Hello, lovely readers!

Wow, awesome response to the last chapter. Genuinely wasn't expecting that, so I'm glad you all enjoyed it. Just to let you all know, I have begun planning my next story! It will be a Seth Rollins/OC story, so keep your eyes open for it in the coming weeks.

Lauraxxx – Some of your points will be answered this chapter. And thank you so much, that's such a compliment. I try my best to keep my updates as regular as possible and I'm so happy you enjoy my writing. Thanks!

Angelsdee327 – He is! So naughty sneaking into her room like that.

Dutchangel1979 – He's the man of all our dreams! She deserves everything to be easy when she tells Hunter, but do things ever go that easily in my stories? Lol

Kimberly316 – Thank you! And I know. Randy is not showing his best side

Ambrose-kohli-girl – I thought coming in from the window would be quite a cute scene to write. She's a lucky girl

Raquel the writer – She's waiting for everything to calm down before she tells them the truth

Guest – Thank you! Everybody loves a bad boy, and he always has Holly's interests at heart

Seth Rollins babe – Thank you! She definitely made the right choice

Beautifultragedyxx – Aww! They're one of my favourite couples to write

Marina – Some of your points will be answered in this chapter. And yes, even though Dean is quite dark and unstable, he cares for Holly and only has her best interests at heart. He knows how close she is to Randy and he would never want to come between that

Calwitch – I usually update on Sundays and Wednesdays if that helps at all. What Randy did was wrong and no way is holly standing for that. She is going to protect her man as he will always come first for her. You're right, its 12 years down the drain over one silly incident. He was always going to be a brother to her and he simply couldn't accept that

Debwood-1999 – The longer she leaves it, the worse it will be when she does tell Hunter, and this will be addressed in this chapter. And I agree, Randy has pushed things to far. Theres too much happened and I'm not sure how they will get through this.

xXTheKatsMeowXx – Haha! Dean is very lovable and dashing. Just the way I like him

Morrowsong – Course things aren't behind her, this story is under the drama category after all lol

Tantoune – I know. I'm gonna be so sad when this story ends because I absolutely love writing it. I have the ending planned, but we have lots to go until we get there

DeeMarie426 – Yes, I agree. They change up their meeting plans in this chapter

2112brittbritt – I wish he was mine aswell! He won't mess it up. Dean hasn't had a lot of great people in his life. so when he finds decent friends that he cares about, he would never let them go

This chapter is named after 'Bad Blood' by Taylor Swift

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

When I sat down to lunch the next day with Sasha and Paige, it was hard to know where to begin the conversation. It had literally been the craziest 24 hours of my life, and even though I had only seen them yesterday, so much had happened in that space of time.

A meeting with Randy, Smackdown, Dean sneaking into my room, my decision to cut Randy totally from my life…

Life was a total head-fuck right now, and I honestly felt like I wanted to lock myself alone in a dark room where nothing bad could happen and I wouldn't have to deal with any of it.

But since that sadly couldn't happen, I opted for the next thing and that was to vent to two of my closest girlfriends.

"So what's with the urgent meet up?" asked Paige once we'd ordered our food.

"There are updates on my… situation," I told them.

"Already?" asked Sasha as she sipped on her drink. "Girl, we only saw you yesterday. How much could have happened?"

"Where do I begin?" I asked them.

"Is everything alright with Dean?" Paige asked, jumping to conclusions.

"Everything is fine with him," I assured them. "In fact Dean is probably the one bit of normality I have right now."

"What happened?" Sasha asked.

"I saw Randy yesterday," I admitted.

Paige almost chocked on the water in her mouth. "What?!" she asked incredulously. "Where? When?"

"Literally minutes after I left you guys," I explained. "I went into a bar to get change for the bus and he was sitting in there."

"Well what did the prick have to say for himself?" Paige asked. After seeing the shit Randy had pulled on Dean during Raw that night, she wasn't exactly his biggest fan either.

"Turns out he's sunk lower than I ever thought he could," I said.

