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Chapter 4: The Drunken Stray Dog Who Finally Learned Her Name.
It was quiet, and the only sound was these soft thuds, that could stop another heart from beating. Everything was slowly going up and down. And through her nose crawled the scent of cigarettes, old spice, and him at his natural state. She felt the warmth that emanated from this base, which had its arms snaked around her frame, holding her close. Her nose nuzzled into the nape of his neck. It was bliss, feeling his breath writhe on her flesh.
It's been two days since that fateful night between Vivienne and Dean whom happen to be back at their normal behaviour. By normal meaning that they can't spend even a millisecond together within the room without them breaking out in quarrel almost everything. Roman managed to make it as well and ever since his arrival there seems to be a balance within the household. He tends to be the 'referee' between the altercations of Vivienne and Dean.
Seth on the other hand has been awfully distant, or for that matter bitter with the rest of the household. With Roman, not so much so, but with Dean and his own sister? It was another story. Vivienne however at sitting with the table with Dean and Roman and realizing her brother wasn't showing up once more, bothered her all the more. Having enough she slammed her hands on the table as she then walked towards his room where she knocked on his door.
"Who is it?"
"Open up Seth!" At her order, Seth slightly opened the door, however Vivienne pushed by past him and into his room where she sat on his bed, her eyes boring themselves into her brother's own as he closed the door.
"What do you want Viv?"
"What the hell is your deal Seth? You sure as hell been acting like a dick ever since like what, two days ago? The fuck did I do? The hell Dean did for you to out of left field wake up and start treating us like trash?" Vivienne pressed her brother whom only remained standing with his arms crossed against his chest, his eyes even avoiding Vivienne. Seth didn't say a word and only shuffled his feet as then Vivienne stood up from his bed and stood right before him.
"Answer me Seth, the hell did I do? You haven't seen me in god knows how many fucking years and this is how you decide to treat me on like the sixth day of spending time with you? What happened to the Seth whom wanted to hang out with me, show me around, all that crap you said to be when I first showed up at your door. What? You said fuck that idea?"
"Vivienne! It's not even you so please shut up."
"Oh, so its Dean? So because it's Dean fucking Ambrose you have to take it out on me? I'm here sitting on my ass trying to figure it out, so please enlighten me, what the hell did Dean do?"
"I want you to stay away from him." Seth blankly stated, stoic as ever as he finally locked eyes with his sister whose facial expression was barely readable. His voice was barely audible, as though it almost pained him to say those seven words.
Vivienne stepped back a bit, surprised, and overwhelmed in a compound of emotions. "..I don't understand.."
"He's dangerous Vivienne. I mean he's a great guy and all, but I saw what happened between you two that night." Vivienne was still baffled, bewildered by what she's hearing from her older brother. Vivienne then remember what he spoke up. She remembers the old spice, the cigarettes, him, and how smooth his hair was. She remembered the less vivacious side of Dean Ambrose, whom had his arms snaked around her as they rested together on the couch.
"That, which was nothing Seth! You know damn well I can't stand the guy! Everyone, including Ambrose himself knows I can't stand him. So I don't know what the hell your deal is!"
"Viv! You just don't do shit like that with a guy you hate! Dean is trouble, and I want you to stay out of trouble!"
From outside, Roman glanced at Ambrose whom held a solemn look on his face, as he remained quiet. Everything that was being discussed was heard, for both siblings seemed to have reached a certain peak to their anger, and of course had poor control of their volume.
"You come here being with me escaping your past troubles, and I'm glad to help. And here I am trying to help by telling you to stay away from Dean!" Ambrose had enough hearing his name being shouted in a closed up room as he stood up from the table, grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger and walked out of the house. Roman ran towards the door.
"Dean! