Author's Note: I owe every one of you readers a humungous apology for my unannounced hiatus! I fell into a deep depression and had no ambition to do anything these past few weeks. That was very selfish of me and I really do apologize for making you guys wait so long.

The sun beamed through AJ's bedroom, and it seemed brighter than it had ever been. Jessimae's head was throbbing from her horrendous hangover. After glancing at the clock and realizing it was one in the afternoon, she ran to the bathroom and got rid of last night's contents and felt like major shit. Never had she consumed that much alcohol in her life. She didn't even know how she got back at AJ's place. When she walked out, she picked up AJ's phone and saw a text from Roman.

*"Hey AJ, you three passed out at Tyler's last night. I drove you girl's home. Luckily you left your front door unlocked or else you would've slept in my car LOL! Please tell Jessimae to text me when you see this." –Jessimae's Boo*

She smiled and shook her head slightly. "Well that explains it." She giggled to herself. Roman was so intimating looking, but he was the biggest gentleman out of any boy in Red Land.

*"It's Jessimae, thanks Roman! That was sweet of you! I gotta take care of these girls right now. We can talk later." –AJ Mendez*

Jessimae rinsed her mouth out and took two pills to help her headache. She shook AJ and Brianna to wake them which did nothing but piss them off, because judging by the way they sounded…it was one hell of a night. "Brie, wake up! Come get some coffee with me. " Jessimae groaned. "Mmm ask AJ!" she moaned into her pillows. "I tried to ask her but she won't budge." Brianna slapped her hand away from her and fell back asleep. "Whatever, I'll go by myself." She scoffed.

Jessimae walked to the coffee shop and saw Tyler Black leaving with his breakfast. He looked like he was in uniform so she could only imagine he was on his way to work down the street. "Hey you!" she shouted from behind. Tyler turned around and his face lit up. "Hey pretty girl!" he smiled as he hugged her tightly. "Man Tyler, you know how to throw one hell of a party." She laughed, walking up to the counter to order her own coffee. "So I've heard. Unfortunately, I can't remember jack shit." He chuckled, scratching his forehead. "Yeah, you were also quite the lip locker last night." Tyler's face turned about five shades of red. "Roman told me about me kissing you and him. That's fucking embarrassing." He mumbled. She looked at him and pinched his cheek. "Awe Tyler, don't be! You were just having fun. I can't remember last night either so I can only imagine what I did." She smiled, earning one from him as well. "Yeah, I guess. Hey, I'm going to be late for work. I'll see you around, Jessimae." He said, kissing her cheek and walking away. "Hi um, anything with the most caffeine in it with come caramel please." She said to the employee. "Long night?" the boy behind the counter chuckled, making her blush. "Yeah, we'll go with that." She giggled. Jessimae heard the store's bell jingle, indicating that someone had just walked through the door. She turned around and saw Jon slowly walking in with a weak smile. The cashier handed her the coffee and took Jessimae's money before she made her way over the handsome boy.

"Hey." She whispered. "I saw you through the window. Couldn't help but walk in and see you." He chuckled, pushing strands of hair out of her face. Jessimae couldn't help but get lost in him. She so badly wanted to kiss him, but she couldn't make that mistake again. "You want to talk about what happened last night?" she brought up. Jon sighed as he was locked in her eyes that were innocently looking up at him. "Not really." He almost laughed. They both sat down at the table after Jon ordered his coffee as well, and they both went through an awkward silence for about five minutes. "You know you can talk to me right?...About anything, Jon." She broke the silence. He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Jon talk to me. Why was a detective calling you?" she asked, looking very worried. "Jessimae, you'll find out why, trust me." He somewhat explained. "Jon, stop telling me that!" she snapped. Jon's eyes went wide. "Cute temper, sweetheart." He winked. "…I have to go." She said, getting up. "Can I walk you home?" he asked, walking out with her. "Um, no thanks…I just really need to clear my head right now." She smirked. He watched her walk down the street and prepared himself for what was about to happen next.

Jessimae looked up at her house and was terrified to walk in. *I should just move in with Tate.* she thought to herself. She didn't know what to expect when she walked in. Yesterday, she had just barely escaped him and if Adeline hadn't of been there…who knows how far he would've gone.

