Authors note: So, this is a new ambreigns story I'll be working more on, once Keep Me Safe is finished. I got this idea from movie. I hope everyone enjoys it! :) Let me know what you think. Reviews are appreciated. :)

Prologue

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He couldn't believe it. They were making him see him, the one who had almost killed him.

He sat in the passenger seat, next to the detective. His name was Baron Corbin.

"Everything's going to be alright, Mr. Ambrose. He can't hurt you anymore."

Dean rolled his eyes, almost laughing at the statement. "He already hurt me..."

"You'll recover. It just takes time."

He shook his head, staring back out through the window. "I don't understand why I have to do this..."

"Dr. McMahon thinks its a good idea that you should see him one last time. Before you leave."

"Why?"

"You need to let him know that you two are through, that you can't be with him anymore. It might help him move on."

"It won't work."

"You don't know that."

"He's obsessed with me! Don't you see? If you guys release him from that hospital he'll try to find me again. He won't give up until I'm his again. I'll never be free of him, unless he is locked away for good."

Baron sighed, sensing the poor boy's distress. "I am so sorry that we didn't do any better for you. He pleaded insanity. Dr. McMahon thinks he can cure him of his illness."

"Its too late for that. He was left untreated for way too long. It has already eaten away at him. He's not the man who I fell in love with anymore." Dean looked over at the detective, a stray tear sliding down his cheek.

"Well, I'll see what I can do. Maybe we can get him locked away in prison." He reached over to turn on the radio. "I'm going to put on some music. Maybe it'll make you more comfortable."

"Do whatever you want."

The radio was turned on, and soon loud music was heard in the car, which Baron turned down a little.

Dean recognized the song that was playing on the radio. It was their song. The song they danced to at prom, made love to, was sang to as his lover appointed a knife to his heart.

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'Dean was on the phone when he heard his boyfriend walk through the door. He continued talking to his best friend, Sami Callihan, who he had known since middle school. Sami used to have a huge crush on him, but Dean never returned his feelings. He was too busy falling for someone else.

"Yes, I miss you too. We haven't seen each other for a while. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Yeah, we'll go to t-the…the beach…uh…t-tomorrow…" His boyfriend had wrapped his arms around him from behind, sucking, and nipping at his neck. His hands going to the waistband of his jeans. "S-sorry, Sami…I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye." He hanged up the phone, then turned to his boyfriend giving him a short kiss. "Someone's in a good mood tonight."

"You looked so hot. I couldn't help myself."

Dean turned around, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Well, as much as I would like to, I was busy cooking dinner. Which I need to finish."

"Dinner can wait. I want you so bad right now."

"But babe, I don't want this to go to waste. I'm making chicken."

"Please, baby? Please?" He wrapped a hand around his dick, making his hips buck up. Dean moaned a little, as his boyfriend jerked him off, one hand going to his ass, kneading at the soft cheeks.

"A-alright…dinner can wait…" He let out a whine when he felt two fingers go inside of him. He shuddered in his arms, begging him to go faster.

"We'll order take out." His boyfriend picked him up. Dean wrapped his legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily.

"Tomorrow…you go to the grocery store to buy some more chicken."

"Okay. Speaking of tomorrow. You're seeing Sami, right?" He carried the smaller man into their bedroom. He placed him down on the bed. He took off his jeans, along with his boxers. He got up so he could take his own clothes off.

"Y-yeah…I am. We haven't seen each other for a while, so I figured we hang out tomorrow." He looked up at his boyfriend who had crawled back on top of him. Dean lifted his head up, so he could kiss him, but he pulled away.

"Turn around."

"But I want to see your face."

"Just do it."

"Okay. Alright." Dean obeyed, rolling himself over. He was on his hands and knees, sticking his ass high up in the air. "Like what you see?" He teased him, wiggling his ass bit.

"Mmm…Very much." He smacked his ass a few times, making him hiss. "Close your eyes."

"What for? What are you planning on doing?"

"You'll find out soon. Now, no peeking."

Dean buried his face into the pillow, waiting for what his boyfriend had planned for him. He soon felt him come up behind him, lifting his face up off the pillow. A cloth was tied around his eyes. He then grabbed both of his wrists, putting a pair of handcuffs on them.

He felt so vulnerable, and defenseless in this position. He could sense that his boyfriend was staring at him, making him writhe and squirm on the bed.

