For six months, life was wonderful.
I had never been happier than I was with Dean. For the first time in my adulthood, I felt complete. There wasn't pieces of me missing anymore.
He was doing great in the training center. Bill DeMott loved him and even said he was recommending Dean to move up to the main roster soon.
It was interesting for me to watch the two of them unwillingly bond. Seth eventually admitted that they may have been friends right off the bat if it wasn't for them feeling like they were competing for me. Thankfully, both of them felt like it was behind us.
Six months of pure bliss.
Of course it had to end.
I had been on the road for twelve days in a row without a day off. I couldn't wait to get home to Dean. I had visions in my head of staying in bed for at least ten hours before I could get enough of him to do anything else.
As soon as I entered the house, warning bells went off in my head. The living room was completely trashed as if someone had a party. Empty cans and bottles of beer littered the floor. The air smelled of cigarettes, beer, and pizza some of which was still in a few boxes, getting grease on the carpet and couch. I wrinkled up my nose and balled up my fists.
So much for a happy reunion, I thought. Now I get to yell at him like a mother scolding a child for not cleaning up his room.
"Dean!" I yelled, stomping down the hall to our bedroom.
My heart stopped the moment I opened the bedroom door. Dean was asleep and naked with two blondes draped over him.
Color drained from my face as I stared for several minutes at the slumbering threesome before anger consumed me.
"Wake up!" I snapped, kicking Dean's foot.
I ripped back the covers, making the three groan. One of the blondes woke up, her eyes widening with fear and confusion as she saw me.
"Get the fuck out of my house and take your friend with you," I said through gritted teeth.
I slapped Dean hard in the chest, making him groan in pain. The two blondes quickly gathered their clothes, looking at me petrified.
"I said get it!" I said, grabbing a shoe and throwing it at one who jumped and nearly knocked the other over.
"Cat, the hell?" Dean groaned.
"The hell? The HELL?" my voice kept getting higher. "That's all you can say?"
"What's going on?" he groggily asked.
"Why don't you tell me? Or are you still hung over from your little party?"
"The fuck are you talking about?"
He looked at me completely confused.
"You don't remember those two blondes you were with or the fact that my house is destroyed?"
"What? Cat, no," Dean shook his head. "I had never seen them before."
At his words, I punched him in the jaw. He fell back on the bed but I was already out the door.
"Cat, wait!" he yelled. "Can't we talk about this?"
"How about you put on some pants first?" I called over my shoulder. At least he was wearing shorts now.
"Catrina, stop, please!" Dean grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. "I love you. Something had to have happened. I don't know what, but I swear I didn't sleep with those girls."
I punched him again, this time making him bleed. I kicked him in the stomach before running out the front door.
"Catrina! Come back, baby. I love you."
"Save it," I bitterly said as I slammed my car door.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I raced out of the neighborhood. I didn't bother to look at it as I pulled out into traffic, making cars swerve to avoid hitting me.
I ignored his calls and texts. Instead, I stopped at a nearby park and called Seth.
"Can I stay with you?" I asked him through my tears.
"Of course! Everything okay?"
"No, not at all. Dean..."
My voice broke. I couldn't tell him what happened.
"Hey, it's okay. Do you need to meet me somewhere or can you drive?"
"I can drive," I assured him.
Once I calmed down enough, I started the car again. This time I was careful as I observed traffic laws.
But the 18-wheeler didn't. I slammed on the gas to attempt to avoid being t-boned but failed. The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled my ears as the two vehicles connected. Blood covered me almost instantly as I heard a woman scream.
It occurred to me as blackness consumed me that the woman I heard scream was me.
Now everything is dark.