and my broken promise to stay away from Seth and The Shield. The marks on my neck had since faded, but the marks in my heart and soul remained, my smile gone completely.

He'd never been like this around me before, he'd never hated me so much or been so angry. He'd hardly touched me and he barely spoke to me. He only looked at me if I got in his way, the distance between us massive.

I'd really done it this time, and now I was paying for what I'd done.

My boyfriend hated me and I didn't know how to fix it.

The tears finally spilt down my face, soaking the jeans on my legs and the quilt below me, my shoulders shaking as sobs wracked my body. He was going out without me, he was hurting me, he was leaving without consulting me… he wouldn't even say he loved me.

My heart was breaking into a thousand pieces and I didn't know how to put it back together.

I wanted to make it better, I wanted to make it up to him, but I didn't know what to do. His anger and rage was so strong that he wouldn't let me in to fix the problem I'd made. He was pushing me out constantly and no amount of apologies and love were going to push past the barriers he'd put up.

I felt so lost… I felt so lonely… and the one person I wanted to go to to talk about it all and confide in was unavailable to me. Randy had put a firm stop to seeing that person, but he was who I wanted the most in that moment.

I yearned for Seth. I couldn't explain it, but I longed for his companionship, for his friendship, to have him near me to tell me it was going to me okay and flash me that smile that always made me feel better. I ached for his calming presence, to talk to him and be in his happy company. Things were always good in Seth's company. The world was happy and warm, like nothing could go wrong.

But I'd pushed him away. The threat of Randy hurting me again meant I'd had to distance myself from Seth to the point where I didn't think a reconciliation would ever be possible.

I'd seen the heartbreak on his face when I'd told him I didn't want to be his friend anymore. I'd seen the hurt in his eyes at the sound of my harsh words, and the way I'd simply walked out on him without looking back was the nail in the coffin. I hadn't seen him since and I knew he'd never want to see me again. Why would he after how I'd treated him?

It was this that made the whole thing worse. He was the one person who could make me feel so much better about Randy, but he was the one person I couldn't get to.

When I'd started in WWE I'd had two men by my side. And now I had none.

I had no one.

And it killed me.

I took a deep breath, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard of the bed, wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my t-shirt. I gazed around the big empty hotel room, knowing I'd spent most of the week in here by myself, Randy either out or at the gym. Call it cabin fever or call it loneliness, but I could no longer spend time by myself. I was sick of the isolation, I was sick of the lack of contact, and I knew I needed company.

I didn't care if they didn't talk to me or even look at me, I just wanted to be in the company of another person who wouldn't treat me like an enigma or like I was dirt of the bottom of their shoe. I'd had that from Randy all week and it was eating me up inside.

So I reached over and grabbed my phone from my bedside table, sending out a text to Renee. She was the only friend I'd managed to make at work, Randy's threatening tactics making me afraid to approach anyone else in case he didn't approve of them.

Hey, Renee. You free tonight for drinks or something? Xx

I put my phone down, grabbing a tissue and wiping the makeup that had no doubt run down my face from my crying. I was probably sporting a pair of panda eyes thanks to some running mascara, something that was affirmed by the black marks on my tissue. I walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, cleaning myself up properly, a noise coming from my phone to indicate I'd had a reply.

I rushed from the bathroom and went to read the message.

Hey, Ellie. Dean and I are out for dinner tonight. Sorry :( But I know Seth is free if you want to ask him. Xx

I let out a slow and deep breath as I read her message a few times. She clearly knew nothing about mine and Seth's argument before Smackdown and I mentally thanked Seth for keeping our business private from anyone who wasn't involved.

I read the text message again, biting my lip, wondering if I should take her advice.

You can't, Ellie. He'll kill you.

I shook my head, quickly realising the idea of me hanging out with Seth was preposterous. My subconscious was right, Randy would kill me if he knew I'd gone against his wishes again. The whole reason I'd ended the friendship with Seth was over the fear of Randy knowing anything else had happened.

I couldn't see him.

I just couldn't…

Or could I?

As I looked round the hotel room again, I knew deep down that I couldn't spend another night by myself, lost and alone with my thoughts, letting each one eat away at me. I needed the presence of another human being, I was desperate for it. Renee was busy, Randy was out. So who was left?

Seth. That's who was left.

It was a big risk, it was a cataclysmic risk… but Randy was not here. He was gone for the night and I was here by myself. As long as I could get back to the room before he made his return, then maybe this was a plan I could get away with.

