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"You've never been to Philly before," Dean asks me as we are standing in line to get my first Philly cheese steak before we go to RAW.
"Never," I say with a smile as he holds my hand. "I've been to Pittsburgh and Harrisburg but never Philly."
"Oh, Azzy," he says, "I'm glad you came with me," he says before he orders our cheese steaks. "What have you thought about it so far?"
"It's an educational city," I say. "I liked seeing the liberty bell. I remember learning about it in school. They rang the bell so much when they got their freedom it put a crack in the bell."
"There is a lot of history here," he says with a smile. "But if you come to Philly you never leave without having a cheese steak."
"I see that," I say as I look at people gathered around eating their cheese steaks.
"You aren't a vegetarian right?"
"Of course not," I say with a smile. "I like to eat meat."
"Okay," he says with a smile. "You look beautiful today."
"Thank-you," I say with a smile but I don't feel so beautiful. I am craving to shoot up again. I need to shoot up. I have been doing it over the weekend when Dean isn't around but I haven't gotten a chance to do anything and it's killing me. It's driving me nuts. The pain of withdraw is a bitch and it has me irritable and impatient. I am doing my best with Dean. "So what's this wrestling thing about?" I ask. "I never saw it before and I have never been to a show. Do you just beat each other up?"
"Pretty much," he says, "but there are storylines and stuff. Like right now I am in a storyline with one of my former group members because he turned his back on us."
"Oh," I say, "I don't know what you're talking about. Does it get wild in the arena?" I ask as the man hands Dean our cheese steaks. They look mouth-watering as we make our way to an empty table. The cheese on them looks amazing and the smell of the steak makes my stomach growl. I'm starving. I have been for the last couple days.
"It can get pretty wild especially here in Philly," he says, "this is one of the best wrestling crowds. A few months ago when we were here for the Royal Rumble they pretty much almost tore the building down they were so upset over the outcome of the Rumble. I was pretty sure they were going to riot when they were stopping us from leaving."
"Wow," I say. "That's crazy," I say as he hands me my sandwich. "This looks really good. It looks like a heart attack but it looks really good."
"They are the best ones in Philly," he says, "my friends and I tried it out. This place won it hands down. They're greasy and they're bad for your heart but they are delicious. Try it," he says with a smile
"Okay," I say as I pick up the sandwich as the grease falls from the steak on the roll and seeps through it. I bite into it and instant satisfaction. It's a mixture of greasy, cheesy and meaty goodness with onions on it for good measure. I'm in Heaven as I eat it. "Mmm," I say as I chew it. "This is really good."
"See?" he asks with a smile before taking a bite of his own sandwich. "It's probably not good for you but it's delicious."
"I know that's right," I say with a smile. "So you like what you do?"
"I love what I do, Azzy, this business saved my life. Everyone is talking about how wrestling owes them something and they deserve to have the championship. I have a different attitude I can't thank the business enough for saving my life. It saved me from falling back into drugs after I got out of rehab. I started working out and getting into the business. It saved me from destruction and I can't thank it enough. I love what I do. I am in it for the wild ride."
"That's good," I say, "I wish I could find something that I love as much. I love writing but I'm not good at it. I can barely spell correctly."
"But your words are so beautiful it doesn't matter if they are spelled right or not. What you're saying in your writing is beautiful and it comes from your heart."
"Thanks," I say.
"So when do you want to start your GED classes. I found a class for you."
"You did?"
"Yeah," he says with a smile. "It's every Wednesday night from 5pm-9pm it runs for 6 weeks. You would learn everything you need to take your GED and then after that you can think about colleges you want to go to."
"I am poor I don't have money for a GED class or the money to go to college."
"I can help you with that. There is also financial aid most colleges offer as a way to help students that can't afford college but not all college students have a rich boyfriend that can pay all 4 years of college for you."
"You're going to pay for me to go to college?" I ask
"Yeah and I am paying for your GED class too. I just want to see you succeed. I know how hard it is to be a recovering addict and trying to get back on your feet."
"It is hard," I say. "I don't know how you did it for 10 years."
"It takes a lot of strength. It's not easy though."
"I know it's not," I say. "So when does my GED class start?"
"It starts after the new year," he says. "The first Wednesday after New Year's, it will provide you with everything you need to know for your test."
"Okay," I say, "did you ever go for your GED?"
"No," he says, "I wish that I had but I didn't. I might think about going for it because wrestling isn't going to last forever. Everything could be over tomorrow and I wouldn't have anything to fall back on."
"We should do this together," I say with a smile. "You and me should take the class together."
"I wish," he says, "but Wednesday nights are when I will be working with my new group."
"I can't believe you gave the group up."
