Family Doubts

Summary: Veronica Rollins was excited to join her brother Seth in the WWE. She was respected and loved by the WWE Universe but that love and respect is turned to hatred when she joins The Authority because her brother did. Not long after, she still wonders if she made the right choice when she starts to fraternize with none other than Dean Ambrose and starts to fall for him. (OC/Ambrose)

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KDOH: boom, back with chapter fourteen and this chapter is gonna be a very dramatic one so prepare cause it's got some pissed off Lesnar if we remember what Brock did on Monday RAW after Wrestlemania. He he he, let's see what I have planned in store for Veronica shall we.

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Chapter Fourteen: Beastly Surprises

Veronica Rollins Point of View

It was time for Raw after Wrestlemania, one of the craziest nights in the year. The fans were hyped and insane the day after Wrestlemania and this time they certainly would be after what happened last night in the Main Event and how my brother is now the champ. I had been hear about two hours before the show and I'd had to catch a ride here with a cab since my brother was off doing stuff since he is now the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion so it was highly unlikely that Seth would be coming to Raw since when I got to the room he was already gone and had left a note for me.

I'd spent most of my time before the start of the show, hiding in his locker room, most of that time spent applying make-up to hide the hideousness of my appearance. I hadn't really hadn't realized the extent of where my bruises reached and it was a mission to put my make-up on to hide the big black blotch on the side of my face. It was easy to cover my body but my face was a whole other story.

I had returned to see Maverick who informed me that I had not only bruised quite a few of my ribs but one of them may be have a hairline fracture and that I would need an x-ray to determine the extent of the damage. With the bruising on my body, I looked like a freak of nature staring at the blue, black, purple and even green bruises that adorned my body. The pain was so intense at one point I was struggling to breath because of how painful my rib cage was, it felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly with a heated blade.

But thank god for pain medication cause it doesn't feel painful at all anymore.

I was thankful that neither Dean or Roman for that matter had come to see where I was, I was truly thankful for that because if I see them, I might just lose my mind. I was heading through to the Authority's office when I saw him.

The Beast Incarnate

He was dressed in his fighting gear and he was talking with Heyman, well Heyman was doing more of the talking but both of them turned their heads and their gazes landed on me. I took in a deep breath as Heyman held a smirk on his face as he did the Heyman strut towards me with Brock in tow and Brock looked ready to steam roll right through anything that stood in his way.

"Miss Rollins," Paul acknowledged as he stood in front of me, dressed in his pristine, clean suit with his smirk on his face. "How are you doing today?"

I looked at Paul and then my gaze turned to Brock who looked ready to beat the living day lights out of me. I gulped and squeaked out a, "Good thanks," as I pressed myself against the wall as Brock took a step closer but Paul held out his hand and held the Beast back.

"Calm down, Brock. We're just here to talk." He stated calmly, his expert tongue coaxing the Beast back into his cave as Brock backs away with a stoic expression on his face as Paul smiles and turns back to me. "I need you to do me a favour dear little woman. I was on my way to see Stephanie but since you are here, you can get your brother on the phone and let him know to watch the opening segment of Raw because I got some things I think he would be interested to hear."

I shakily nodded, genuinely terrified of what was to come as Paul reached out and cupped my face in his hands, smiling devilishly.

"Get to it cupcake." He said before he walked away and Brock slowly followed him, his yes never leaving me as he walked away, cracking his neck from left to right as he walked away. I moved faster than speedy Gonzalez and the flash combined to Stephanie's office to inform her of Brock's arrival and Heyman's plan because I was terrified as to what was going to happen next.

Stephanie allowed Brock to invoke his rematch clause tonight. The Beast got what he wanted. In the words of Michael Cole, he was in Beast Mode as he walked out to the ring. I was waiting by the gorilla for my brother, ready to go out but the only thing I was waiting for was the New WWE World Heavyweight Championship in the form of my brother who had J & J Security with him.

I was nervous, I don't want to go out there. I knew how pissed and enraged the beast incarnate was and I didn't want to be out there with him. I was in all honesty glad that my brother had agreed to do the match, it would show that he was a fighter but I was also still pissed at my brother for what happened I'm also very much terrified of my brother in this moment after last night.