There was no guarantee that Seth would even see me! He could very well close the door in my face for all I knew.

But I wouldn't know unless I tried.

I closed my eyes, hoping I was making the best decision, opening them quickly and typing a response to Renee.

Okay. What room is he in? xx

She replied within seconds.

Room 206 xxx

So, with my decision set in stone, I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned my face and did my hair, soon changing and leaving to go to room 206.

xXx

I'd never been so nervous in all my life as I reached the second floor of the hotel and walked down the green mile that was the corridor that led to room 206.

My heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest as scenarios played out in my head. Ones where he let me straight into his room without issue, ones where we argued, ones where he ignored me and slammed the door in my face. I prayed with all my heart that I'd get the first one, but I honestly didn't know what to expect.

I'd been so hot and cold with Seth during our friendship that I was surprised he still gave a damn. I felt like I was constantly building him up to let him down and I had to give the guys props for still giving a shit. But after the last time we'd spoken, I had to wonder if I'd pushed the guy too far and whether he'd want to see me.

I had to rely on Seth's kind side here and hope that he'd receive my visit well.

I swallowed hard as his room came into view, my feet standing stock still once I reached it. I stood there silently for a few minutes, trying to build up the confidence to even knock. I was scared, I truly was.

I'd already had enough rejection from Randy, I didn't think I'd cope if I had rejection from Seth too.

But I knew I'd been there long enough, so with shaking hands, I softly knocked the door.

With that simple movement I'd shown that I was playing with fire. I just hoped i'd made the right decision.

I heard movement from the other side of the wooden structure, footsteps getting nearer to it. The handle finally turned and the door opened.

Seth's face was a picture, a mixture of shock and surprise with an underlying glint of happiness.

"Ellie…" he said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't… What the hell are you doing here?"

I somehow managed to find my voice. "I know after how we left things before Smackdown that I'm the last person you expect to see right now."

He let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, I have to agree with you there."

"And I know it's wrong for me to come to you after how I spoke to you and how I treated you," I said. "But I was wondering if you wanted a little company."

He looked at me sceptically and I couldn't blame him. "You told me we couldn't be friends… You told me to stay away."

I nodded, trying to fight away any sadness in my heart. "I know I did, Seth. Which is why I completely understand if you want to turn me away and slam the door in my face. But I could really use a friend right now."

He looked at me for a few moments before letting out a sigh and stepping aside to let me in. "Course I'm not gonna slam the door in your face. You know you're welcome here any time you like."

"Thank you," I said, smiling weakly at him, taking tentative steps into the room. He closed the door behind me. "You're too good for me to deserve this right now."

"Yeah, I always get told I'm too nice a guy," he said, stepping past me and heading to the kitchen area. "Drink?"

"Water, please," I said, standing by the door awkwardly.

"I'm surprised you're here," he said as he poured me a glass of water. "Did that boyfriend of yours finally come to his senses and let you out of that cage he seems to keep you in?"

He words made me wince but they made total sense. "He doesn't know I'm here," I replied.

He looked over at me. "Then should you really be here right now?" he asked with concern. "I saw the marks on your neck, Ellie. I don't want you getting hurt again."

"It's my problem to deal with, not yours," I said as he handed me my drink. "He's out for the night, I'll be back in my room before he's home."

He looked at me with a sadness in his eyes before shaking his head. "I fucking hate this."

"Hate what?" I asked.

"This," he said, gesturing his hand in my direction. "What he's turned you into. When I met you, you were a ball of light, a girl who never had a smile off her lips. You were so happy and carefree. And now you're timid, you're quiet, you're sneaking out and getting home before the bastard beats you again. And that's what he does, Ellie. He beats you. The coward has laid his hands on you and turned you into a shadow of the girl I used to know. I fucking hate it."

I listened to every word he said, taking each one in and turning it over in my brain.

He was right. He was completely and utterly right.

Randy had broken my spirit. No matter which way I looked at it, he'd laid his hands on me and turned me into a shell of a person, one who had hardly any friends and was confide to her room whilst he went off and did whatever he wanted. I wasn't myself, I hadn't been myself for weeks. And it was horrible to see.

Tears spilt silently down my cheeks as Seth spoke, his words ringing so true.

"I know…" I whispered, as my shoulders gently shook with sobs.

