Jasmine's Point Of View
I heard a knock on the door, I looked up to the clock, it wasn't time for Brock to be here, who could it be? I headed to the door opening, I sighed when I saw Dean and Baron, standing in front of me. "What are you doing?" I shook my head.
"I wanted to come see, if you've seen the light yet." Dean shook his head, walking past me and into my room.
"Don't Dean, just don't." I sighed, shaking my head, turning around walking over to my suitcase, and putting the rest of my stuff, in the suitcase before, shutting it and zipping it up.
"I'm sorry, but I had to try." Dean shook his head.
"Look, I appreciate you wanting to help me, but I don't need your help." I shook my head, sitting down next to my suitcase.
"But I'm afraid you do, do you not remember what you told us last night?" Dean shook his head.
"Lesnar tried to kill you yesterday. He tried to throw you out of a moving bus, what part of that, makes you think you don't need help?" Baron looked dumbfounded.
"Brock wouldn't really do that, he's not a bad guy, he just gets angry, I know he loves me, and as long as I stay with him, I'll be fine." I shook my head.
"I honestly don't understand you, do you not realize how truly beautiful you are, you can have any man you want, but you chose Brock Lesnar, a married man, who treats you like shit, and beats you." Dean shook his head, rubbing temples.
I shook my head and looked down at my phone, it was a text message from Brock, he was telling me, he was about 10 minutes away, to get downstairs, so we could leave. "I've got to go, Brock's going to be here any minute, and I've got to check out still." I said, standing up, grabbing my suitcase.
"Here, let me grab this for you." Baron took it out of my hand.
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I checked out, and made my way outside, leaning against one of the pillars outside. I sighed when I saw Dean and Baron, were still outside, standing beside me. "Please, just go, I don't want to have to deal with Brock, when he sees you both out here." I shook my head.
"I'm making sure you are safe, I'm going to make sure Lesnar knows, he better watch his temper, because I'll be watching." Dean said crossing his arms over his chest.
"You don't need to, things are going to be find between us." I let out a very frustrated sigh.
"Too bad, I'm going to." Dean shrugged.
I felt my heart start to race, when I saw the bus pull into the parking lot, I took a deep breath as it pulled up, the door opening. I saw Brock step off the bus, and his eyes went straight to Dean and Baron. He just kept looking between Dean and Baron, and both boy's had their eyes set on Brock, glaring a hole through him.
Oh god, I feel like I'm going to pass out!
Someone say something!
"What are you two doing here?" Brock growled.
"Making sure Jasmine made it to you safe, and we are going to make sure she stays that way after also." Dean stated.
Brock growled and looked over to me, I bent over and picked up the suitcase, walking over towards him. "I'm going to go put my stuff in the bus." I bit my lip, looking up to him.
"Yeah, I'll meet you inside." Brock nodded, his arms crossing over his chest. "I'm going to have a little talk with Ambrose and Corbin."
"Okay baby." I nodded, and walked up the stairs of the bus, my head hung low.
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Dean's Point Of View
I hated having to watch Jasmine, walk back onto that bus, her head hung low. I hated it because I knew she really didn't want to go back to him, but he has her so scared, she feels she has no other choice, but to put up with the abuse and stay being his dirty little secret. I looked over to Brock. "You know, one day Jasmine's going to see the light, and she'll leave you." I said in a very matter of fact tone.
"Don't hold your breath Ambrose, Jasmine isn't going anywhere." Brock said, sounding very sure of himself. "You sure are awful protective of my girl, you want her don't you? You want Jasmine, so you are hoping she'll leave me, for you."
"What I want, is for Jasmine, to see the light, and leave your abusive ass." I spat. "I'll be watching you, and believe me, you keep hurting her, I'll make sure it's known, to everyone, I'll make sure you lose everything, including Jasmine."
"She isn't going anywhere, I'm making damn sure of that." Brock spat, before turning around and heading inside the bus.
I shook my head as I watched the bus doors close, and the bus drive off, I hate knowing that Brock is going to be going in there, doing god knows what to her, and right now, I can't protect her, I can't prevent anything from happening, but I'm not letting him get away with it, any more. I'm going to make sure Brock knows, he's not getting away with hurting Jasmine anymore.
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Jasmine's Point Of View
I sat on the couch waiting for Brock, I saw him walk in, and automatically my heart started to race. "Baby, I told them not to stay, I told them to leave, I promise." I said softly, standing up as he walked towards me.
"I figured that, I know you just wouldn't be hanging out with them, for the fun of it." Brock shrugged. "Let's go to the bedroom." Brock motioned for me to head to the bedroom."
