Hello, lovely readers!
Hope you're all ready for The Royal Rumble. I'm so excited to see what happens. But for now we have another chapter to be read so I hope you're all ready. So Randy fucked up majorly last time and attacked. I did say it would be drama filled!
Raquel the writer – In order to keep her relationship with Dean a secret until the dust settles.
Tantoune – It was cowardly, but we all act out in anger and Randy has a lot of anger. But it is sad for him. He has lost the girl he likes after all. But his actions were uncalled for and we all know Holly won't be happy about this.
KairiAnneYukari21 – Randy lashed out. He's slowly acting more like The Viper we see in the ring.
Ambrose-kohli-girl – Yes it did escalate! Randy isn't the nice guy we all knew anymore.
DeeMarie426 – Yep! He sure is! He's angry and Dean is his target.
Seth rollins babe – He did. It's changed everything now. He's seriously messed up
Dutchangel1979 – She really doesn't! There's always something giving her trouble lol!
xXTheKatsMeowXx – Thank you and welcome to the story! Glad to have you on board. Jealousy isn't pretty and Randy has plenty of it.
Guest – We will find out this chapter how Dean is. And it was a matter of time before Randy cracked, especially now Holly has told him a relationship will never happen.
Debwood-1999 – Randy is in a bad place now. He's lost the girl he likes, and he pretty much knows he's lost her to his arch-enemy. But lashing out at Dean was not the way to go. We find out how Dean is in this chapter. As for Randy's explanation, that will come in due time.
This chapter is named after 'Everybody Hurts' by REM
Holly Helmsley's Point Of View
I stood there, my hands trembling with anger at my sides as I watched Randy's car drive off into the distance. Tears silently tumbled down my cheeks as his car got smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared from view.
My vision became blurred from tears as I watched him go, my mind unable to comprehend what I'd just witnessed and why I'd witnessed it.
This wasn't Randy, this wasn't who he was. He was deadly and crazy in the ring, but in real life, in his personal life he was a teddy bear, a big softy, someone who was loving, caring and the sweetest person I ever knew.
He knew how to split his personal life and professional life so that they never crossed and were total separate entities. If he ever had a problem with someone at work, he dealt with it backstage, at the hotel, away from the cameras. Never did he go out into the ring in front of all the fans and make his personal issues so public.
So why had he done it now? Why did he have to bring whatever beef he had with Dean to everyone's attention? There was no taking it back now; the world and the roster had seen it. Everyone knew they were enemies, everyone knew there was animosity, and everyone knew now that The Authority was not united.
He'd not only screwed himself over; he'd thrown us all in the shit along with him.
Hunter and Steph would kill him, The Shield were not whole, and now the entire roster and WWE Universe knew we had a weakness.
It was fucking shit and Randy had a lot to answer for.
I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head in denial.
Why had he even done this…?
Why did he have to flip to the point of launching an actual attack on a co-worker and implicating us all in the process?
This was my fault, I one hundred percent knew this. It was what I had said, the feelings I had destroyed, the heartbreak I had caused. I'd driven Randy to such extremes and I knew I'd have to be the one to set things right.
But that's what I didn't understand. It had been me and me alone. I'd done all this. So why had it been Dean to feel the wrath of Randy's punishment?
Even though Dean was the guy I liked, I had denied it to Randy when he'd asked, so he had no reason to believe Dean was involved. I'd been adamant even though Randy had not believed me, therefore it was not the lunatic's fault.
And even if I had been honest, even if I'd admitted the truth and told him Dean and I were together, that had absolutely nothing to do with my feelings for Randy. I'd never had romantic feelings for my friend in the first place, something I'd known all along ever since the night he kissed me. Dean and I had only just admitted we liked each other, so the two weren't linked. Whether Dean had ever been here or not, I'd never felt anything for Randy. Bringing another guy into the mix had nothing to do with that.
So why had he attacked Dean? Was it jealousy? Was it payback? Was it punishment to him because Randy knew deep down he held my heart? Or was it punishment for me, hurting the guy I liked in order to get to me?
Either way it wasn't good and it wasn't fair. Randy had flipped everything on its head and now I had no best friend, the guy I liked was injured, and The Authority was totally up in the air.