"Oh shit," he said, quickly rushing over to me, taking the glass from my hands, putting it down and wrapping me up in his big warm arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

He rubbed my back as I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him for my life, my tears soaking his t-shirt. He held me so tightly and so lovingly that I knew regardless of whether Randy found out I was here or not, coming and seeing Seth was the right decision to make. He was giving me the comfort I needed, he was showing me the affection I craved, and even though his words fucking hurt, I knew Seth himself would never hurt me.

Here, I wouldn't be ignored, I would actually be spoken to and acknowledged. I'd be treated like an equal rather than a subordinate. Yes, I'd make sure I'd get back before Randy come home, but for the few hours I was here, I could be the old Ellie again.

"It's fine," I said, pulling back, wiping away my tears. "I understand why you said what you did."

He brushed my hair from my face, looking me over, his brown eyes looking at me with such care and adoration. "I wish you'd tell me who this guy is, Ellie," he said. "If I knew then I could protect you. He wouldn't hurt you any more."

No, but he'd hurt you…

"I can't," I said. "Honestly, I can handle it. It's not your problem to deal with."

His jaw tensed in frustration. "Ellie, please. Don't push me out."

"Honestly, Seth," I said, looking up at him with a weak smile. "Just keep me company tonight, huh? That would mean more to me."

He didn't seem pleased by my lack of answers, but he accepted my request regardless, guiding me over to the sofa and switching on the TV.

"I think we need a movie, what do you say?" he asked.

"Sure," I nodded, relaxing into the sofa.

"And considering what just happened, I'm gonna suggest a comedy to cheer ourselves up."

I laughed lightly. "I can agree to that."

So we flicked through the list of films the hotel had on offer, finally settling on Stepbrothers. It was one of my favourite comedy films and it turned out Seth loved it too. So we put the film on and settled down to watch.

It was nice to finally have someone beside me. The isolation and solitude of being by myself was driving me crazy, so it was nice to have a friend to spend some time with. And to know that friend was Seth made it all that much better. With him letting me into his room and actually speaking to me after how I'd treated him let me know that he hadn't taken it to heart.

He wasn't ready to give up on our friendship and I definitely wasn't. I couldn't hurt him again, not after the kindness I'd been shown. I'd make the arrangement work. I'd make our friendship work.

I had to.

I found myself leaning into Seth as we watched the film, our natural closeness culminating in our shoulders touching. I smiled as it happened, happy to have human contact again. He must have sensed this too because in an instant he moved his arm and put it around me, pulling me closer and holding me to him.

My heart skipped a beat, the earthy scent of his aftershave filling my nostrils, the connection of his skin on mine creating a delicious electricity between us. I didn't know what it was, but being beside Seth like this felt like… home.

"Ellie?" he softly asked me, the sound of my name causing me to tare my eyes away from the film. I looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"I know you don't want to take about this boyfriend thing, and I know you aren't going to say anything about who or where he is."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "And I'm sorry about that."

"It's your business," he said. "But I can't sit back and do nothing knowing that he's… hurting you." The words were hard for him to say. "It kills me to know what's happening. And even though the marks on your neck are gone, my mind will never forget what they looked like. What I'm trying to say is… next he hurts you, says anything to you, puts you down… come to me. I've got your back okay? I may not be able to do anything directly, but I'm not gonna sit back and let him get away with this."

"Seth…" I said, looking up at him with such happiness.

"I've got your back, Ellie, no matter what he does. Whether we can stay friends or not, I'm always on your side and I'm always here if you need me. I can protect you, help you, keep you company, anything. Day or night."

I was almost about to start crying again at his kindness and dedication.

I stared at him, a genuinely happy and bright smile on my lips.

This was why I had to be Seth Rollins's friend. This was why I could never ever turn him away again. Because he was the greatest, sweetest, best person I'd ever met. There wasn't another person like him and I was never giving him up after a declaration like that.

I'd take a thousand threats and beatings from Randy before I turned my back on Seth and stopped whatever this was between us.

This thing that we had, it was for life.

Seth Rollins was in my life forever, and that's fucking well where he was staying.

"You are fucking amazing, you know that?" I said, laughing lightly.

"I've been told once or twice," he smirked as I threw my arms around him, his lips gently kissing my forehead.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Any time," he replied. "Consider me your own personal shield."

And I would. He was my shield, my protector, the one person I could rely on.

He was Seth Rollins and he was my friend… And that's exactly what he'd be, whether Randy liked it or not.

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