RAW Live
December 2nd
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
She'd avoided contact with everyone else for the rest of the week, finding solitude in her home something relaxing and exactly what she needed.
Bray had tried calling her, sent her a couple of text messages that read I'm sorry, doll or something very similar to that. But Bobbi was only mad because he didn't trust her. Like she was the one that had done something wrong when it came to Wade Barrett, not him. Like it was solely her fault.
It wasn't.
But while she'd been avoiding everyone, that included Dean — and he wasn't happy about it. Their text messages had been few and far in between, but he got the general gist that she wasn't up for anything, even just a friendly catch up before RAW.
No. She wasn't in the mood for anything.
Barrett was back. From the little Bobbi had heard, he'd had an issue with his working visa and needed to get it redone, which had meant he'd been deported to Britain while he waited for things to get sorted.
Bobbi arrived at the arena around two, helped with the set up of the ring side chairs and then ducked between the newly set up ropes and did her ring workout. She threw herself against the turnbuckles and then ran the ropes, bouncing back and forth until there was a thin sheen of sweat along her skin.
There was a movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head, catching the eyes of one of her stablemates — and surprisingly, not Dean.
"Hey, Bobbi," Roman said quietly. "You mind if I join you, baby girl?"
She shook her head no.
Collapsing in the centre of the ring and catching her breath, she waited for Roman to start talking, watched as he sat across from her.
"You went off the radar for a bit last week," he mused, "and Dean was trying to figure out whether he'd done something wrong."
"He hasn't," she laughed quietly. "I just needed a bit of time."
"From him?"
"From everyone."
"So, what is it then? With him?" Roman paused and shrugged his shoulders slowly. "I mean, obviously apart from the sex, the way that you two look at each other… it's haunting."
"It's just sex, Ro," Bobbi replied. She fidgeted with her shoelace, didn't meet his eyes. "At the moment, it's just sex. I don't really know him, but…"
"You want to." He finished for her. When she nodded, he smiled at her, white teeth glinting and everything. "I look forward to that day, Bob, I think you two even each other out."
Bobbi laughed at him. "We don't."
"No, it's true!" Roman laughed back at her, but then his smile dropped a bit and when her pale green eyes traced over his face, she knew he was being serious. "Seriously, I can see it. He's had a rough past and someone like you will make him see that there is good in the world."
Her eyes dropped back to the mat. It sounded like her, honestly. A rough past and needing a breath of fresh air — that was essentially her story. So, why did Dean's sound similar?
"But… that's not all there is to it."
When Bobbi looked back up at Roman, his eyes were calculating — he'd seen the change in her response and immediately tried to back out of it.
"Ro…"
Roman smiled gently at her. "Whenever you're ready, doll, we'll all be here to listen to you."
"I…" she paused again and focused back on the ground. "It's difficult for me talk about my past, let alone to someone who I've just met."
"And we'll wait, okay?"
He pushed up from where he was sitting and outstretched a hand to Bobbi. Pulling her in for a long, bone crushing hug… Bobbi felt like she was home. Like this company was her home, like she was safe and didn't even have to worry about anything.
Bray found her shortly after Roman had left her alone.
Gathering her things and tossing them in the duffle, slinging it over her shoulder, the long haired man walked down the ramp. He looked cautious, like he was approaching a deer, but when a small smile crossed her features he eased up.
"You get my texts?"
"Thought I'd just let you stew over the radio silence for a week," she teased.
He held his arms open and Bobbi walked into them, smiling in the embrace, and then pulled back when he pat her shoulder.
"We good?"
"We good," laughed Bobbi. "Just… don't do that again, yeah?"
He nodded enthusiastically and then dragged them towards the back so they could start getting ready for the show.
—
It wasn't until after she'd done her segment that she remembered Wade Barrett was back in the building. And suddenly her home became a lot smaller.
She was sitting in catering with Bray, legs pulled up her chest, smile on her face as she watched the rest of RAW on the screen. Bray's eyes darkened a little and she felt his shift in attitude.
Barrett had walked in and headed straight for them.
"Oh, look who's decided to grace us with his presence, Bray," drawled Bobbi, eyes rolling as he sneered back at her.
"Never a pleasure, Bobbi."
"Why are you here then? Come to stir the pot a little? Remind me you're still kicking?"
Barrett gave her an even look. "I heard you've been sleeping around again."
"You've heard?" Bobbi laughed, shaking her head. She could tell he was trying to get a raise out of her because of the way his voice levelled out. "What's his name again? I can't remember, I was too busy fucking his brains out to care."
