Mya opened her eyes the morning after. Her eyes were red, sore and itchy; she rubbed them ferociously with her fists. Her throat felt dehydrated and she wanted to swing her legs out of the bed to get herself a drink but she couldn't move her legs. They were trapped under a dead weight and Mya thought she should feel instantly afraid, but she wasn't. She felt at ease with the person behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the beautiful face of her saviour. One of his strong arms was underneath her pillow and the other was wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.
He'd felt her shuffle slightly and pulled her closer to him, even tighter than he thought possible. The curve of her body fit perfectly against his chest. He didn't want her to suffer anymore. He put his lips to the back of her head and began whispering "Stay with me, let me keep you," as if it were a spell that would continue to enchant Mya and keep her with him.
Jon had been awake for about an hour, thinking of all the ways he could end things with Jessie. He worried that she would make Mya's life difficult and that would drive her away forever. He made a vow to himself that when Mya left him for the day as he went to the gym with the others and she went off to visit the town they'd come to, he would ring Jessie and end it. She wasn't making him happy anymore, and with or without Mya in his life, he deserved some happiness.
Mya finally prodded him with her long fingers "Jon? I really need to get up. I'm only going to the bathroom, I'll be safe."
Jon relented and watched as she almost flew into the bathroom. He smiled and picked up his phone sending two important texts. One was to Colby and Joe saying that he'd be ready for the gym in 15 minutes and one was to Jessie simply stating; Call me at lunchtime?. He knew what he had to say to her and he was willing. He saw the reason walk back towards him and sit on the bed. Mya took his hands in hers and whispered "Thanks for last night Jon, I really needed that."
He smiled a smile that couldn't contain his happiness. "Anything for you, Sweetheart" he responded, before kissing each of her knuckles in turn. He looked up to see her blush. "Now, now Sweetheart, no need to blush. I have to get going now because Col and Joe are going to be waiting for me." Mya nodded with a smile plastered on her face. "There is one thing before I go and I have to say it to you because I want you to know I'm serious. No-one is going to get you whilst I am here. I am feeling things for you and I won't let anyone harm you or take you away from me or the safe place you've found with us. If he gets back into contact with you in any way, I want you to tell me. You're too precious to lose."
Mya was completely floored as her heart started to race. No-one spoke about her with such devotion. She was shocked that Jon couldn't hear the sound of the increased heartbeats in the room as they'd both gone completely silent, the tension they were both feeling reaching a fever pitch. She didn't know what to say. She merely nodded and swallowed slowly. "I'm going to miss you today Jon. What am I going to do without your personalised tour of the mid-west?" She looked down and noticed that they still hadn't let go of each other's hands. She could feel the crackle over their hands and was about to lean in and kiss him before Jon spoke.
"I've really got to get going, duty calls," He offered a small smile towards Mya as he saw Mya's crestfallen expression, "I'm sorry Mya, we've got a couple of days off soon though… I'll show you whatever you want to see but for now, I have to go." Jon had not let Mya's subtle shift towards him go unnoticed. He wanted to taste her soft lips as much as she did his, but he needed to talk to Jessie before he could do that. He didn't want Mya to think badly of him.
As Jon walked towards the door, his phone buzzed and he smiled. Of course, 2pm okay by you? More than fine, he thought, I'm finally getting the girl.
Colby, Joe and Jon were at a local CrossFit box and Jon was not letting his friends get away with not telling him about Mya's ex. "I still don't understand why you guys wouldn't tell me what was going on," he fumed as he took his five minute rest, "I mean, we're all friends aren't we?" Jon was looking at Joe and Colby expectantly.
"We're sorry, Jon. Okay? We're sorry, but it wasn't our story to tell. Also, Mya begged us not to tell you. She saw how much you wanted Jessie that night and didn't want to disturb you."
Jon scoffed. "Well that won't be much of a problem in a few hours."
Colby's eyes widened "Are you breaking up with her?"
Jon nodded. "I am. I found out all about Mya and that asshole last night and ended up cuddling with her all night as she fell asleep in my arms. It was how she fitted in my arms and how she needed me that made me even more determined to keep her in my life. I need her. I mean, I think I love her. I could only hope she feels the same way once Jessie and I are over."