Very slowly, she walked to the door and carefully opened it. She clenched her teeth tightly when the hinges started squeaking. Jessimae looked over and saw her dad passed out in his chair, and why did it surprise her that there were twenty beer cans circling him? She quietly tip toed her way to her bedroom until she felt the most painful pressure on the back of her head. When she couldn't turn around, she fully realized that her father had a hard grip on a chunk of her hair. He pulled her head back so that he could look into her terrified eyes. "Really bitch?! You want to tell you stupid ass boyfriend about what goes on here?! You think he can protect you?!" He harshly growled with the look of pure hostility in his eyes as he smashed her face into the wall as hard as he could. When she dropped to the floor, there was still a large splatter of blood left on the white wall. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU ENOUGH TO FUCKING HELP YOU, YOU STUPID CUNT! NOT A DAMN PERSON ON THIS EARTH GIVES A SHIT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING NOBODY WHO BELONGS TO ME! YOU'RE MINE FOREVER!" he screamed so ferociously that it sounded like he going to have a stroke.

Jessimae put her hands up in defense when she saw him approaching her again. "DAD PLEASE! Y…YOU'RE RIGHT! I AM YOURS!" she blurted. He stopped in his tracks and stared down at his terrified daughter. She decided the only way she could have a chance at safety is to go along with this. She knew that watching all these crime shows would come in handy. "You're right dad! I am yours! Forever! I'm not going anywhere and I'll always be here for you! But…you don't have to do this! Please, I'm your baby girl! I can be here for you, but you don't have to do all this to me. I know you've felt empty inside ever since mom died. All you ever had to do was talk to someone…you could talk to me about her…I miss her too. And I needed you for five years...No matter what; you still have love from me. I forgive you for everything you've done, because I love you dad….And I need you. Please, quit the alcohol and let's start over. You can do it." she cried, reaching her hand to him. His lips parted slightly as he broke into this sudden sympathetic look. His face said it all now. He not only heard what she said, but he actually listened. Suddenly, his heart opened. Finally. Her father extended his hand to hers slowly. Just as their fingers were about to touch, the front door flew opened with two officers and a handsome man in a suit came swarming in. "Mr. Miller, my name is Detective Wilmen, and you're under arrest. Officer Reynolds, please take him and read him his Miranda." Jessimae's eyes went wider than all hell. The other officer walked over to her and helped her up and took her outside. "What's going on?" she groaned, holding her nose. "Ms. Miller, we've had an investigation going on with your father for a while now. There was just more evidence that needed to be collected of the abuse, sweetheart." He explained. Jessimae's brain was rattled. "We're calling an ambulance for you now." She shook her head, frantically. "No, please don't do that! Hospitals scare me." She chuckled. "Ms. Miller you could have a concussion." He stated. "H…How did you know?" she asked, completely disregarding what he just said. "We planted cameras while you were at school and your father was gone, along with audio tapes around the house to get the proof. From what we were told, you sounded like you were in a lot of danger." Her eyebrow went sky high. "How on earth were you able to do that? Don't you have to have some type of adult of the household to give you permission? I mean h…" "We did." He interrupted, looking past her shoulder with a smirk on his face. Jessimae turned around and saw Adeline standing there with a sad look, but also a satisfied look. She shot away from the police officer and ran into her sisters arms. "Addy! Oh my god! Thank you so much!" she cried. Adeline pulled away, shaking her head. "I only gave them permission to set up the equipment. I didn't hire Wilmen, Jess." She chuckled, wiping the mixture of blood, tears and smeared makeup off her sister's face. "Well, then who did? You were the only one who knew besides Roman…" Jessimae stopped talking and realized the obvious. *Detective Wilmen…Where have I heard that from?!* She thought to herself. "Someone who found out somehow and obviously cares about you...A lot." Adeline smiled, and turned Jessimae around by her shoulders to show her the brains behind this project.

There he was. Walking up the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and his ashy blonde hair blowing with the wind. Jessimae was in shock. She slowly approached him, her eyes not leaving his. "I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at her busted nose and two blackish eyes that were definitely going to be worse by tomorrow morning. "…I don't know if I want to hug you or hit you." She whispered with a slightly growing smile on her face. "I think you could use a hug." He smirked. She smiled up at him and wrapped her short arms around his thick, muscular torso as he kissed the top of her head. "How did you do this Jon?" she mumbled into his chest. He looked down at her, trying to fight the tears building up in his eyes. "When you have enough determination to keep the one person you love more than anything safe…You're capable of just about anything." He explained. Jessimae couldn't find it in her to get the smile off her face after she finally heard him admit that he loved her. She cupped his face and pressed her full lips to his. There was too much between these two at this very moment that she couldn't help but kiss him. He hired an expensive investigator and saved her life. The feelings that she had for him at first completely escalated at this point. She was falling in love with Jon Moxley now. With no care in the world that her dad was being hauled out in handcuffs or her sister was back there talking to the police, they kissed hard and passionate until their energy for kissing was completely drained. What the hell was going on in her life now? Who had her heart in the palm of their hand, Roman Reigns or Jon Moxley? Now the real battle began.