Beside her, Bray stiffened, but he didn't say a word.
"You know, Barrett," she laughed again, "your games get real predictable real fast. So say what you want and get the fuck out of my face."
His hands pressed down on the table as he leaned in towards them, but as much as he didn't want to draw attention, people were beginning to stare. "I hope he knows, Barbara. I hope whoever it is you're getting off on knows the real you. Because you strung me along like I was a toy and then broke my heart with no hesitation."
"You seem to forget that it was your plan to do just that."
"And I never did," he hissed right back. "I never followed through with it. You are a vindictive, conniving, two-faced bitch that can't handle emotions like an adult and I personally cannot wait for the moment he breaks you like I never could."
Bobbi ground her jaw together as Wade stalked away, fists clenching and unclenching as she tried to keep her temper in check. Fucking fucker. How dare he. He'd tried to play her at her own game and got schooled, and then acted like he didn't deserve it. Bobbi's pale green eyes were darkened with pure rage and she could hear Bray's voice trying to calm her down, but she couldn't decipher any words through the sound of rushing blood in her ears.
Pushing her chair back harshly, Bobbi tossed Bray's hand off her arm and stalked off in the direction of the little nook of the arena she'd found earlier.
And as soon as she did, her fists were hitting the concrete over and over again until blood was dripping from her knuckles and her hands felt numb. Punch, fucking stupid, punch, fucking STUPID, punch, who the fuck did he think he was, punch, punch, punch. The pain didn't even register until she felt a twinge in her left wrist, and then she pulled away with a sharp and quick scream.
How dare he?
She was not the only bad person in this situation, she was not the sole culprit of the heartbreak he'd faced. His heart wasn't the only one that had broken during that relationship.
But the fact that Wade was still bitter about it, still striving to get her to hurt, was because she had never shown her pain in front of him. She'd never granted him the opportunity to, and she never would.
And he was still right. She couldn't handle emotions, she was two-faced, she was definitely a bitch. But not with Dean. Never with Dean.
When the man in question found Bobbi, she was sitting on the floor, legs up to her chest and elbows on her knees as she pressed her thumbs into her eyes. He didn't say anything, just scuffed his shoe so she'd know he was there, and then sat beside her, knee occasionally bumping hers.
"You did a real number on that wall," he eventually mumbled. "Looks like it fought back, though."
Bobbi opened her eyes and glanced at the drying blood on the back of her hands. "I think I hurt my wrist," she replied just as quietly.
Dean turned to catch her gaze and offered a quick grin. "If you wanted a punching bag, you coulda just asked."
Her only response was a tired smile.
They'd been out in the ring, a match against the Rhodes brothers and Big Show that saw Bobbi take a couple of bumps before The Shield picked up the win. Cody had harshly shoved her from the apron when she'd tried to cause a distraction, and without remorse, The Big Show had driven his shoulder into her chest to knock her flat on her back. She was sore. And even more so, now.
The man next to her slowly made a move to get them both back to the locker room, slipping his hand around her elbow and then pulling her up when she didn't refuse him.
"Y'know," he said, "I heard you and Barrett had a… talk."
"Yeah?"
"Were you imagining that wall as his face?"
The corner of her lips pulled up, eyes along the floor. "Who wouldn't?"
There was an arm around her shoulder, Dean pulling her against his strong body, and Bobbi had to fight not to collapse into him.
"Want me to go beat him up?"
"No, no, I'm more than capable of doing that," she laughed. Then she sighed. "I just… he's testing my patience. And sooner or later, you know, that wall's going to be his face."
"You're not so much of a teddy bear when you're mad, Bob," Dean chuckled back at her. "I've seen that first hand."
"I'd apologise, but…"
"No, you're fine."
"What've you got lined up for the week?"
He didn't answer straight away, instead squeezed the top of her arm pensively. "Dunno. Was gonna head back to Vegas, but some of the boys in Cinci wanna catch up." Dean looked down at her wrist as she fidgeted with it and paused his train of thought. "You wanna go get that checked out?"
But Bobbi just shook her head no. "I wanna get out of here."
"Alright, let me go round the guys up. I'll meet you at the car."
The ride was silent, but Seth was humming along to some metal song he'd chucked on and Roman was napping against the window. There was nothing much to say.
Bobbi massaged her wrist tenderly, wincing whenever she found a sore spot. She was still bitter about the whole situation, and somehow, for no other reason than to get off on it, Wade Barrett had ruined another night of her life.