Randy was long gone so there was nothing I could do about it now. I had no idea where he was going and I was so angry I didn't care to know in that moment. So instead I turned on my heel and went back inside the arena, ready to deal with the other issues that attack had caused. I knew Hunter would be busy trying to calm everyone down and getting the show back on track, so I knew now was not the best time to talk to him. Plus an angry Hunter was never the best kind of Hunter to be around. He'd need time to calm down and he had Steph by his side. I planned to stay away for now.
So I went to the one place I needed to go most of all. I rushed to the medic's office, needing to know if Dean was alright. The Shield were already in there with him when I arrived.
He was barely conscious when I entered the room, but the medic's were seeing to him, so I knew he was in safe hands. I slowly walked to his side, my shoulders dropping when I saw him lying there, his hair stuck to his forehead, his body still and his eyes closed.
Why would someone ever attack him like that…?
Sensing my sadness and vulnerability, I felt Roman wrap a caring arm around my shoulder.
"You okay?" he softly asked me.
I nodded. "I've just never seen him like this before. What have the doctor's said?"
"He's gonna be okay," Seth said as he joined us. "There's no concussion, it's just a bit of a shock to the body. Dean has taken worse than this before so he'll make a full recovery. He just needs rest."
"So he's going to be alright?" I asked.
"He's going to be fine, baby girl," Roman reassured me.
The medics continued to look him over, the only thing the three of us could do was stand back and watch. I felt so awful and useless standing there, knowing my words to Randy had put Dean in this position. He was the last person on this earth I ever wanted to be hurt, and yet here we were.
The muffled music from beyond the medic's door indicated to us that the show was finally over, and reality was about to set in. Questions would be asked and answers would need to be given and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.
As the hustle and bustle of the roster moving around outside the door finally sounded, Seth took my arm and guided me to a corner of the room in order to speak to me.
"Listen, Holly," he began. "I think you need to go home with your brother now the show is done."
I looked up at him. "No way. I'm not leaving him, he's not even awake yet."
"Dean will be fine," he assured me. "You know Roman and I will take care of him."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "I need to know he's alright."
"Holly, the longer you stay here, the more suspicious your brother is gonna get about you both. He's probably already suspicious enough as to why Orton attacked Dean in the first place. You being here with him will only add fuel to the fire and I know you two wanted this relationship to remain secret. Don't give him reason to suspect."
I looked at him, knowing deep down that he had a good point. Randy's attack was going to cause enough questions. My stubbornness to stay with Dean would only allow more. As much as I hated it, I did need to go and be with Hunter.
"I guess…" I sighed.
"Plus your brother needs you," Seth added. "And you need to be with him."
"Alright," I said. "Just promise me you'll take good care of him, alright."
"You know we will," he smiled.
"And let me know when he's back at the hotel," I said. "Make sure you message me or call me straight away."
"You'll be the first to know," he promised.
"Thank you," I said.
So I bid Roman and Seth goodbye, giving Dean's hand a reassuring squeeze before I left the room and went in search of my brother.
xXx
It was almost 1 am when I finally got a moment to myself. It had been an evening filled with problems, questions and a very angry Hunter. We had not been able to get in touch with Randy at all. So we had no idea where he was or when he'd be back. Not only did my brother feel angry but he felt hurt as well. Randy was one of his closest friends too, the pair of them almost like brothers. So not only had Randy disappeared without trace, but he had almost put a massive spanner in the show and ruined everything Hunter had worked for. Even though the dust had settled tonight, it was going to take a lot of work for things to return to normal.
Everyone was mad and upset, and as much as I loved Hunter and Steph's LA home, being with them in the mood they were in was suffocating. So I'd gone for a night walk down to the beach, sitting on the sand under the moonlight, watching the sea wave back and forth.
I had my legs up against my chest, my chin resting on my knees as I watched the current moving in and out, the moon shining its beautiful light on the water. It was peaceful here and secluded. It was the perfect place to get away from it all to think and be alone. And that's what I wanted right then – to be by myself.
It gave me time to think, to reflect, to wonder what the hell was going on. How had tonight changed my life so much? This morning I woke up happy that Dean and I were giving things a go, but now Dean was injured, Randy was gone, and I was left all alone with a barrel full of guilt and more confusion than my head could handle.
It was all so fucked up and I had no idea how to fix it.