"P-please…" He begged.

He was soon grabbed by his hair, making him hiss.

"I'm going to fuck you raw tonight. Going to make you scream my name, beg me for you to cum."

He moaned at his words. "I…I need your cock…I-inside me…now!" He could feel the tip of his boyfriend's cock at his entrance. He moved his hips back, trying to make him go inside.

"Hmm…I don't think you deserve it."

"W-why not?!"

"I don't want you to go see him tomorrow."

"What?"

"Sami. I don't want you seeing him."

"He's my friend! What? Am I not allowed to have friends?"

"He wants to be more than just friends, Dean. I remember the way he used to look at you…"

"That was years ago. Things have changed!" He almost screamed feeling his boyfriends huge, thick cock entering him slowly. The tip of his cock rubbed up against his prostate, making him moan loud. "M-move…p-please…"

"Tell me you won't see him tomorrow."

"I…I can't do that…"

"Tell me you won't see him tomorrow!" He growled into his ear, which made Dean shake with fear. His boyfriend had never been this rough, and so forceful with him. It made him scared.

"A-alright! I…I won't go see him. Just please…fuck me…"

He turned his face to him, taking off the blindfold. He laid a gentle kiss upon his lips. "That's all I needed to hear."

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It was prom night. They were slow dancing together in the middle of the floor. He stared deep into those grey orbs, while his body swayed to the music.

His boyfriend's hand rested on the small of his back. He leaned in to kiss him. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You look so beautiful tonight."

A blush crept up his cheeks. "You don't look so bad yourself." He soon heard a familiar song blaring out through the whole room. It was the song that they made love to. "Hey. Our song is playing."

"Yes, it is." He pulled him in closer, wrapping both arms around his waist protectively. "Dean Ambrose. I love you so much. You are my everything. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Dean rested his head on his shoulder, humming to the music. "That would be wonderful." He closed his eyes, wanting to get lost in the moment.

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He ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from him. He was chasing after him in the forest. He could hear the chainsaw, hear him getting closer.

He was covered in dried up blood, and dirt. He was only wearing sweat pants, tank top, and, a thin jacket.

He wasn't watching where he was going. He tripped over a log, falling face first to the ground.

He groaned a bit, slowly lifting himself up. He crawled over to a nearby tree, hiding behind.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He needed to think of plan. Needed to get away from his attacker.

He heard footsteps approaching. The chainsaw was turned off. He held his breath, trying not to make any noise.

"Dean? Dean, baby? Please come out. I won't hurt you. I just want to take care of you."

Dean didn't believe him for a second. If he killed his family, then who was to say that he wouldn't kill him, too?

"Come out, baby. I promise I won't you."

"No…" He whispered.

He heard a soft chuckle from behind him. "Look, Dean. Its just you and me. We're alone. We can finally be together, baby."

Dean was about to try and crawl away, but then he heard his boyfriend singing to him.

"I think we're alone now…there doesn't seem to be anyone around…"

"No…stop…" He put his hands over his ears, not wanting to hear the song.

"I think we're alone now…the beating of your heart is the only sound…"

"NO!"

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"Turn it off! Please turn it off!"

Baron looked at him, confused. "What's wrong Mr. Ambrose?"

"I hate this song! Turn it off!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I'm turning it off." He reached over turning off the radio. "Bad memories?"

"He sang it to me…when he held a knife to my heart."

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They were at the hospital now, where his boyfriend was being held at. Baron spoke with Dr. McMahon about his patient, telling him that he was going back to court.

Dean was now walking down the hall with him, where he kept his patients at.

"Are you sure its a good idea for me to be in the same room with him?"

"We have him on medication, young boy. Plus, we got some cuffs on him, so he won't be able to do anything to you. Well, here we are now."

He walked up to the door, looking through the window. Inside, he saw him. Sitting on a small bed, staring down at his hands. He was wearing a hospital gown, with pants underneath it. His hair was a mess, and Dean could see some of the scars from that night.

"He doesn't know I'm here, right?"

"No. I'll let him know soon."

Dean nodded his head, placing his hand on the window. "Roman…"

As if he had heard his name being called, the black haired man looked up, and smiled when he saw a familiar face staring back at him.

"Dean…"

He stretched out his arms towards him. He wanted to reach out and touch him.

Dean gasped, backing away from the door. He didn't know how he would be able to face the man who had made his life hell.