"I can hear you thinking back there, Bob," Dean said quietly from the drivers seat. "If you're plotting his murder or anything, we can help."
"Oh, no," Seth laughed, almost without humour, "no, no, no, you leave me out of your revenge killing, yeah?"
Bobbi sent him a gentle glare and then turned back to look out the window. But then she turned back to him.
"What's going on, Seth? You've been really quiet the past week…"
The man in question shrugged at her. "It's Leighla… I dunno, man, she's just being weird. I try talking to her and all she replies with is a one syllable answer."
"Have you tried calling her?"
"Nah," he murmured. "It's not her thing."
"Wanna give me her number?"
Seth tried sputtering out a reply, but didn't really fight back as soon as she stole his phone out of his hand. She transferred the number, looked at Seth and sent him a reassuring smile. "I won't do anything stupid, just introduce myself and… stuff."
"Girly talk," Dean suggested, and Bobbi chuckled in agreement.
"Yeah, something like that."
Roman shuffled in the front seat and the car descended back into silence, the rest of the trip going quickly now that Bobbi was trying to think of what to say to Seth's girlfriend.
They pulled up to the hotel in Tulsa almost an hour earlier than they should have, but checking-in went smoothly and then she was hugging a sleepy Roman goodnight, smiling at Seth until Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
He threw their bags on the bed, door slowly closing and then sent Bobbi a little smile.
"We'll check your hands out and then let you get some sleep, yeah?"
"Only if you sleep."
They shared a humorous look with each other.
Bobbi sat on the edge of the double bed and waited for Dean to sort out the first aid kit.
He was gentle when it came to cleaning off the blood, soaked a swab of gauze in an alcoholic antiseptic solution and wiped it down her hands, slowly letting the normal colour of her skin shine through. Her wrist wasn't in much pain anymore, and now she was even doubtful that she had sprained it — Dean was sure that she hadn't, but still told her to wrap it before jumping out onto the floor the next day.
Dean ran his fingers along the cuts and assessed the damage as best he could. There were a couple of lacerations along each knuckle, but nothing too deep to be serious. Fingertips danced across Bobbi's skin as Dean sealed the broken flesh with a few bandaids.
When she looked back up at him, Dean looked… edible. Bobbi's stomach churned and her toes curled as his touches became softer, and then all she wanted was for him to help her lose her mind.
She dropped her sore hands against his pants and pulled him to her, crashing their lips together, and straight away her top was off. With her free hand, she caressed his and brought it up to cup a heavy breast, moaning against his tongue when he got over his surprise.
Pressing a hand to his jeans and feeling him was like a weight being lifted off her mind.
And when he groaned against her aggressive mouth, when he pushed back at her, matched her intensity, Bobbi could feel all the thoughts of the day fading away.
Slowly, she pulled back from him and dropped to her knees, pressed her nose against his crotch, dragged a hand between his legs so that her fingertips pressed softly to where his balls were. And then she was undoing the belt, pulling the zip down and the jeans down with it.
"Bobbi— what are you doing?" He voice sounded strangled, like he couldn't breathe properly.
She didn't stop.
Bobbi's fingers curled into the waistband of his briefs, mouth hovering over the growing erection.
He moaned openly and his hand at the back of her neck flexed, and then she was pulling his briefs down and running her tongue along his length. Again his moans filled the space and Bobbi felt her underwear slowly become wetter and wetter, reached a hand down her pants to run it along the material covering her.
When she took the tip of him between her lips, Dean's legs almost shook with pleasure.
Generous with the spit, holding a hand at his base, she began move quicker, bobbing her head, and she pulled off with a loud noise. Her nose pressed against his length and then one ball was in her mouth, the other quickly following.
Above her, Dean's noises became like heroin. She continued stroking herself but didn't remove her underwear.
Taking him into her mouth one last time, Bobbi moved back up his body, trailed her lips against his smooth skin until she was lifting the shirt off his shoulders.
His hands were back in her hair, dragging her lips to his, and their tongues pushed together harshly. The kiss was passionate and breath taking and Bobbi managed to push the shorts down her body, and his hands curled around the backs of her legs to left her weight up onto his hips.
But then he stilled, backed away from her face, confused and darkened blue eyes trying to meet hers. "If this is emotionally charged, I'm not the kind of guy to warn you—"
"Then don't."
"Bobbi…"
"No, I'm serious. Just fucking fuck me until I can't think."