Randy was totally gone for a fucking start, so there was no way I could see him and talk things through. It was crazy, but even after what he'd done, a part of me hoped he was alright and safe wherever he was. He was still my friend and I hoped he wasn't in any danger or doing anything stupid.
I shook my head.
This could have all been so straight forward and simple. Things didn't need to escalate the way they did and now everyone was totally broken, totally on edge, and I saw no way out of this hell.
It made me stomach feel nauseous.
"You look a little lonely out there if you want some company," came a familiar voice behind me.
My head shot up and whipped around at the sound, my eyes widening as I saw Dean walking down the beach towards me.
"Dean!" I exclaimed, scrambling to my feet and running towards him, wrapping my arms around him instantly.
"Whoa, careful," he said. "I'm still a little sore."
"Sorry," I said, loosening my grip until he was comfortable, pulling him to me as he wrapped his arms lovingly around me.
I buried my face in his neck, relief flooding my body as I realised he was fine, he was okay, and no major damage had been done. I breathed in his familiar scent, letting it wash over me, enjoying the small pocket of happiness his arrival had given me.
If there was one good thing to come out of this huge fucking mess, it was Dean Ambrose. At least I still had him, at least he was still by my side, and I knew nothing Randy would ever do could change that.
I felt his arms wrap tighter around me, enveloping me in his warm and protective cage. He squeezed me gently, his lips grazing my temple as he left a gentle kiss there.
"Hmmm, you smell good," I heard him mumble as we gently pulled away, walking further down the beach and taking a seat once again on the sand. He wrapped an arm around me, continuing to keep me close.
"How are you?" I asked him, getting down to the necessities. Considering he'd been RKO'd this evening, he seemed rather well.
"Tired," he began. "And a little sore. I wasn't expecting the attack so I didn't land well. But otherwise I'm fine."
I looked up at him, brushing his fluffy brown hair from his forehead. "What did the doctor say?"
"Rest and relaxation," he said. "Gave me some painkillers too. They should dope me the fuck up and help me sleep. I'll be fine by morning."
"Well that's a relief," I said before I looked out to watch the ocean again, letting the calming wave be a momentary distraction to the bigger picture. It was like I didn't want to address it. This safe secluded beach, this gorgeous man beside me, the way his arm held me… It was enough for me to be satisfied for now.
"So, are we gonna discuss the major fucking elephant in the room or what?" he asked finally.
"Do we have to?" I asked.
"Well considering I took a major blow and it's no doubt fucked with your head, yeah, I think we do."
I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder. It was crazy how easy it was to fall into this touchy-feely way with Dean. We'd only just decided to give us a go and already I couldn't keep away from him, be it a holding of a hand or a kiss of the head. For now it was using his shoulder as a pillow.
"I don't know what there is to say," I said. "He RKO'd you, plain and simple. He lashed out and attacked you in a way that was wrong, deceitful and completely fucked up."
"I'm guessing this all stems from the conversation you had from him before the show?" Dean asked and I nodded. "What exactly happened?"
"He didn't take it well," I explained. "But that was to be expected I suppose. He got sad, he got panicky, pleading with me to give us a chance. And then he asked if it was because of you."
Dean immediately stiffened beside me. "And what did you reply?"
"I said it didn't. We'd agreed to keep this quiet for now and I wasn't about to go back on that. But he had his suspicions regardless. He got a little angry and asked me to leave. Next thing I know he's MIA before appearing in Seth's match and attacking you."
Dean ran a hand through his hair. "I think it's safe to say Orton knows the truth about us. Why else would he attack me?"
"Not necessarily," I argued. "Maybe it was a way of lashing out at me. He knows you're one of my only other close male friends. By hurting you he hurts me."
He chuckled to himself. "I doubt it, sweetheart. Orton is one hell of a prick but I know he wouldn't do anything to directly hurt you. You're too important to him. No, this was for me and me alone."
I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I can't believe he'd sink so low as to do this live on air."
"Guess Orton is showing his true fucking colors," Dean said, rubbing soothing circles into my hip with his fingers.
"And now he's hurt you and messed you up," I said sadly, my voice laced with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Dean."
Next thing I knew Dean cupped my face with his hands, raising it so I could look into his eyes.
"It doesn't matter what he's done to me physically," he said softly. "I'm in fights all the time, and wounds and bruises heel. Plus I've taken a lot worse than an RKO in my time. I just worry about what he's done to you emotionally."