"Did he explain his actions?" Sasha asked.

"Jealousy," I stated. "He attacked out of jealousy. He knows I picked Dean and he didn't like that."

"I can understand the guy is upset, but to RKO Dean on television is not the way to go about it," Sasha said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Why didn't he come to you to talk about it?"

"Because that's what a normal human being would do," muttered Paige under her breath.

"Beats me," I said. "He hurt Dean because he wasn't able to hurt me. Apparently attacking him was 'the next best thing.'"

"Wow…" said Sasha in disbelief.

"Motherfucker," muttered Paige. "That guy is a fucking prick. If I ever see him…"

"Don't worry," I said. "He knows how I feel and he knows I'm done with him. I don't need that sort of negativity in my life."

"After all these years… I can't believe he'd do something like that to you," said Sasha.

"Neither did I," I said sadly. "But it looks like I'm finally meeting the real Randy."

Our food soon came, our conversation moving on, not only because it was upsetting me but because I'd had enough of chatting about Randy fucking Orton. He was all I'd spoken about and thought about for 24 hours and I wanted to change the fucking record. I was done with him now so I needed to completely wipe him out.

So we chatted about Paige instead as we ate, grilling her on her new boyfriend and how things were going. It was nice to talk about something else and indulge in someone else's life rather than my own. It was a refreshing break and allowed me to forget about my own problems, even if it was only for a short time.

With the food eaten, I decided to ask the girls for another favour. Since I knew it was risky to have Dean in Hunter's house again, I wondered if they'd cover for me again tonight, telling anyone who asked that I was with them rather than being in a hotel room with him.

It had been crazy enough having Dean at the house yesterday, especially when Steph had knocked on my door and had almost caught us together. I couldn't risk that happening again, so if I wanted to spend my nights with Dean, they had to be away from my brother. And since I had no other alibi to be away from his home other than seeing the girls, I asked for their help once again.

"Can you guys cover for me again tonight?" I asked them as we perused the dessert menu. "Dean snuck into Hunter's house yesterday and almost got caught by Steph. Kinda don't want it happening again."

"Of course," smiled Paige.

"Things seem to be going well for you two," added Sasha.

"They are," I blushed. "Through all this Randy shit, Dean is the one thing keeping a smile on my face."

"I love that he makes you so happy," beamed Sasha. "It's good to see."

"I've never been happier," I said honestly. "He just makes everything so much better."

"Do you think you love him?" asked Paige.

"I'm getting there," I replied. "The way he takes care of me, the way he makes me smile, how he treats me… I'm definitely falling in love."

"But if that's the case, you need to tell your brother soon," Paige said honestly. "Dean is your boyfriend, and you're falling in love. Hunter has to know at some point."

"And the longer you leave it, the worse it's gonna be," added Sasha.

"I know," I sighed sadly. "But with all this Randy shit, now is really not the best time to throw another issue at him."

"I get that," said Paige. "And we are more than happy to cover for you in the meantime. But promise you'll think about telling him soon."

"I will," I said, nodding.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, Paige was right. Hunter needed to know the truth about Dean and I. He was my big brother and he deserved to know that his little sister had a boyfriend, especially when said boyfriend was one of his own employees. The longer I left it, the worse it would be, I knew this.

But Hunter was having one problem after another, and I didn't want to make things worse. He was stressed out enough so telling him I was seeing Dean was an unnecessary stress to him. I needed the dust to settle first before I said anything.

Plus I needed to brace myself for the onslaught of anger and negativity he'd no doubt throw my way.

It was a tough thing to face, but I knew I'd have to eventually.

xXx

"You alright?" asked Dean that night. We were currently in a hotel room I'd managed to book for us, laying in bed, watching some TV. The room was next door to Roman and Seth's but it offered us just a little bit of privacy and time to be by ourselves. Besides there was no better feeling than being cuddled in his arms all snug and cosy, relaxing into his warmth and enjoying how near he was.

"I'm fine," I said, watching the television.