She wasn't in any way prepared for the thrust and against her tight walls, it felt like he was almost ripping her apart. But she'd wanted this — wanted the pain to help her forget her headspace. This wasn't anything more than sex, this wasn't a relationship, he wouldn't break her heart. No, Barrett was wrong.
Somehow, she was being manhandled.
And it wasn't hard since he had almost twenty centimetres on her height, double the amount of muscle on his body. But it was still something that had Bobbi hot under the collar.
Dean's muscular arms were supporting most of her weight, both wrapped tight around her waist and almost crushing her body against his, and at the same time his hips were driving up into hers and pushing the breath from her lungs.
There was nothing pretty about it.
When he was done, he all but threw her onto the covers of the hotel bed, quickly following and slamming straight back into his blinding pace. The orgasm was almost violent, her entire body shaking, and Dean didn't let himself experience one until she was down from hers.
—
Nathan's grin tore across his face and his eyes glinted and Bobbi couldn't stop the pounding of her heart increasing, she couldn't look away from the sick and twisted human being that was in front of her.
"You can't run," he breathed, and suddenly he was behind her and had a hand in her hair and was tugging harshly, and her body was thrown to the floor. "There's no escape, Barbara, you can't keep me away forever…"
The words in Bobbi's brain couldn't form in her mouth and the air wasn't coming to her lungs, and when her eyes opened, she saw his demonic figure straddling her, hands at her throat, ugly green eyes sneering down at her in contempt.
She couldn't breathe.
Her hands were clawing at her throat and there were tears in her eyes and she could feel the fight draining from her body as she thrashed under his legs. But then his mouth was on hers, tongue thrusting into her mouth, and his fingers tightened even more.
And finally the vision in her eyes went completely dark as unconsciousness overcame her.
Bobbi lurched upright from the bed with a loud gasp, fingers clawing at her own throat, tears streaming from her eyes. But she could breathe.
It was a nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.
Dean stirred next to her and turned to look up at her heaving figure, and then he pushed up onto his elbows.
"Bob?"
"I'm— I'm okay," she managed to push out, but his arms were already wrapping around her body to crush her against him. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay…"
"Shhh…"
Dean cradled her shaking figure against his chest. Smoothing his hand down across her hair, Dean tried to hush the woman and stop the oncoming panic attack.
It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, but he could count the number of occasions on one hand. Something about her past, something about Texas, something that happened whenever she had a run in with Barrett; the whole situation reeked of Bobbi's vulnerability and Dean didn't know whether he'd be able to stop himself from hurting someone who had so obviously hurt her. He didn't know much, but what he'd figured from the stories he'd heard, it was nothing she'd want to remember at all.
Slowly, her breathing returned back to normal, and when Dean looked down to ask whether she was feeling any better, the woman was fast asleep.
So he just held her tighter and dropped a kiss to her head.
—
Bobbi's entire body ached when she woke up in the morning. Flashes of yesterday broke through her morning haze and she dragged a hand down her face. And images of the nightmare followed.
God, she hadn't had a nightmare like that since Barrett had confronted her in September — since she'd beat up her own brother. And that had been almost three months. She only had them when he confronted her, and she'd never know why.
Dean was curled up around her body and she pushed away from him, gently as not to wake him up, and tiptoed to the bathroom.
Making quick time of stripping from her clothes, she jumped into the shower, tried to stop her quivering body. The water was hot as it cascaded across the expanse of her skin, droplets running along the divots and bulges of her subtle muscles. Her entire being ached, her head was pounding, temples threatening to come crashing in, and her muscles felt so tired that they were spasming when she relaxed them.
She had her forearms up against the wall and head dropped back, powerful water pounding down on her skin, and the steam in the bathroom was enough to cause a sweat to break out over her already drenched skin.
It was winter and she was sweating, and she knew that when she got out, she'd be walking the dangerous line of catching a cold.
But she couldn't think. Out there, with Seth and Dean and Roman constantly around her, with Bray and Phil watching her every move, with Wade constantly sticking his nose in where it didn't belong, Bobbi couldn't think without being judged.
And Filipa was down in Tampa in developmental, and Bobbi didn't even want to think about calling the woman who needed to concentrate on her own career; it would be selfish and unfair, and Bobbi couldn't do that.
So the shower was her only sanctuary.
It wasn't like Bobbi hadn't thought about Nathan when she'd been offered the spot in developmental. He used to frequent her dreams for the six years after she'd left him. She had no idea where he was, or what he was doing, or if he was even still alive - possibly, he was in jail.
