Dean woke up in a grumpy mood. He opened his eyes and saw he was on the couch. He got himself up in a sitting position while he tried to remember what had happened last night. He had become the champion, she said she was proud of him, whiskey had went down, a blonde woman, fighting...

"Oh fuck!" He said out loud as it all came back to him all at once.

"Sadie?" He called out loud as he got to his feet.

He started walking towards the bedroom. She would be in there, he would apologize, everything would be fine. Right? She had to be in there.

"Take it as the whore you are."

"Shut up!" He sneered at the memory floating in his mind.

He didn't mean it. It wasn't him talking. It was Moxley. She had to know this. She knew him. He would never have said or done the things he did last night in his right state of mind.

"Sadie..." He said in a low tone as he pushed the door to the bedroom open.

The bed was empty. She wasn't there. He walked over to the closet and looked inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her clothes was still there. The relief only lasted for a few seconds when he took a closer look. The clothes he had bought her was still there. The rest was gone along with her old backpack that usually stood in the buttom of the closet.

He took out his phone and called her just to hear her phone start ringing from the livingroom. He hurried back in there to see the phone on the table next to the key to his apartment.

"No," he whispered as he dumped down on the couch again. "You can't be gone."

He buried his face in his hands while silently cursing at himself. Everything seemed so quiet at first until the radio that had been playing since the night before finally reached his mind.

A different kind of pain
Is someone there to hold you
Is someone there to take you away from me

That's when he snapped. He screamed out loud while he started trashing the livingroom. Glass was shattered, furniture went flying, everything drowned in his screams and anger. She was gone and he was to blame.

Once his anger fizzled out, he dumped back down on the couch with tears streaming down his face. He took out his phone to call Roman.

"I need your help," he cried down in the phone.
"I'm on my way," Roman said as he could clearly hear something was wrong.

"Wow, you need a new tv," Roman said as the first thing when he saw the trashed livingroom.
"There's one in the bedroom. I never use it so it can be put up in here," Dean said.

He was leaned back as far as he could with his eyes glued to the ceiling. The tears had stopped along with every other emotion inside him. He just felt numb. Roman sat down next to him.

"What the hell happened here? Did you let Moxley out to play?" He asked.
"Last night I did but this in here was all me this morning," Dean answered.
"Where's Sadie?" Roman asked.
"Gone," Dean answered.
"What did you do?" Roman asked.

Dean walked Roman through what had happened without leaving out any detail no matter how much it hurt him to tell the truth.

"Why would you do that? You know better. You know you can't keep the beast down when you drink anything stronger than beer," Roman said.
"I know," Dean almost yelled.
"So why did you do it?" Roman asked.
"I got scared. She told me she was proud of me and in that moment I realized that if it came down to that I had to give up either the championship or her, I would choose her in a heartbeat. That fucking scared me," Dean answered.
"You love her," Roman said.
"I'm Dean Ambrose. I don't do love or feelings in general," Dean said.

Roman looked at Dean.

"You... love... her," he said firmly.
"Fuck!" Dean growled and turned his eyes back to the ceiling. "Yes, I love her and I screwed up everything. She's gone."

For a few minutes they sat in silence until Roman finally got back up.

"Okay, do you have any clue to where she might go?" He asked.
"Maybe that old lady where we picked up her stuff," Dean answered.
"Okay, you go there while I clean up this place," Roman said.

Dean looked at his friend.

"You'd do that for me?" He asked.
"Of course. Now go and see if you can find her. I can fix this mess in here but you're the only one that can fix the mess you left with her," Roman said.

15 minutes later Dean was knocking on the door. The elderly lady he had seen in the window that day opened.

"Yes?" She asked.
"Is she here? Is Sadie here?" He blurted out fast.
"Oh, I remember you. You were in the car that day she came to pick up her things," she said.
"Yes, that's me. Please tell me she's here," he said.
"I haven't seen her since that day. I thought she was with you," she said.
"We had a stupid fight last night and now she's gone," he said while looking down, ashamed of what he had done.
"I haven't seen her, but maybe..." She started before turning her head to yell to the women inside the house. "Paprika!"

A few seconds later a redheaded woman appeared.

"Paprika, this is Sadie's friend. He's looking for her. Maybe you can help him?" She said before walking back inside the house, leaving Dean and Paprika to talk.

"You're the guy who's been keeping her off the streets?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"In that case, I like you. What do you need?" She asked.
"She left last night. Have you seen her?" He asked.
"No, I haven't. Maybe she's laying low till she's out of cash," she said.
"She only has around 100 dollars," he said.
"In that case I'll be seeing her soon, I guess," she said.

He cringed by those words. The last thing he needed to hear was Sadie being back on the streets.

"She didn't come here so she probably slept at that creepy hostel downtown. They don't take names and they rent by the hours. She would be able to fly under the radar there. We only go there as a last solution," she said.

He nodded. He knew the place. Sadie had briefly mentioned it before, especially the part that she was scared shitless everytime she was in there. He didn't think she would be there now.

"Do you know where she would go if she were to go back to the streets?" He asked.
"Sure. Her and I always share the place by the old bridge. A lot of cars go by there all night long and it's easy to run and hide if the cops show up," she said.

Again he nodded. He knew the place.

"If she gets back out there, I'll tell her you were here looking for her," she said.
"I'll be coming by the bridge every night to check in with you if that's alright," he said.
"As long as you keep your distance if I'm with a customer," she said.
"Of course. And if you see you, please tell her that I'm sorry and I miss her. I want her to come home. And... and I love her," he said.

A little smile appeared on her face.

"Love isn't for women like us," she said.
"It's not for men like me either and yet here I am," he said.