"I had to, Azzy, the members were right it wasn't fair that you and I are involved while I am the leader of the group. It's not that I wanted to do but it's something I had to do. It's probably better for us this way because I don't want you to hold back in group because you're worried about how I might feel about you because there may be some things you're not comfortable with telling me about. I understand that. I know who is taking over the group and I think you'll like her. She's very nice she is a recovering addict too and her background is pretty similar to yours. She was pumped with drugs and put out on the streets to work for drug dealers and pimps. You two can really relate."
"But I don't want her in charge of the group," I say. "I want you to be in charge."
"I know but this is better for both of us."
"I guess," I say.
"Don't be sad about it now we don't have to hide our relationship out of fear of someone finding out and I can show you off to the world now."
"I don't want to be shown off to the world," I say. That's the only thing that bothers me about Dean and that's his fame with the fans. I don't want people looking at me and digging up my skeletons and I don't want to be put in a glass house for everyone to see. I like my privacy.
"And if you don't want to be you don't have to be," he says with a smile. "It's about us and not them," he says with a smile before he kisses me softly. "Too much onions?"
"Yeah," I say as we laugh together. I love his laugh. I love his smile it is the cutest thing I have ever seen.
"So I'm going to be talking to my lawyer in a couple days," he says.
"For what?" I ask.
"I'm going to get my visitation and my rights to McKenna as her father. I have missed too much of her life and I'm not missing anymore so I am going to talk to him to see what I can do especially since she lives in another state."
"Where does she live?" I ask.
"This is the tricky part," he says, "she's part Native American and she lives in South Dakota on a reservation. Because she has that Native American in her I may not be able to have full custody of her but I'm going to try to get some type of custody. It's not fair that her mom kept her from me all these years."
"No it's not and I'm glad you're going to get some type of visitation with her. I think you'll be a great dad. She deserves you in her life. Even if you can't get full custody of her you should be able to get some type of custody."
"I'm not trying to get full custody. I'm not ready for all that and neither is she. I'm just talking some visits here and there. You know what I mean. I need a chance to get to know her and she needs a chance to get to know me. I don't want it to be awkward. We need to do this slowly. I'm talking about going to South Dakota to visit her a couple times a month. I'm not trying to take her away from the life that she knows. I just want her to know her dad and I want to know my daughter. I just want to be in her life then maybe we'll talk about her coming to Ohio to stay at my house."
"I understand what you're saying," I say. "I hope it all works out. I'm in your corner."
"I know, Baby," he says with a smile. "Thank-you."
"You're welcome," I say with a smile as we finish our cheese steaks before we spend some more time sightseeing Philadelphia and enjoying our time together as a couple. We don't really go out on many dates or spend this type of time together but I like it. I love spending time with Dean. There's just something about him that I can't get enough of.
When we arrive at the arena I am taken back by the crowd of people waiting to meet Dean it's incredible. I didn't know he had that many fans. It's also very overwhelming to hear people yelling and screaming for him. Dean politely stops and let's go of my hand to sign a few autographs and pose for a few pictures before he takes my hand and we walk into the arena. He shows security my wristband as soon as we enter the arena and they let me through. "Is it always like that?"
"Pretty much," he says with a smile as our fingers are intertwined as we walk together. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I say. "It's all just a bit overwhelming. I never expected to be dating a wrestler or dealing with that kind of thing."
"Yeah it is pretty overwhelming at first but you get used to it. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to be that wild when we got here."
"It's okay," I say as we make our way to his locker room. "So you just do what now?"
"I usually change into my wrestling gear and then hit catering for something to eat before the show. I usually hang out with my two best friends."
"That's cool," I say with a smile. "Do you know what you're doing tonight?"
"I'm cutting a promo on Seth and then I have a match against Kane so it should be a fun night."
"I don't even know who you're talking about," I say with a smile, "but okay."
"I'm going to need to brush you up on your WWE information and superstars after all," he says as he stops in front of me as he wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck. "You can date one of the top guys in WWE and have no knowledge about the business."
"Okay," I say with a smile. "You can teach me anything you want me to know."
"Sounds like a plan," he says before he kisses my lips softly. "We should start it off by introducing you to my two best friends."
"Okay," I say with a smile. We walk into his locker room to drop off his bags and for him to change into his wrestling gear which is no different than his normal street clothes just a pair of jeans, a wife beater and a leather jacket.
He takes my hand as we walk out of his locker room. "You'll like Roman and Seth they are good people," he says. "They're my best friends. We were in developmental together and we came into this business together. We spent a good time of our careers traveling together. I still travel with Roman he is my brother."
"That's cool," I say with a smile as we make our way down the long hallway to find his friends. I'm anxious to meet his friends. He doesn't really hang out with anyone back home except for me so I have never really seen him in a friend's setting. He always seemed like a loner to me, someone that wants to be left alone. It's good to know he has two good friends to work with and hang out with.