I nodded and headed to the bedroom, once inside I turned around and saw Brock shutting the door. I couldn't help but be nervous when I turned and saw the cracked glass on the window. I crossed my arms, over my midsection, looking up to him, as he made his way over to me, I flinched when he reached out to caress my face. "Babe, don't be scared of me." Brock sighed, leaning down to give me a kiss on the top of the head, before wrapping his arms around my body.
"I'm sorry." I bit my lip, as I looked up at him.
"Come on, let's lay down, and cuddle, I want to hold you in my arms." Brock said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. I climbed in followed by Brock, who wrapped his arms around me, and nuzzled my neck. "I love you so much babe." Brock said, as I moved up to lay on his chest.
"I love you to baby." I said softly, I looked up to him. "You aren't angry with me?"
"No of course not, I know you didn't want to leave last night, they forced you to leave, I know you don't want to leave me." Brock said, his hand running through my hair.
"I don't I swear." I said looking up to him.
"We just have to make sure, your little friends, that they aren't going to come between us." Brock stated. "No one, will EVER come between us." He added.
"They aren't my friends." I shook my head.
"Good, that's just what I wanted to hear." Brock gave me a kiss on the top of the head. "I'm going to have the bus driver stop at the rental car spot, and we will rent a car for the day, and we can go shopping, and grab lunch. How does that sound to you babe."
"Sounds great baby." I smiled up at him.
"You make sure, you do your make-up well today, your jaw looks bad, it's bruised up pretty bad babe." Brock shook his head.
"I will." I winched when he ran his finger along my jaw, yelping when he grasped my jaw between his fingers and forced me to look back at him.
"I mean it, I don't want anyone seeing these marks on you." Brock stated. "I wish I didn't have to see those marks on your face at all."
"So do I." I nodded looking down.
"Well, if you keep doing as I say, then all will go well, and you won't have to be in any more pain." Brock sighed.
"I promise, I'll do better Brock, I swear." I nodded, looking back up to him.
"You know how much I hate myself, when I lose my temper, but when it comes to you, I can't control it." Brock sighed. "When I think of losing you, I lose my mind, I can't let you go, I love you way to much Jazz. I know this isn't the ideal relationship, but it's how it's got to be." Brock said, his hand caressing my cheek.
"I know Brock." I nodded.
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It'd been a couple day's, it was 2 day's before my brother's wedding, Brock had dropped me off at the hotel, since I got back on the bus that morning, all had been good. We hadn't fought at all, he was the perfect boyfriend, he got me a new pair of ear rings, and two new necklace's. Now as good as it's been, he made sure that I knew, if he even thought something was going on between me and whoever I got to be my pretend boyfriend for the wedding, there would be hell to pay.
Brock was not okay with the fact that I was bringing another man to my brother's wedding, but I had no choice, my mother wasn't taking no for an answer, there is no talking my mother out of anything.
I looked down at my phone, I was hoping it was Zack Ryder, he was supposed to be here an hour ago, but he's late. Well when I opened the message it was Zack but he was tell me that he couldn't make it. Damn it, I have no date, but at least Brock won't freak out, seeing me with another man, now I just have to tell my parents that my date can't make it.
At least Brock won't throw a hissy fit when he sees me with another man!
But now I'm going to look like a loser, being the only one with no date!
I'll just have to tell them at the rehearsal dinner tonight. I went and got dressed, putting on a simple purple halter top, body hugging knee length dress. I then looked in the mirror and put my hair into a large bun on top of my hair. I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing my purse and heading out the door, heading downstairs.
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I walked downstairs, and smiled to my mother and father, who both walked over to me. "Darling, where is your date?" My mother raised a brow.
"Well, mom and dad he's-." I was cut off by someone's placing their arm around my waist, pulling me to them. I looked up and saw it was none other then Mr. Dean Ambrose, himself. Looking rather sharp if I do say so myself. "Oh, Dean." I gave him a look.
Wow, Ambrose you clean up nice!
Damn why are you looking at him like that Jasmine?
What is wrong with you woman?
"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." Dean smirked down at me, holding out his hand for my father. "Hello Mr. Collins, I'm Dean Ambrose, I've heard so much about you." Dean smiled. "And you must be Jasmine's beautiful mother Mrs. Collins." Dean smiled, and shook my mothers hand.
"Nice too meet you Dean." My mother smiled, shaking his head. "But please call me, Rhonda."
"So, we don't know much about you." My father looked him up and down.
Oh great, dad's about to get all protective!
I can see it, he's giving Dean, The Look!
That's not good, help mom!
"Well, I work for the WWE, I'm a wrestler actually." Dean nodded. "I'd be more then willing to answer ANY questions you may have. I'm pretty much an open book." Dean smiled. "Isn't that right sweetheart?" Dean smiled, over at me.