"Now I know that's a lie," he said, moving to look at my face. "You haven't been yourself all night, Holly."

"It's just the Randy stuff," I said, knowing there was no hiding anything from Dean. He was able to read me like a book. "And after having a conversation with the girls at lunch, I know I have to tell Hunter about you and I soon."

I gently rubbed soothing circles into my hip. "You know I'm happy to tell him whenever you're ready," he assured me. "And I'll be by your side throughout it all."

"It's just scary," I said. "He won't approve. If Randy reacted how he did, Hunter will be ten times worse."

"We've made our bed, we have to lie in it," said Dean. "If we want to be together, we have to face him."

"I just don't think we should do it right now," I said. "The situation with Randy has really taken its toll on Hunter and I don't think me confessing I'm with you is going to help him right now."

"So what do you suggest?" Dean asked.

"Give it a week or so," I proposed. "Let everything calm down and let Hunter get back to himself again. Then we can both sit down with him and explain our situation in a calm manner."

"If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do," he said, gently kissing my forehead.

"It's going to mean another week of doing all this behind his back, but I think it's best for now," I said.

It was like I was trying to convince myself but I knew this was the best course of action. We'd been hiding our relationship for this long. A few more days would not hurt us.

Sleep eventually began to take over us and it wasn't long until we turned off the TV and lights and settled into bed together. I needed the sleep and the rest and so did Dean. And there was nothing better to get me to sleep than to be lying curled up and Dean Ambrose's arm, my head resting against his bare chest.

Dean was the kind of guy who hated pajamas and only slept in his underwear. He was getting no complaints from me! The less clothing the better in my opinion. Dean had probably the greatest body I'd ever seen and to be up close and personal with it, even in sleep, was always a treat.

The gentle lull of his heart beat soon got me off to sleep, both of us happy for it to come.

Sweet dreams came to me that night, pleasant dreams, the sort of dreams that made me smile, made me grin, made me never want to wake up.

Knock, knock, knock…

Happy dreams, warming dreams, blissful dreams filled with Dean and I, the two of us together.

Knock, knock, knock…

Just him and I, in our meadow, the one he'd taken me too back in Connecticut, all alone, his lips on mine.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

My eyes shot open, my body sitting upright in bed. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep, but my dreams were now certainly over. I looked towards the bedroom door, a loud noise sounding on the other side. At first I thought it was part of my dream but it was far too real, far too loud, and I knew the noise was coming from reality.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I looked over at Dean but he was sound asleep, completely dead to the world, and I knew he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. So I decided to check out the sound myself. I silently got out of the bed and slipped on my dressing gown, fastening it around me. I slipped on my slippers and left the bedroom, leaving Dean to sleep, shutting the door behind me. The living and kitchen area of the hotel room was shrouded with the darkness of night.

I switched on the light and looked towards the door of the room, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, my heart pounding a little nervously. I wasn't sure if I could do this on my own, so I turned on my heel in order to fetch Dean.

The sound of a voice on the other side of the door stopped me in my tracks.

"Open up, Holly," said the muffled voice of Randy. "I know you're in there."

Shit…

I blinked, turning to look back at the door, my breath caught in my throat.

How the fuck had he found me here? What the hell was he even doing here? What the fuck did he want?

Goosebumps appeared on my skin but I knew they were anxious ones. I stared at the door, hesitant to open it, not wanting him anywhere near me. I thought the talk in the bar would be the last time I'd see him but clearly I was wrong. Randy had found me and from his consistent knocking on the door, he was not leaving until he had spoken to me.

"I can see the light, Holly," he said. "Let me in."

I knew he wasn't going to let up and at this rate he would wake up the entire hotel. So I took a chance. I walked towards the door and gently opened it.

He looked fucking awful, the purple bags under his eyes even darker, the stubble on his chin even longer. He was still wearing the same clothes I'd seen him wear in the bar and he absolutely stank of alcohol. He leant against the door frame, his eyes heavy. He was very drunk.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him calmly.