It was like he had just snapped, like he went completely and utterly insane and laid into me. He didn't hesitate so yes I was terrified of him.

He didn't look at me.

I didn't look at him.

Noble and Mercury looked between us curiously as we stood there, watching the beast hype up the crowd. They always say that the night after Wrestlemania, the fans are absolutely crazy, well that is one hundred percent true. My brother was silent during the entire segment, holding his title in his hand before glancing at me. "Mind giving me a hand?" He asked in a cool composed tone as I looked at the side plates on the belt.

He already had them put on.

I couldn't help but think how Roman's plates should be on there. I just remained quieter than a church mouse as I took the belt from him and held it in my hands, looking down at the diamond crusted W that adorned the belt, the side plates that made everyone fully aware that this belt belonged to him. My thumbs ran over the SR emblem on the plates, reading my brother's name above and below the letters.

I deeply wished that it was Roman's side plates. I'd seen them before, working in the closed off areas, they stored all the plates and out of pure curiosity, I went back and find Seth's and came across both Dean and Roman's. Roman's belonged on here, the Shield emblem that he kept, to honor a memory, to honor a brotherhood he once was apart of, a symbol of a past that he would never forget because he treasured the Shield, wore its symbol with honor and fought for justice and truth.

This wasn't fair and just and there was nothing I could do about it.

I sighed and urged my brother to lift his arms and he did so as i wrapped the belt around his waist and tested the tightness before I clipped it and he told me that it was just right, comfortably resting around his waist. I thought that it was silly that he had the plates changed already but he does what he wants and decided to have his ones on effectively. "Thanks."

"Welcome." I answered softly, looking over and seeing the stage hands at the ready. Seth smirked and gave them a thumbs up and as his music played, the audience going insane due to the impending excitement and hype for this championship match up. Waiting for the right time, to walk out like he always did to his music.

Walking out with him, I just kept my head low, not wanting to do or say anything in this moment. I was right at the back whilst Jamie and Joey were in front of me, behind Seth cheering, clapping and pointing at the title around Seth's waist, I did my best to hide my face from the line of sight of the cameras all around us. I just held a stoic expression on my face as we walked down the ramp.

I could see that Brock was glaring pure death at not only Seth but me as well. He'd warned me, he'd giving me fare warning about what would happen if Seth tried to cash in but he never said what he would do if Seth was successful and I was terrified right now. Whilst my brother mounted the ring post, holding the belt above his head with Noble and Mercury walking round, I headed right to commentator's table, JBL smiling as he moved his chair aside and allowed me to sit between him and Michael Cole.

I could tell they were asking me questions but I just remained silent as I watched my brother walk right up to my Brock and hold the championship belt right in the Beast's face. I remained silent the entire time as Lillian announced the two men, my nerves on severe edge as my brother had the audacity to hold up the title, showing the beast one up.

I knew the gears in my brother's brain was turning as he looked down at his title, the ref trying to get him to hand the title over to him so that he could raise it and begin the match. I was scared now, my brother was concocting a plan and it was going to be one that would probably be the worst one possible because of the unpredictability of the Beast Incarnate.

The ref tried to get Seth to give him the title since they had already been introduced and the match had been announced. He needed the belt to ring the bell and start the match but Seth wasn't giving him the belt. I shook my head in disbelief when Seth climbed out the ring and asked for a microphone and I breathed in, hoping and praying that he wasn't going to do what I think he was going to do.

Chicken out.

"You know I, uh, I-I actually just spoke with Stephanie McMahon before I came out here," I shook my head, dammit Seth, no, no, no. I was literally begging right now for him not to continue to finish this statement, I didn't want him to finish it, "and I'm, I, I'm feeling kind of jet lagged to be honest," The crowd was booing as he spoke, not that I blamed them, "and I," he held the microphone down as Jamie and Joey stepped closer to him and I flicked my gaze to Brock in Seth's moment of silence he was having.