Apart from Filipa, the only person who knew the full story was Phil, and that was because he'd been the first person she'd called to help her set up a new life. Bray knew the general story, that he'd been part of a bad crowd, but he didn't know what had happened to Bobbi. Not even Craig or her mother knew the real story. It was something she was ashamed of, something she'd built her life protecting.
The night Bobbi and Dean had gotten into the argument, the night he'd told her he knew she was hiding something, she was. And even the morning he asked about her scars… she was hiding it. She was hiding her past. She was hiding Nathan, she was hiding that from Dean… but she was also hiding it from herself.
She never wanted to think about him again. And if she had the option, Dean would never know about it.
It was a black mark in her early adulthood.
Nathan Murray.
What an inconspicuous name, Bobbi had thought when she first met him. He was gorgeous, in the kind of way a succubus would be, with green eyes that rivalled Bobbi's and blonde hair that was sun bleached. He'd told her that he was a beach kid. And he came from the kind of money that followed him every where.
Bobbi fell head over heels in love with him like a love sick teenager and followed him right out of her boxing academy and right into the evil clutches of a cult-like following. Bray Wyatt's gimmick had nothing on what this had been.
The things that she'd done, that she'd been witness to, was enough to have her stomach churning just at the memories. She'd had the chance to keep Nathan from ever being in her life again and she took it, burnt that house to the goddamn ground with him inside of it.
There was a rapping of knuckles across the door of the bathroom and Bobbi sighed, quickly shut the water off, and let her head hang between her hands as she shouted out an apology.
Dean was probably looking to get in and freshen up before the show tonight and she wasn't helping.
As soon as Bobbi had her jumper thrown over her spandex wrestling bra, she opened the door and let him in, smiling softly at her scruffy looking roommate.
"You take forever," he mumbled as he strode right past her, stripping his clothes off and jumping in the shower. The curtain was only half pulled back, but neither of them were particularly in the mood to start something with the way last night had panned out.
So Bobbi stood there and pulled the rest of her wrestling gear on, plugged a hair dryer in and quickly went about straightening the already curling hair.
But when she met her own eyes in the mirror, pale green reflecting back at her, Bobbi stopped short.
If Nathan walked back into her life right now, if he'd somehow survived that fire, the only way he would ever recognise her was if he stared right into her eyes. Just thinking of him sent a flash of fear through them, the same fear and agony he'd craved relentlessly from her.
If Nathan walked back into her life right now, she'd never be able to protect herself. She was so weak. So, so weak when it came to him. He swallowed her strength like it was an intoxicating drug.
"Bobbi!"
The voice snapped the woman in question from her thoughts and she quickly looked up, met Dean's worried eyes as he stared at her around the curtain.
"You 'right?" He asked quietly, even though he already knew the answer to that. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Just thinking of one, Bobbi almost replied. She turned off the hair dryer and dropped her eyes from his. "No ghost, just memories."
When Bobbi didn't offer anything else, Dean frowned and moved back under the stream of the water. She knew that he wanted more. Hell, he could probably help her deal with everything. But it wasn't his burden to bear, and it was hers and hers alone.
"Something to do with that nightmare earlier?"
She didn't reply.
"I'll leave you to it, then."
—
SmackDown Taping
December 3rd
Tulsa, Oklahoma
She was accompanying her boys to the ring as usual, vest tucked into place and boobs pushed up to her chin — Shannon had to make her female figure stand out somehow with the unflattering piece of material.
Ambrose was going up against CM Punk, and the only thing she was going to do was shove Punk from the ring after he won the match-up. Simple. In and out.
Bobbi just wanted to go home.
personal revelations, angry, ugly sex, lots of bobbi trying to figure her shit out. i hope you guys are starting to see that bobbi's had a pretty messed up past and that's kinda why she is the way she is. at least, that's where i'm getting to. also, round of applause for over 60,000 words? yay go me. i dunno, but ive never written so much sex in my life, let me tell you that, lmao.
on to my beautiful reviewers; Raquel the writer (thank-you!), R1verdance (huehuehue that was totally my plan all along), T (YAY! i know who you are now heheh. i'll throw some more of Roman and Seth into the mix, and I needa add more of Punk as well.. and pleeeaase, there's always more ;) ), Pinayprincesa (i touch on it kind of in this chapter, but once things come to a head everyone will understand), and RachyDoodle (oh haaai! thank you so much, I'm glad you think so!). drop a comment and i'll talk to you and offer lots of love :D