"I want… I want to talk," he slurred, his voice broken from the alcohol.

"You can't be here," I told him. "Randy, you need to go."

"I wanna talk to you, Holly," he said. "Why won't you let me talk?"

"Its 3 in the morning," I said in a hushed tone. "You're going to wake up the entire floor."

"Then let me in and I'll shut up," he insisted.

I stared at him for a few moments, knowing I needed to get him inside and sobered up. He was in a complete state and I knew it would be wrong to let him go on his own whilst he was like this.

"Fine," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "You've got 5 minutes then I'm calling you a cab and getting you out of here."

This was the last thing I needed, and I was in no mood to talk to him right now. But I didn't want to cause a commotion and I didn't want to get thrown out of the hotel for loud behaviour. I just knew I needed him out before Dean woke up. I dreaded to think what would happen if the two men saw each other.

He walked past me, wobbling on his feet as he entered the hotel room. He looked around. "Nice place," he muttered.

"How did you find me?" I asked, my arms folded.

"It's amazing what a tired receptionist on the night shift will tell you," he said as he turned to face me. "I wanted to talk to you."

"I have nothing to say, Randy," I said. "And I think you said everything you needed to yesterday."

"You just upped and left the bar," he accused. "You barely gave me a chance to defend my actions."

"You attacked Dean out of jealousy," I said incredulously. "What possible defence is there for doing that?"

"Because he took what was mine!" he said aloud. "You were mine. You'd been mine for 12 fucking years, and he just took you without a second thought!"

"Randy, you need to calm down and keep quiet," I insisted, gently approaching him.

"No, I won't calm fucking down," he yelled. "I hate him. I hate him, Holly."

I placed my hands on his forearms, needing him to relax. He was pissed out of his brain and I couldn't have him like this.

"Randy, sit down and I'll get you some water," I said, gently guiding him to a chair. "Can you sit down for me?"

"I don't want to."

"Please," I insisted. "Just sit down, let me get you a drink and then we can talk."

"Okay," he nodded. Thankfully he listened and sat down, giving me chance to go to the kitchen area to get him a glass of water.

I opened a cupboard and retrieved a glass, turning on the tap and filling the glass up. He needed to sober up, he needed to calm the hell down, and he needed to stop this. There was no talking to a person when they're drunk, so the best thing Randy could do was drink some water and get some sleep. I needed to phone him a cab and get him the hell out of here.

I switched the tap off and turned around, the glass almost slipping from my hand when I saw he had gotten up and was suddenly behind me. I gasped, dropping the glass onto the counter as he stood there, his face inches from mine.

"Kiss me," he said softly, his hands going either side of my body to rest on the counter. He had me trapped. "I miss your mouth, I miss the way it tastes."

He leant in, ready to kiss me, but I quickly raised my hand, slapping him across his face.

"NO!" I said sternly. "For fuck sake, Randy. You need to stop that."

He clasped his cheek with his hand, the skin slowly going red before he looked up at me, his whole body seeming a lot more sober. His face looked insanely angry. I feared for a moment that he would attack me like he had Dean, but I knew that wasn't Randy. No matter how bad anything got, he'd never hurt a woman and he would certainly never hurt me.

His glare was so intense that it was hard to break away from it.

"It's not fair," he growled through gritted teeth. "It's not fucking fair! Why the fuck does he get you so easily, yet I've been here all this time and you hardly even looked at me?"

"You were my friend, Randy," I explained. "You were my best friend in the whole wide world. And whilst I loved you, I was never in love with you. You meant so damn much to me, it's killed me to see what's happened to you these last few days."

"You could have learned to love me," he insisted and his voice was rising again. "We could have been good together."

"It would never have worked," I said sadly. "It wouldn't have been fair on either of us."

"So you picked him instead?" he shouted. "It could have been anybody, but it had to be fucking him!"

"Randy," I said, trying again to keep the peace. "You need to calm down for me."

"No I fucking don't!" he yelled. "The last thing I need is to calm down. I'm pissed off!"