Brock and Heyman looked pissed, Brock more so. He was ready to leap through those ropes and attack and beat the living shit out of my brother. I didn't know why but I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to make Seth fight, show that my brother was worthy of wearing that title even though he stole it in the most snake like way possible. I didn't know if I wanted him to receive a beating like I did so I would feel justified for my thoughts, I didn't know what was wrong but I wanted my brother to fight, not coward his way out the situation.

Seth raised his hand to defend himself against the audience's boos before he spoke again, "hey, hey, look hey, and my foot kinda hurts a little bit from Curb stomping you and Roman Reigns last night, so…" Seth had a contemplating look in his eye, he was preparing hi next statement and I just couldn't take it. I stood up and reached out to my brother, tapping his shoulder and getting his attention.

He turned to me and smirked, a devilish and impish smirk appearing on his face before he turned away, his gaze turning back to the one before as he decided to say something more.

"I'm a fighting champion and I'm going to give you your rematch." I frowned for a moment, confused by that statement, unsure if he was playing the audience or being honest, unsure what to believe but one thing I knew is that he was not finished speaking and my heart dropped when he said the words that would damn him for the rest of his life, "Just not tonight." I watched my brother smirk, proud of being a coward as the same laugh he used when he tricked Randy rung out as he tossed the microphone away and decided to move away as my gaze looked at Brock.

The Beast was pissed and the look on his face, the stiffness of his body, the veins popping out of his head and neck pulsing with blood… he was saying no to my brother's statement as he charged towards the ring ropes with one target in sight.

My brother.

I stood up and screamed at Seth when Brock climbed out the ring, making a B-line straight for Seth. My brother turned round and saw the beast coming directly at him. i could seen the fear in his body as he turned and tried to make it over the barricade but Brock grabbed him and tossed him back before close lining the hell out of him. Seth tried to make it back to the barricade but Brock tossed him back into the ring.

"Help him you idiots! Help him!" I beg at Jamie and Joey as Seth tries to escape the ring by crawling to the other side. I remain behind the announce table, stunned and frightened as Seth tries to climb out the ring but Brock catches in the position for the German Suplex. I feel my heart drop when Brock throws him into the Suplex but my brother uses his catlike grace and ability, using the momentum of the German Suplex to force his body to flip over itself so he lands on his feet.

The audience is cheering in excitement as Brock climbs to his feet and Seth uses his flexibility to twist his body and land an enzigiri kick to the side of Brock's head. I sigh in relief but Brock doesn't go down. He was still on his feet, eyes fully locked on Seth. The audience was going insane at the stare down. I can hear the commentators talking but I am too absorbed in watching the deathly calm features of Brock's face and seeing the pure fear that is clearly visible in Seth's body.

He backs away, hands out, and Seth practically collapses to his side as he rolls out under the bottom room and scrambles to get back to the barricade and escape but Brock is on him again, lifting him into the F-5 position. I'm screaming at Noble and Mercury to help him and they finally do their job and pull Seth off of Brock's shoulders, sacrificing themselves so Seth could escape when Brock close lined the shit out of them.

Thank god my brother was okay.

As much I feared him, hated and despised him, no matter how much I wished death upon him, even with those opinions in my heart and mind, I still cared about him and couldn't bare him to get hurt even if he brought this shit on himself. I flopped down back into the chair, sighing heavily in relief as I calmed myself down, telling myself that my brother was okay but then I looked up and saw that Brock was standing there before me, his deadly gaze on me.

I can hear Heyman's voice talking to Brock but his eyes don't leave me and then I saw a sudden change in Brock's eyes. No one was able to react in time when Brock rushed forward and threw the announce table onto JBL, Booker T and myself but the sad fact was that I wasn't knocked out like the others were. I had fallen out my seat but the overturned table had me pinned beneath it.

The force had knocked me back, aggravating my ribs to new extremes as I looked to the side and saw Noble and Mercury get tossed around over the Spanish announce table like rag dolls as Brock lost his shit. I couldn't see what was going but I knew that Cole had tried to escape and must have been caught because the audience was cheering, chanting Holy Shit like they were preaching to God or something.

