I do not own WWE the Wrestlers, the Diva's or their families, all I own is the plot and the story. Hope you enjoy and please review if you would like to see more. This will be my first ever story on Dean Ambrose I hope to do it Justice for all those who love WWE as much as I do. Now then on with the story...

Author's note: This chapter will be Dean's memories of his childhood, and the loss of his older sister Rachel (My OC) More of Dean's past will continue to be revealed later on in more chapters)

Bold underlined – Chapter Titles/Character's Perspective

Bold Italics – Memories

Italics – Thinking (In thought)

Previously on Retaliation - "The reason they aressted you, is because, they found traces of your DNA on her body." Hunter said slowly. I blinked my eyes in confusion and just stared at him dumbfounded. "What?" I asked as my mind started to turn like a hamster running on a wheel. "That's insane! I wasn't anywhere near her when she was murdered!" "DNA doesn't lie." Stephanie said as she narrowed her eyes toward me. "I was framed!" I suddenly yelled out. "I'm telling you guys I didn't kill Ranee!"

"Dean, I'm sorry but until this matter is resolved, I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend your contract from WWE." Hunter said as he looked at his wife and Stephanie nodded in agreement.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled out finally leaping out the chair in frustration. "You can't do this!" "We can and we just did." Stephanie said as the tone in her voice suddenly changed from gentle to stern. "You want to really test us Mr. Ambrose? because we just terminate your contract right here and now."

"I hope your ready to say your prayers Ambrose, cause there's no way in hell your getting yourself out of this sticky situation." Seth chuckled and that's when I finally lost it and took a few swings at him, but even as I attempted to do so, I suddenly found myself being pulled back by at least two guards. One with black hair and the other with red hair. I struggled against the weight of the guards as one of them suddenly pulled out a needled syrenge full of clear liquid and injected it into the back of my neck.

A second of sharp pain shot through my whole body as everything around began to blurry and my muscle's began to feel dead and lifeless. "Guess your right where you belong Dean," I faintly heard Seth say as I tried to fight against the urge not to pass out. "Guilty till proven innocent Ambrose. Guilty till proven innocent." That was the last thing I heard as a wave of darkness now swallowed me, and all I could think about now was, How could this have happened? Where did it all go wrong?

NOW...

Chapter 3 -Haunting Memories

{Dean's POV}

My eyes began to flutter open as I willed them to stay shut. I didn't want to wake up. All I wanted to do was find a way to escape this hellish reality, much like how I've always wished I could since I was kid, when everything in my life changed, and the one person who was always there for me was murdered. Murdered right in front of me, and I was powerless to stop it. My older sister Rachel. There's a reason I got my WWe Nickname the Lunatic Fringe, and it's a reason I never told anyone. Not even my Shield brothers Roman or Seth.

It was a reason consumed with a memory so horrifying to mention, and as I could hear sounds of clanking metal, shouting from other people, and heavy sounds of metal doors sliding shut, The memory of my sister's death now filled my weary brain. The memory was still fresh in my mind as if the murder had actually happened yesterday, and I rememberd every excruciating painful detail.

Rachel and I were living with our mother in a public housing place on the east side of Cininnati in a violent neighborhood filled with many gangs, drugs, and a bunch of other shit. Most of the time we managed to avoid all the drama and violence of the neighborhood, but the one thing we couldn't avoid was the drama and violence of our family, and the wrath of our abusive father. I remembered all the beatings and lashings he would give me when I had to go and stay with him on the weekends when my mother couldn't take care of me, and it was one of the many times that Rachel and I weren't together.

The last time Rachel and I ever saw each other was on January 23rd 1991, when dad finally drove me back home with cuts and bruises laced all across my entire body. "Dean, what happened to you?" Rachel's voice was full of deep concern as she and mom came outside to greet us. Mom took one look at me and shook her head as she turned to dad and asked, "What happened now?" "It's not my fault the boy's clumsy and can't defend himself." Dad replied in a drunken voice.

I rembered the look in Rachel's hazel eyes shifting angrily as she looked up at him. "You did this to him? He's just a kid!" I remembered hearing the sounds of the wisky bottle dad had been holding in his hand on the ride home hitting the side of the house with a shattering crash, and I could only watch in horror as dad grabbed Rachel violently by the arm and growled in a deep voice, "You dare to raise your voice at me little missy? Now your going to get it."

"Leave her alone!" Even though I was only six years old at the time, I wasn't just going to stand by and watch my big sister be harmed. I remembered standing my ground as dad's forest green eyes now turned toward me and said, "What the hell did you just say to me you little piece of shit?" "Dean, run." Rachel cried out in terror as dad let go of her and now began advancing toward me.

"Guess you still need a lesson in respect kid." Dad said as he raised his hand and the next thing I felt was a wave of pain shooting through me as I fell to the ground. "Stop it!" I heard Rachel yell out angrily. "Leave my little brother alone!" The next thing I heard was a sound to this day I will never forget. The shrill sound of my twelve year old sister screaming in agony, and her hazel eyes widdening in complete and utter terror. The next thing I felt was a wave of pain shooting through my body as I yelled out, "Stop!" My vision soon began to waver as a wave of darkness engulfed me.

"Dean? Dean? Wake up man!" The memory suddenly began to fade as I faintly heard the sound of someone's voice calling my name, and at that point I could feel my body trembling and I began to breathe hard. My chest pounded wildly in my chest as a vision of my father filled my mind. I snapped my eyes open like a rocket, and I soon found myself gasping for breath. Damn panic attacks. I thought struggling to hold myself together.

"whoa, whoa Dean." I looked up and saw Roman looking at me with concern in his eyes. "Easy man, it's me calm down. Your okay now. I've got you." I felt Roman's hand gently grab ahold of me as he helped me sit up and I tried to calm down but the panic attack wouldn't leave me, and neither would the vision of my father. "Easy man," Roman said gently. "Just breathe."

I looked around the room as it felt lke everything was closing in on me, and the panic attack began to grow worse. "Dean, it's okay it's just me Roman. You need to calm down arlight? just breathe. There's no one else but me okay brother?" Once the word 'brother' reached my ears, it was then and only then that the panic attack began to receed and my breathing began to slow back to a normal pace. After a moment of silence between us Roman asked, "You okay now?" I wanted to answer no, and I shook my head in response.

"You think I did this too?" I asked finally after another moment of silence while drawing in a deep breath. "Killed Renee? no way." Roman said claping me on my shoulder. "Just because everyone else may think that, but I don't Dean. Your not alone, and you never will be. No matter what happens between us, and whatever the hell the Authority puts us through, we wil always be brothers." Roman and I looked at each other at this point as we gave each other a brotherly hug and I replied, "Thanks Roman. It means a lot knowing that you got my back." "Anytime Dean."

TOO BE CONTINUED...Aww! Poor Dean! What a totally messed up situation he was in as a kid, to think he lost his sister like that is so not cool, but that brotherly moment between him and Roman was totally sweet! Good thing that the Shield is back and the Authority is going to regret messing with them.