We walk into catering and Dean waves to two men sitting at a table eating. "Are you hungry?"
"No, I'm all right," I say.
"Okay," he says as we make our way over to the table. There are two men sitting at the table one with dark hair pulled up into a low bun and he isn't too bad looking. He is smoking hot for sure. He has nice blue eyes that I am pretty sure are contacts and these really nice lips. He is a hot one for sure. The other guy is okay looking but not better looking than Dean or his friend. He has a little bit of blonde in his messy ponytail and facial hair with dark brown eyes. "Roman and Seth, I want you two to meet my girlfriend Azzy."
"Azzy," says the really hot guy in a deep voice before he stands up taking me by surprise with how large he is and how tall he is. He puts his hand out for me to shake and I nervously shake it. "I'm Roman. Dean has told me so much about you. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," I say with a smile but I'm still nervous.
"And I'm Seth," says the other one as he stands up to shake my hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I say with a smile.
"Have a seat," says Roman as he pulls a chair out for me next to him to sit down. I take a seat next to him as Dean takes a seat next to me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders as he strokes my shoulder softly as he holds my hand under the table, intertwining our fingers and stroking my knuckles softly with his thumb. "So how long have you and Dean been dating?" he asks.
"Almost two months," I say with a smile.
"That's good so what do you think of traveling with him so far?"
"It's definitely different," I say. "I used to travel a lot too but not like this. It's been fun to get these extra couple days in with Dean."
"I bet," he says, "dating someone that isn't in the business is hard just like I'm sure dating someone that is in the business is hard because you don't get that much time together."
"No not at all but I'm happy the couple days I do get with Dean. They're my favorite days of the week."
"Do you watch the product?"
"Not really," I say, "I don't really watch TV. I haven't watched TV most of my life but I should probably check it out."
"I think you'll like it," says Roman with a smile. "Dean tells us you're part of his group."
"I was," I say, "but he doesn't run the group anymore. It was a conflict of interest," I say.
"I can see that," says Roman. "I have to say that I have never seen Dean as happy as I have seen him with you. Don't hurt him," he says, "he loves you."
"I would never hurt him," I say. " I love him too much to hurt him."
"That's good to hear so are you watching the show back here or are you going to the audience."
"Audience," I say. "Dean got me a ticket."
"You're going to have fun. It's going to be an electric crowd tonight. This is Philadelphia they hate me here but they love Dean."
"I can't wait to be out in the crowd to watch my man do his thing," I say with a smile.
"I can't wait to do my thing for you," says Dean with a smile before he kisses my lips softly. "I love you."
"I love you too," I say with a smile before I kiss his lips again.
"Get a room," says Seth jokingly as we break the kiss.
"Shut up," says Dean before he kisses me once more before we go back to talking to Seth and Roman. I like them especially Roman. He's funny and I can tell he really cares about Dean. I like that but he let me know that I better not hurt Dean. I don't think I would ever be capable of hurting him, not purposely anyway.
The night is amazing and I have never had as much fun as I did watching the show that night. I never cheered as loud as I did tonight for anyone in my life. It was great to be able to be front row to watch Dean in action. It was like nothing I ever experienced before and I would love to experience it again. When the show is over security escorts me to the back and I meet Dean in his locker room. I wait as he showers before we head out to get something to eat. He wanted to go out with Roman and Seth but since I'm not 21 I can't go to the bar but I felt bad for him so I sent him out with Roman and Seth telling him I would be all right hanging out in the hotel alone for a little bit. I want him to have fun besides we were together all day so he deserves to have some time with his friends. While Dean is out with Roman and Seth I get into my suitcase and dig deep into it and pull out my needle, my heroin and a spoon. I have been waiting for this time alone so I can get my fix. I need my fix. I can't help it. I have tried to stop but I can't stop. I prepare my needle and breathe relief as I pump this crazy drug into my system. I feel my dependency on it forming and my need to have it to get through the day. It is probably the only drug that you do and you're instantly hooked. I shoot up a couple more times before I dispose of all my evidence and hide everything. I lay down to watch TV and wait for Dean to get home. There is just something about heroin and me that makes me crave sex after. I practically attack Dean when he comes into the door and we have a long night of rough sex together, enjoying each and every moment of it before we fall asleep in each other's arms.
*A/N: Were you surprised that Azzy went with Dean on the road? What did you think of him offering to pay for her GED class as well as her college? Do you think that's a good idea or a bad idea? What do you think about Dean giving up the group and giving it to someone else? Is he right that Azzy could be holding back because she is scared of what he would think of her? Do you think Roman and SEth like Azzy? What do you think of Azzy sending Dean out with his friends so she could get her fix? Do you think she has reached the point of addiction again? How do you think things are going to go with Dean trying to get visitation with McKenna? Could Azzy's behavior cause some issue with his argument? Please review and thank-you for reading.