I tried to unhinge myself out from underneath this announce table but I had no strength, no means of escape. I could hear the audience grow louder as the announce table was pulled back forcefully, causing me even more pain. I hugged my ribs, finally free from being pinned but I wasn't safe because when I looked up, I saw the Beast Incarnate staring down at me with anger in his eyes.

"I warned you what would happen." He said darkly as he took a step closer to me, causing me to shake my head.

"I s-swear. I d-didn't know that he was going to do it. I swear I didn't." I pleaded pathetically. I was terrified, scared for my life as he stepped closer and closer towards me. I looked over at Paul Heyman who was shaking his head, pleading with Brock but he bent down and grabbed me by the back of my neck and threw me towards the ring. I couldn't even catch my breath as he lifted me up by my hair, his grip tighter than iron as he raised me to my feet. "Since your brother can't pay his debt, I'm going to use you to make my statement to him loud and clear."

I was tossed under the bottom rope. The momentum rolling me closer towards the middle of the ring. When I turned over onto my back, Brock was already towering over me, the gloves coming off his hands as a sick twisted smile appeared on his face. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me onto my feet, violently turning me round with his iron strong arms locked around my waist.

The next thing I saw was just a blurry black sky, pain shooting through my neck and head faster than the speed of light. I couldn't hear anything; there was a painful ringing in my ears, I felt like I was going to be sick. The audience was booing in detest, shock evident through them but it just made my head hurt even more, aggravating the headache that struck me like a sledgehammer. My body couldn't even register what was happening as I was lifted back up again and thrown into another vicious German Suplex that left me practically paralyzed, my brain a jumbled, fucked up mess I was now confused and dazed.

Everything was blurry, black spots dancing in my vision as the lights above me felt like they were burning my eye balls. I honestly didn't know where I was, I couldn't tell what was going on around me. I felt like I was being manhandled but my brain couldn't register it as I was raised off my feet, my front resting on something hard and heavy but I didn't know what it was. For a moment, time went dark and then the world returned with black spots bigger than before and when I closed my eyes and opened them again, I felt completely weightless, like I was floating.

The grey mat of the ring floor came closer and closer and then I saw nothing else but darkness.

When I attempted my eyes, my eye lids felt like they were being weighed down with dumbbells or something because it felt like they were welded shut as for what felt like hours, I pulled my eye lids apart. The minute my eyes opened, my head instantly started throbbing, my eyes burning from staring up at the blindingly white ceiling that was light up very brightly.

As I tried to focus my blurred and blinded vision by raising my arm to block out the intense light, which was harder than I expected, I could feel the pain radiating in my ribs, more specifically my left side. That was the side that my brother brutalized with his feet so it was understandable that pain was radiating there more than on my right hand side.

I could hear a distant voice speaking and I could see a face but I could see who it was because of how pour my vision was. I tried to speak but nothing came out, only a croak from how course and dry my throat felt. I tried again, but I felt my stomach churn in a violent way, I could rapidly feel my stomach contents racing up my throat. I almost screamed in pain when I sat up and hung my body slightly over the bed, my hand on my mouth, trying to keep it down.

The person was quick on their feet, lifting something silver closer to my face, lifting my hair as if knowing what was about to happen without being told and what the person expected happened. I threw up like my life depended on it. The dizziness of my head and the pain in my neck just made me feel sick to my stomach and caused me to be sick like this.

I barely had a chance to breathe when I stopped throwing up because more came up when the rancid smell wafted my senses and I threw up to the where I was dry heaving, coughing and spluttering because my stomach was empty. There were tears in my eyes but I felt comforted by the fact that the person's hand was rubbing soothing circles into my back,.

When it finally stopped, I was coaxed back into lying down by the person. As I lay down, I ignored the burning, raw scrapped feeling of my throat, croaking out in a dry voice, "Water. Please." I had absolutely no saliva in my mouth so when I gulped between my words, my throat hurt badly due to the raw dry feeling down my pipe that I was experiencing due to my upheaval of my stomach contents.

My vision had slowly but surely started clearing and the figure became more clear. It was most certainly a woman, a thin, fragile looking frame. When the figure came back towards me, I put my hand down and could see the all too familiar face of AJ Lee. "Here, Veronica." She said softly as she placed a straw between my lips, "Take a sip. The doctor said you'd need it." She said in a tender, reassuring voice.