"Oh, yes, Dean's a total, open book I guess." I smiled over at my parents.
"We will see about that." My father nodded, eyeing Dean still.
"Honey, we should go chit chat, before we start, don't you think?" My mother raised a brow.
Yes please mom, get him out of here!
"Yeah sure, but I'll be back, I really want to get to know, Jazzy's little friend." My father almost glared over at Dean, as my mother dragged him off.
"Well, he's a big old bucket full of sunshine and rainbows, now isn't he?" Dean laughed, shaking his head.
"Sorry about him, he's a tad on the protective side." I shook my head, looking over to him. "Okay wait, what are you doing here?"
"Well, Zack told me what was going on, so I decided I'd give him the weekend off, and I'd fill in for him." Dean smirked. "So I told him you and I were good friends, and I think it'd be better if I went with you, so I told him to just tell you, that he wouldn't make it."
"Why would you do that?, you know Brock is going to flip." I shook my head.
At least I won't see him until tomorrow!
"You said Brock was okay with you going with someone, so why not me?" Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, he was okay with Zack, not you, he's going to flip when he see's you." I shook my head. "And you know that, are you trying to get me hurt?"
"Of course not, and I'll let him know very kindly, if you so much as have a hair out of place, I'll bash his face in." Dean stated, in a matter of fact type tone.
"This isn't going to be good Dean, I just know it, but I can't do anything about it, now." I shook my head. "Come on, everyone is sitting down." I sighed, both Dean and I walking towards the table.
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I had finished my shower, and was just about ready for bed, when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and made my way to the door, opening it I was startled when I was grabbed by the throat by Brock, who walked in shutting the door, and then swinging me, then slamming me to the door. "Ahh." I whimpered. "Brock, what's wrong?" I cried, I don't understand, why he's doing this?, I haven't done anything.
"Why the hell are you here with Dean fucking Ambrose?" Brock growled.
"W-what?" I whimpered. How did he know?
Oh, god no!
Don't tell me, my dad went to Brock for info on Dean!
Of course he did, I should of known, this is classic dad right here!
"Your father wanted to know what I knew about Dean Ambrose, I of course wondered why, and he told me that he was your boyfriend." Brock shook his head.
"You said it was okay Brock." I whimpered.
"I said it was okay for Zack, to be your pretend boyfriend, at no time did I say it was okay for Dean Ambrose to play that part." Brock spat, in my face.
"Zack said he couldn't do it." I shook my head.
"And you didn't think it was a good idea to tell me this?, don't you think you should of asked permission?, what's wrong with you?" Brock growled, slamming my head to the door again. "Do you think I'd actually be okay with that son of a bitch, after everything he's done to cause us problems?"
"No, I swear I didn't even know he was coming, he just showed up, and before I could tell my parents that Zack couldn't come, Dean showed up and started talking to them, I swear Brock I didn't have anything to do with this, you have to believe me." I cried.
"You should of told them, that this man is crazy obsessed with you, and is not your boyfriend." Brock growled.
He wouldn't be the only crazy one!
You are the one who won't let me go!
"B-baby, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it now." I whimpered, bringing my hands to his, and tried to get him to release me. "Please, baby, you're hurting me."
Brock growled in my face. "You are trying to make me angry aren't you?, are you trying to make me hurt you, so you can show your family?" Brock slammed my head into the door again, not once but twice this time. "Think again, I'll make sure you don't make it to that damn wedding." Brock growled.
"N-no, I-I swear." I cried, the tears streaming from my eyes, falling down my cheek, and on to his hand. "Baby, please, please, we were doing so good." I looked up to him, with pleading eyes.
"Don't you see what he's doing?, he's trying to come between us." Brock groaned.
"Baby, please, you're making it hard to breathe." I cried.
Brock growled and let go of my throat, but boxed me in, by placing a hand on either side of me. "Babe, you know I don't trust that son of a bitch, he want's to come between us."
"He won't baby, I swear." I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his midsection, laying my head on his chest. "I love you, please we are doing so good, we were so happy, please let's not ruin that, things were almost like it was before all this happened." I whimpered, burying my face into his chest.
Brock sighed, and dropped his arms from the door, and wrapped them around me. "I'm sorry babe, I just don't like him, anywhere near you." Brock growled slightly, it wasn't an angry growl, so much as a frustrated growl.
"I know baby, but it's only until the wedding is over, and then he'll be gone." I looked up to him. "Baby, you don't have to worry about him, I promise." I brought my hand up to his cheek, caressing it gently. "I love you baby, I promise you never have to worry about him or anyone else."
"I know babe, I love you." Brock leaned down, to kiss me. "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"I'm fine baby." I nodded.