My eyes dropped then as a sadness washed over me. "A part of me feels sorry for him, but a part of me hates him for what he's done. I was the one who caused this, not you. If he wanted to lash out it should have been at me."
"I can't stand Orton, we all know that," said Dean. "But if I had to point out one redeeming quality that he has, it's the way he cares for you. He would never lash out at you personally. But it's the side effects of his actions that get you the most. He doesn't realise it but its worse than any attack he could have carried out. He's seriously fucked up tonight and lashed out at you without realising."
"And now I have no idea where he is," I said. "So I can't even get any answers... I can't reach him… neither can Steph or Hunter... I don't even know if he will show up for work tomorrow..." My voice was getting quicker and panicky.
He pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest as his hands rubbed up and down my back. "You're working yourself up, Holly. You need to calm down."
"Easier said than done when you're in this fucking position," I replied as a few tears left my eyes.
"Listen, things could be worse," he said. "I'm fine, you're fine, and we still have each other."
I looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah… I guess you're right."
He offered me a smile as he wiped my fallen tears away. "And we are what matter the most, aren't we?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "We are."
"There's that smile I like to see," he said as he gazed down at me.
I watched him, seeing his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He was right; the main thing that mattered was us. This had been the first major hurdle in our way, and even though we had both been hurt in the process, we had remained united and we had remained together. We had refused to be torn apart or affected by the events of the night, and I planned to stay united.
I couldn't resist as I looked at him. I threaded my hands into his soft hair and pulled his mouth to mine to kiss him, his lips warm and delicious as usual. Our mouths moved in perfect sync, Dean not hanging around. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss and causing a light moan to leave my lips.
He tasted so fucking good, the best flavor in the world. Our tongues tangled as he gently lowered me and lay me down in the sand, his hands running up and down my arms as we kissed. He left a trail of goose bumps behind wherever he touched, a tingling feeling hitting my stomach. I clenched my legs together, my arousal slowly building.
He pulled his lips from mine, peppering kisses along my jaw line before moving to my neck.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," I whispered.
"Then don't be," he said between kisses. "Stay with me."
"W-What do I tell my brother?" I asked, squeezing my legs even tighter. This man was turning me into a puddle of fucking goo!
"Get Sasha or Paige to cover for you," he suggested. "Tell him you wanna stay at theirs."
"Good idea," I murmured.
He moved his lips back to mine, this kiss slower and more sensual, the kind that wanted me to rip my panties off and just let him have me there on the beach.
I clutched at his t-shirt as his hand moved to run up and down my bare leg, grabbing my thigh and wrapping my leg around his waist. I gasped as he bucked against me. I could feel his jean clad erection against me.
I couldn't help but blush as I felt it, a deep growl rumbling in his chest once he spotted it.
"Baby, I need you to stop with that blush, okay?"
"What if I don't want to?" I said teasingly.
"Then I'll get us arrested for public indecency because I'm gonna lift up your dress, rip those panties from your body and fuck you till your throat is sore from screaming my name."
Yeah… that's not helping my arousal, Dean!
I swallowed, his words seriously not helping my blush. Dean was a man of his word so I knew he wasn't saying it for effect. He would have me on this beach if I didn't stop. So I did the only thing I could do to help myself – I gently pushed him away and sat up, trying to calm myself down, taking deep and steady breaths.
"Then let's go back to the hotel before that can happen," I suggested. "I'm exhausted anyway. Today has taken it out of me."
He smirked as he stood, offering me his hand and helping me up.
"Public sex not your thing?"
"Never tried it," I shrugged.
"Oh, I have so much to teach you," he said with a wink, the blush appearing once again.
No sooner did it appear did Dean grab my hand and walk me away before temptation got too much for him.
I sent the appropriate texts to the girls and my brother before we headed back to the hotel for some much needed sleep. It was almost 2am and today had been emotionally exhausting.
All I wanted now was a big comfy bed and my crazy little lunatic to spoon me and cuddle me and tell me everything would be alright.
Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, Tantoune, KairiAnneYukari21, ambrose-kohli-girl, DeeMarie426, Seth rollins babe, dutchangel1979, xXTheKatsMeowXx, Debwood-1999 and my guest reviewer for their reviews.