I nodded as I breathed in, effectively sucking up water through the straw. The relief almost instant as I welcomed the cool liquid into my mouth that was drier than the Sahara desert. I quit while I was ahead because my head still felt like it was being drummed on and I released the straw and sighed in relief as I turned towards AJ who was smiling softly. "Thanks."

"You're most welcome." She said with a smile as she placed the glass down and took a seat on the edge of what looked to be a hospital bed that I was laying in. she was dressed in a regular pair of long jeans and muscle tee crop top with some writing on it that I couldn't read. I could feel the nose piece supplying fresh, cool oxygen into my system and I could see the drip line coming from my right arm. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a bus and then a train." I answer with a dry chuckle, wincing when pain shoots through my rib area. "What happened?"

"You don't remember what happened on Raw, do you?" She asked softly and I answered with the shake of my head.

She sighed, playing with her hands in her lap, "The doctor said it was most likely that you have a Grade 2 or what's referred to as a moderate concussion but it could be closer to a severe concussion or a Grade 3 concussion." She explained softly. "I was back stage in the cafeteria with a lot of the others, wanting to see Brock go up against your brother." She announced softly.

I nodded in understanding. That much I did remember thankfully.

"When your brother managed to high tail it out of there, Brock lost it. He overturned the table, tossed people around and dished out and F-5 to Michael Cole." She told, I listened as carefully as I could to make sure I didn't miss anything even though my head was throbbing. "Then he went to the announce table and manhandled you back into the ring."

I could feel my heart racing, slowly but surely the memory of what transpired in the moment that AJ was telling me about was coming back but I could feel my hands starting to shake.

"The entire locker room went silent when he hit you with that first German Suplex." AJ said, finally looking up into my eyes, they were filled with sadness and concern in them. "You landed right on the back of your neck and you looked so out of it. Then he hit you with a second one and by that point, I could see your eyes rolling and how confused you were."

"All I remember feeling after the first was being weightless." I said softly, "I don't know what happened after that. I remember hitting something hard and then I felt like I was laying flat on my stomach on the ground, only I wasn't and then everything went black." I described, my voice tight and getting softer and quieter.

"Brock pulled you up and hit you with an F-5 and by that point Heyman was losing his shit." AJ said with a head shake. "He got between you and Brock cause he was going to do something more but Heyman stopped him and so he turned his attention to this cameraman and when he was going to hit him with an F-5 did Stephanie come out."

"What happened to Brock?" I asked in a curious tone, still not looking up.

"He's been suspended indefinitely by Stephanie and is going to be fined severely cause he F-5'd the cameraman not once but twice." AJ assured me, "he's already paying. After that, he and Heyman left and then paramedics and doctors arrived. I didn't care what anyone else thought, I rushed out with Maverick to check you because when I saw the way you landed with that first Suplex, I knew that you were going to have a concussion but I didn't know to what extent."

Her eyes weren't looking at me directly, her gaze seeming to be keyed in on something on the side of my face and in that moment I remembered what was there. I diverted my gaze, nervously tucking a piece of my bang behind my ear, attempting to figure out how much she saw in terms of bruises.

"Veronica, I know it's none of my business and you don't have to go into detail but did you get those bruises from someone in the Authority?" She asked in a soft tone, this side of AJ surprising me entirely since it's the side only those like her husband, CM Punk got to see since she was nuts when it came to her in ring aggression and character she kind of let loose when she wrestled.

The question was one I knew was coming but the way she asked it, it felt warm and curious, no form of an authoritative, demanding tone in it. She was leaving me an option not to answer if I didn't want to, which is something I was grateful for but it compelled me to answer her because of how understanding and considerate she was being about what was my business and what was hers.

I gave a nod, still not looking at her though cause I wasn't sure how to without feeling sorry for myself but my mouth moved before I could process what I was saying, "Tried to stop Seth cashing in, tried to give Roman time to fight back and pin the beast, got a hell of a lot of bruises on my body that make me look like a circus freak show." I could feel my eyes filling with tears but I bit my lip to try and keep everything in. "I just wanted to help Roman achieve his dream."