Joe patted him on the shoulder and smiled at his brother "I'm proud of you Jon. Don't worry about Mya's feelings. They'll definitely be reciprocated. Jay told me how she saw Mya watching you at the airport, with a big grin on her face."
"Don't forget the photo either!" Colby shouted across the gym, "That photo should be the picture you put on your wedding service," he added with a devilish smile.
"Talk about jumping the gun Lopez!" Jon said with a smirk. However, deep inside, he knew that he wanted that with someone, but not just anyone, with Mya. "Although, that photo will be blown up and placed over the fireplace in our first home together." Jon smiled as the thought.
At 2pm on the dot, Jon's phone began to ring. He took a deep breath, knowing what he had to say. "Hey Jessie." He answered.
"Hey Jon, how's it going?"
"Not too bad, yourself?" He wasn't going to impolite just because they were about to be over. He still cared about her.
"Pretty good, handsome. Summerslam's in a couple of weeks and I can't wait to come and see you! We're going to have so much fun together!"
Jon groaned internally. "Jessie… I don't want you to come to Summerslam" There. He'd said it. He felt brave. He wasn't expecting what happened next.
"What do you mean, don't come to Summerslam?" Jessie seethed. "What is happening here?" There was a pregnant pause as Jon collected his thoughts. He swallowed as Jessie spoken again, "Jon, what is this about?"
"I don't want this with you anymore, Jessie. It's not working. I said this to you before we left each other in New York. We're making each other miserable and you deserve someone better than me."
Jessie couldn't believe what she was hearing. That red-headed bitch had got her claws into him. "I'm still coming to Summerslam Jon. I've got a ticket and Jay and Leighla will be expecting to see me. Get that red-headed bitch out of your system before I get there and we'll be right back on track."
"This has nothing to do with Mya. This has to do with me realising that we have nothing together anymore. I've realised that we can't keep hurting each other. We're barely seeing each other," he sighed, having a strong sense of déja vu from the airport, "I just don't want you anymore, Jessie. It's over."
Jessie inhaled sharply. "I'm still coming to Summerslam," she retorted, as if she'd heard nothing Jon had said. "I'm not letting you go that easily, Jon. I love you."
The desire that Jon had had, even up until recently, to hear her repeatedly say those words to him had evaporated. The voice that he wanted to hear say those words to him had a different voice. A sweeter, more understanding voice. "Whatever," he retorted, "Don't expect me to talk to you. We won't be together anymore." He hung up his phone and Jon suddenly felt freed. The suffocating air around him called Jessie had dispersed. He could give himself fully to Mya.
He picked up his phone and text everyone. Let's go out tonight. First round my treat. He smiled as the first message to come through was from the person he wanted to see most in the whole world; Anything for you, Jon .
Two angry brown eyes stared at the Instagram post posted days before. In it was his girl and some guy. He couldn't believe how many of her Instagram posts were pictures of them. Some of them looked so… intimate. She should know better. The man in this picture couldn't love Mya like he could.
He could feel his anger rising. Who did she think she was? Why did she leave the country? Was it to get away from him or was it to meet this new guy? She said that he'd hurt her on purpose, but he was just trying to make her understand what love was. He wanted to make her better but she ran away from him, into the arms of someone else.
He hadn't known who he was until a friend had pointed out how many people had commented on it. He was a wrestler. A brute. He'd googled him and read the stories. He would ruin his sweet and precious Mya. He wasn't going to let that happen.
He tabbed over to the other website that was open. He wanted to buy the ticket, but getting Mya back was the long term game plan. Going over there and fighting this other guy would push her even further into his arms. He was putting ideas in her head, that only he would love her. It was true, no-one could love her like he could, including this 'Dean Ambrose'.
He picked up his phone and wrote a text I will get you back Mya. Your new boyfriend cannot be trusted. He will use you and toss you aside. No-one will love you like I do. Come back to me and be happy. He smiled as he read it back to himself. Mya would come back to him, it was only a matter of time. This Dean Ambrose couldn't change. He knew this all too well.
People didn't change, they only became more like themselves.