"Randy, please, I-"

But I was quickly cut off by the sound of a door opening. Randy and I both looked as the bedroom door swung open, a very tired looking Dean emerging from behind it, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked in his tired stupor, his body becoming very much awake as soon as his eyes looked at Randy.

The room was suddenly shrouded in silence as the two men looked at each other, the atmosphere so tense and stifling that I felt as if I was suffocating. It was like I was on a knife's edge, unsure of which man would crack first.

My eyes flicked between them both, the two of them still as statues, the one thing I wanted to avoid happening in front of my very eyes. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, pounding so heavy and so hard I was afraid it would burst straight from my chest.

And that's when I noticed Dean's face darken. That's when I noticed his trembling hands ball into fists and his jaw tighten up in anger. His eyes were foggy and vacant, like he wasn't really there. And that's because Dean wasn't.

The lunatic had taken over.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" asked Randy, the anger radiating off him in waves. And then realisation dawned on him. "Are you two… sleeping together…?"

But I barely had time to answer because Dean was heading Randy's way, fists ready to fly. Randy must have sensed his movements because he was already waiting for him. The two men suddenly locked up before Dean threw Randy to the ground, a full blown wrestling match beginning.

Dean sat on his chest, fists flying into Randy's face repetitively, each hit echoing around the room. I watched in shock as hit after hit flew his way before Randy managed to roll him away, pushing him off and rolling Dean against the wall before grabbing his head and hitting it off the plaster.

I screamed, both men rolling around, neither letting up as hit after hit flew their way. Both had drawn blood and both were getting some good punches in. I couldn't break them apart, I couldn't even get near them, both of them too lost in the fight.

"Stop!" I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears.

Thankfully, the commotion had been loud enough to wake up Seth and Roman next door and I gasped as both men flew through the door.

"What is-" began Seth, but he soon got his answer as he saw the men caught up in their brawl. Dean's brothers took action immediately, neither afraid to get involved. They went for a man each, delving in and prying them apart, Roman holding back Dean as Seth held back Randy. I stared at both men, my vision blurry from the tears that had built, a couple falling silently down my cheeks. All they could do was glare at each other, both out of breath, both sweating from the fight, both covered in blood, each trying to break free to get to the other.

It was taking everything Seth and Roman had to keep them apart, but thankfully the fight had worn them out so the restraints were working.

This was one scene I never wanted to see. My best friend and my boyfriend fighting with such hatred and fire. The RKO seemed like nothing compared to this all out brawl and it fully cemented for me the fact that things would never be the same again.

I could never be friends with Randy after this. And even if by some miracle I could, he and Dean would never get on. And I'd never be able to stand that. Randy had come in drunk, he'd come on to me yet again, and he'd fought Dean right before my very eyes.

I wasn't standing for this anymore. I was officially done.

"You stay away from her, you fucking cunt," Dean growled, his tone venomous and sinister.

"Make me," Randy spat, the words winding Dean up, making him lash out more. Thankfully Roman was able to hold him back.

"Enough," I cried out, the tears falling even harder. "Please stop."

"Fuck this shit," said Randy as he looked at me. "Fuck both of you. I'm going where I should have gone the second I heard about this."

My eyes widened and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "W-Where are you going?" I asked, my voice laced with panic.

"Your brother deserves to know the fucking truth," he said as he wiggled to break free from Seth's grasp.

"NO!" I cried, but it was too late.

He backed Seth up against the wall at speed, causing him to break the hold. Seth fell to the floor, his back in pain, Randy giving me last lingering look before bolting out of the room and out of sight.

Again, a huge thanks to lauraxxx, angelsdee327, dutchangel1979, kimberly316, ambrose-kohli-girl, Raquel the writer, Seth Rollins babe, beautifultragedyxxx, Marina, calwitch, Debwood-1999, xXTheKatsMeowXx, Morrowsong, Tantoune, DeeMarie426, 2112brittbritt and my guest reviewer for their kind words about the last chapter