AJ had a sad look in her eye as I reached up and wiped my eyes and tried to compose myself. "Is that why you got out of the arena so quickly?" She asked softly and I give a simple nod.

"I've spoken to them a couple of times, gotten close with Dean again… and then Seth cashed in and Roman and Dean didn't believe me and I went and drank and so much happened but they both saw the bruises but its over and done with but what sucks is I still care about them." I just wanted to sob, the wounds of Roman's words still freshly embedded into my mind and it just fucking hurt and it just wouldn't stop hurting and I didn't know what to do.

AJ takes my hand in hers and pulls me up ever so carefully, for a girl her size, she is relatively strong and gentle at the same time as she embraces me. "Don't worry Veronica. We may have never been the friendliest to each other and of course I was nuts back then but you don't have anything to worry about because you've got me."

At least I still had someone.

"Thank you AJ." I whisper against her shoulder as her body shakes due to her chuckling.

"Thanks aren't necessary and call me April." She ordered softly, causing me to smile. I had always know that AJ was just an abbreviation of her name and her name had changed due to her marrying CM Punk and I had always wondered what her name was and now I knew and I was grateful she saw me as a close enough friend to allow me to call her by her real name and not just her stage name as she called it.

This could be a start of a wonderful friendship and I was glad that I was starting a friendship with AJ, sorry April and I was glad that I had someone because now I didn't feel so alone since I had left the others in the past.I was still hurting, wondering if they had been worried about me. If either of them gave two iotas about me anymore. All I knew is that I had someone, even if she was a little wacky and different.

A few days later

I was back home in my apartment back home in Buffalo, Iowa, recuperating from my injuries I had accumulated. A definite Grade 3 concussion or a Severe Concussion according to the doctors, severely bruised ribs, not fractures thankfully, just a really badly bruised one and a head ache that felt like I was being beaten on my head with a sledgehammer.

I'd been home for a little over a day now since it was Tuesday morning when I woke up from when I blacked out in the middle of the ring. I was released on Wednesday since they kept me for observation and they had to wake me up every few hours and it was torture but I survived and when I was released, AJ or April as I had slowly learned to call her, had been kind enough to fly home with me since my brother's schedule was full. He had been there while I was out during the early hours of Tuesday morning but had to leave and he was unable to take me home.

I understood and it was for the best really. I couldn't face my brother since I was this way because of his idiosyncrasies and his moronic brain. April sadly had to go back home the early hours of this morning since Punk was waiting for her at home. I was truly grateful for her staying with me and helping me when I had no one there and she had been there to kind of give me a shoulder when I watched Smackdown last night.

I was worried about Dean.

He'd had been his usual lunatic self and pissed Kane off, using his executive bathroom and got put into a match against the man who put him through a ladder at Wrestlemania, Luke Harper. Those two practically wanted to kill each other in the match but it ended in a No Contest and Harper used the same move he used at Wrestlemania and viciously Powerbombed Dean through the announce table.

The minute I watched it, I knew that Dean was hurt. The way he moved, the number of doctors that came to check if Dean was alright and they had to walk out with assistance. I froze when I watched the way Dean hit the table, it practically exploded beneath the weight of his body. He definitely was hurt cause he was already still injured from the ladder and this one, it just must have aggravated it big time.

I also couldn't forget about the match he had with Cena for the USA Championship on Monday, it was battle and Dean was obviously in a lot of pain during the whole match but he still competed and put on an amazing fight and got props from Cena but that's not my point. I was worried about him and I nearly picked up my phone last night and texted him and called him to make sure he was okay but then I stopped myself because I remembered where I was supposed to stand with how things were.

I was still compelled to call him and find out what was wrong but I couldn't do it because I was still hurting but I just wanted to know if he was okay but there was nothing I could do because I was cooped up in my apartment for three to four weeks before I may be able to go back to work. It sucked cause I was all alone here and I I had tried to phone my brother to talk to him and see how he was doing but every time I tried, I got his voicemail which just sucked.