Brock looked down at his watch. "I've got about an hour before I've got to be back to my room." Brock smirked, tugging at my shirt, then slipping it off over my head, tossing it to the side, before leaning down, capturing my lips.
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Dean's Point Of View
I was just about to go to bed for the night, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock and it was almost 12:30 in the morning, who could it be? I walked over to the door and opened it. I sighed and shook my head when I saw it was Brock. "Well hello Lesnar." I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest, stepping to the side, I had a feeling if I wouldn't of, he'd of walked straight past me anyway. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm here to lay down some rules, since you decided to insert yourself into my woman's life, as her pretend boyfriend this weekend, I think I need to set some thing straight." Brock stated, his arms being crossed over his chest.
"Is that so?" I shook my head, trying not to laugh.
"Rule number 1- you better keep your fucking hands to yourself, or I'll break them. Rule number 2- you will only see her at the wedding, and the reception, there is no going out to grab drinks, or hitting the after party together. Rule number 3- you need to remember this is pretend, you are NOT her boyfriend, and you will NEVER be her boyfriend. Do you understand that?" Brock spat.
I just laughed, shaking my head.
Are you serious?
You are setting ground rules for me and your mistress?
Isn't that just a bit odd?
"What's so funny?" Brock growled.
"I just think it's funny you actually think you have any right to lay down rules, for me and Jasmine." I stated. "Do you forget you are married, Jasmine isn't your girlfriend, she's your mistress, so as far as I'm concerned, you have no right to try to set any kind of rules when it comes to Jasmine."
"She is my girlfriend, I don't consider her my mistress, that's such a dirty word, I love Jasmine, she loves me. Jasmine is mine, and I'm not going to let someone like you come in and ruin that." Brock snarled. "If you tried to get between us, I'll fucking ruin you, do you hear me?"
"You don't scare me Lesnar, unlike Jasmine I'm not scared of you, and let me tell you this, if I see a hair out of place with Jasmine, losing your marriage will be the least of your worries, you'll lose everything, do you hear me." I growled. "Your marriage, your career, you endorsements, and most importantly to me, you'll lose Jasmine."
"You don't want this kind of trouble Ambrose." Lesnar growled.
"Is that so?, well guess what you don't know me very well, because I'm all about trouble buddy." I laughed, and walked over to my door, opening. "Now if you will so kindly leave, that would be wonderful, I've got a big day ahead of me. " I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You are making a big mistake Ambrose." Brock growled.
"You are making an even bigger mistake, by messing with me, and someone I care about." I snarled.
"Jasmine's mine, don't you forget that." Brock growled, before walking out the door.
Not for long Lesnar, Not for long!
I'll make damn sure of that!
"She's yours, you are right about that, for now that is, if I have anything to say about, she won't be yours for long." I stated, then shut the door in his face. I laughed when I heard him slam his fist into the door. "Night Lesnar." I laughed walking over to my bed, I mean what I said to, if I have my way, Jasmine won't have to deal with him for too long.
A Note From The Author: Yay for Dean putting Lesnar in his place, he's a tricky guy isn't he? How do you feel this is going to go over? Lesnar doesn't like the idea of Dean being Jasmine's date, even if it's only pretend. How do you think the wedding is going to go, do you think he's going to be able to control himself long enough for the wedding to go off, without causing a scene? Anyway everyone, thanks for reading this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave me a review, I love all the feedback, it helps me become a better writer.
Wolfgirl2013- Thanks for reading, and for the review. I think Jasmine knows that Dean cares about her, but she is too stuck between wanting out of the relationship with Brock, and being too scared to leave him, but as long as Dean doesn't give up on her, she'll have that support she needs to finally help her realize that she needs to leave Lesnar, and find a better life. But I have feeling Dean isn't going to give up on her. Thanks again for reading and for the reviews :) I love reviews, they are life lol.
Marina- Thank you for reading and for the review. I think it's some what gotten a bit better, I'm trying to read them over better, but sometimes I've realized that I will miss something, because I'll read it the way I've written it in my head, and then when I'm going over it, again I'll realize mistakes I've made, and when I do, I usually go back and fix them when I catch them. I'm trying my best to fix them before I post them. I realize it's not you coming for me, and I'm glad it's not stopping you from reading. :) thanks again for reading and for reviewing. I love feedback, if I don't have the feedback, I won't get any better. So thank you for that. :)
takerschick- Thank you so much for all the reviews :) I am happy that you are enjoying the story. I know we are all hoping she will leave him, but now she doesn't have the courage to do that as of yet, but she just needs someone or something to happen to give her that kick in the butt that will get her to move in the right direction. But Dean knows she needs that, so you can bet he's not going to give up. Thanks again, for reading and for the reviews, I love all the reviews, they keep me motivated! :)