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Disclaimer - Just having some fun & trying to use some of the crazy ideas I get in my head.

Damage Control
Chapter Three: Repercussions

Sephora walked out of the bathroom, running a brush through her damp hair. She had gotten in the shower as soon as she returned to her hotel room. She sat out on the edge of the bed and quickly braided her hair. She grabbed an elastic band out of her purse and secured the end.

She dropped the brush in her bag when she heard a knock at the door. She got up and walked over to the door. She peered out the peephole and rolled her eyes. She let out an exasperated sigh as she unlocked the door and opened it part of the way, standing in the doorway in her pink and black plaid pajama bottoms and black tank top.

"Yes? Do you need something?"

Seth only took a moment to appraise her in her ensemble before shoving the door roughly with his hand and letting himself into the hotel room, dragging his rolling suitcase behind him.

"Excuse me. I don't remember inviting you in."

"Sorry, Princess, you lost any minute amount of respect when you decided to ditch me at the arena tonight. "

Sephora huffed and slammed the door shut, "I didn't ditch you. I had no obligation to travel with you." She crossed her arms over her chest, glowering at him.

"You had an obligation the second you told me you would wait for me in the hallway." Seth countered.

"No one asked me if I wanted to travel with you. If they had I would have told them no."

Seth laughed bitterly, "You really think I want to spend my time with you either? Guess what, it's what Vince wants and unlike you I do what is asked of me."

"That's your problem." Sephora dropped her hands and shoved past him. She flopped on the bed. "You can see yourself out. I have an early flight in the morning."

"You are not going to dismiss me like that. You ditched me at an arena and left me to walk back to the hotel. I am not leaving here without an apology."

Sephora smiled and motioned toward the spare bed, "Then please, make yourself comfortable because you are going to be waiting a very long time."

"I mean it Sephora. What do you think your dad would say if he knew about the stunt you pulled tonight?"

"I don't give a rat's ass what he has to say. . . and if you feel the need to be a nark then by all means go run off, crying to him. I'll be here waiting to see what he has to say." She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "This thing better have netflix."

"Yea right. If you didn't care what he had to say then I highly doubt you would have taken a storyline where you are groveling at my feet."

Sephora continued to flip through the channels on the TV.

"It doesn't take that much to admit you were wrong. Even if you didn't want to travel with me you should have sucked it up, waited for me, and rode back to the hotel with me tonight; then we could have talked to your father about making other arrangements. Instead you had to act like a selfish, spoiled, brat. You're never going to change."

Sephora clutched the remote with shaking hands and turned it onto a rerun of "Say Yes to the Dress."

"You want to say something. I can see it in your eyes. Go ahead Sephora. Go off. Throw another tantrum just like the one that got you in the mess."

She sat up and chucked the remote. It smashed into several pieces when it hit the wall. " I am not apologizing to you. I am not traveling with you. I have nothing to say to you. Now, get out of my room.." If looks could kill Seth Rollins would have been dead and buried in an instant.

Seth stood up, unfazed by her glare or her frigid tone. "I guess I should be happy you didn't slap me across the face, right?" He grabbed his rolling suitcase and headed for the door. "See you around, Sephora." He walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sephora flopped back on her bed as the tears began to fall.

She had expected her father to yell at her when he picked her up to look for her new apartment. Instead he seemed perfectly chipper as they rode in the back of his car to look at the first apartment he had found.

"I think you are going to love this one. It is another penthouse with an amazing view. You loved the views at your old penthouse but, these ones are even better."

"I liked everything about my old penthouse. . . until you made me sell it."

"You are starting fresh. That means a new place to live too."

Sephora frowned as she stared out the window. Her father was taking her to see an apartment somewhere within reasonable distance to WWE Headquarters. She wasn't sold on the idea of living in the area but, she was going to have to at least look at the apartment.

The car pulled up in front of an enormous building. "Here we are." Her father smiled and opened the car door. He stepped out into the afternoon sun. She followed suit and closed the door behind her. "It is on the 40th floor. I know you are going to love it."

She smiled sweetly and followed her dad into the building. She knew her father was wrong.

After a day of apartment hunting she was back in the guest house at her parent's estate. She had finally convinced her father to let her look at a townhouse in a gated community. She had found an adorable town-home with a beautifully landscaped yard where she could have a dog. It had taken a lot of convincing but she had gotten her father to make an offer on the property.

She kicked off her heels and sat down on the couch, her knees folded underneath her. She opened up the message thread she was looking for. She skimmed over the short list of messages and frowned. Was it a stupid idea to message him? Probably. She quickly typed the message and hit send before she could talk herself out of it.

Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for not ratting me out to my dad.

She closed the messaging app and opened up her Instagram. She scrolled through and liked a few images. It didn't take long for a message to flash across her screen.

You're welcome. Just don't leave me hanging at an arena again. That was low.

Sephora sighed. She knew he was right. It wasn't Seth's fault that her father believed she needed a babysitter and she was sure the last thing he wanted to do was spend his time on the road keeping an eye on her.

Ugh. Whatever. I won't leave you again.

I guess that is the best I am going to get.

You're right.

I guess I am going to have to take that as your apology.

I never said I was sorry. I just said I wouldn't leave you again.

Close enough. I know what you really meant.

Don't annoy me.

Ha. I'll take my chances. See you Monday.

She thought about responding then decided against it. She sat her phone down and stood up. She walked over to the small kitchenette and got out the left over Chinese she had ordered the night before. She popped it in the microwave and poured herself a glass of sparking water.

She wasn't looking to be chummy with Seth Rollins.