Currently I was laying on my three seat couch I had, dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts and a custom A Day to Remember muscle crop top that was loose and had a high front and low back with slightly open sides, watching Game of Thrones which was almost virtually muted on Netflix with a blanket strewn over my bare legs with a pair of fluffy slippers on my feet. My head hurt like a bitch and loud noises just made my head hurt big time so hence for the near muted television.

I had a half full box of pepperoni pizza on the table and a peace in hand as I watched my program when there was a knock on my door. I frowned, completely befuddled as to who could be knocking on my door. It couldn't be Seth since he was at this stupid interview or something that I can't remember the name of and none of my neighbors were very sociable which is why I liked the place so much so I honestly didn't know who it could be.

I thought it might just be a kid prank knocking so I left it but when there was a trio of repetitive knocks that seemed to get more demanding with each knock did I realize who ever the person was not leaving until I got up and answered the door. "I'm coming," I called out when the knocking persisted, and started making it feel as if someone was knocking on my skull and not the door as I pulled my blanket off after I set my pizza down and headed to the door.

I ran my hand through my hair, messing it a little as I reached the door and clasped the door knob, unlocking the door and pulling it open as I said, "Can I hel-" but I froze mid sentence because of who I saw waiting outside the door. My eyes practically popped out of my head, headache forgotten cause I was more focused on being shocked out of the building right now.

A regular pair of basket ball shorts adorned the figures waist, along with a black shirt that was barely visible because of the hoodie that the figure was wearing. It was a deathly familiar hoodie because I saw it when I watched Monday Night RAW and saw him where as he walked down to the ring to accept John Cena's United States Championship Open Challenge. Draped on one shoulder was a satchel and in his free hand that wasn't holding the bag's strap he had a duffle bag in his hand.

His dish water colored dirty blond hair was slick and slightly wet but was still a frizzy mess, slightly covering his crisp baby blue eyes seemed to be filled with relief as he looked at my appearance. He took in the still dark but fading bruise on my face, the exposed black patch under my arm and on my hip cause my shorts were slightly low on my hips. There was pale shadow like bruise around the front of my waist from Brock digging his hulky arms into my waist to German suplex me.

When he finished his survey of my appearance to seemingly reassure himself that I was alright, his gaze met mine and for a moment, time stood still around the two of us. Blue staring into brown, brown staring into blue and as time went by, everything slowly became a reality because for a moment I didn't believe he was actually here but when a small, hesitant smile appeared on his face, it made it more real. Him saying nothing was okay because him being said all he wanted to say.

I was in shock that he was standing outside my door and I just let out a shaky sob of relief, seeing him here perfectly okay, looking as if what I saw yesterday hadn't happened to him and I just let my emotions control me and I threw myself at him, ignoring the stabbing pain of my side and hugged him, clinging to him like my life depend on it. He didn't hesitate to hug me back, his arms encasing me in a vice grip, his cheek resting on the top of my head as he held onto me. His warm embrace was like heaven, a breath of fresh air, a new start to a day, the thing bringing me happiness for the first since Wrestlemania.

Even with the events that transpired at Wrestlemania and the morning after when i woke up in his bed, the painful gut wrenching good bye that nearly broke me, I could care less about what I said because he was here. He was hear outside my door, looking like he was one hundred percent alright. I for the moment forgot everything, let the pain go and just enjoyed the feeling of pure happiness that suddenly filled me the minute he embraced me as a thought crossed my mind.

Dean Ambrose was here and for the first time in days, I am happy.

KDOH: well, didn't expect such a thing to happen did ya. Well yah, I did go there and no one can tell that that was something you don't expect to see in the WWE, especially in that moment since Brock went Ape Shit Crazy that day. Ha ha ha, sorry but I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I had a blast writing it and I hope you all enjoyed it. I am so happy with where the story is going and I cant believe that I'm already this far in and I started this back in May. I am so proud of this story and I just want to thank you all for reviewing and showing me constant support. Without you, this story wouldn't be here right now and I am forever thankful to each and everyone of you who gave my story a chance. Thank you. See you all next time with the next chapter. Bye.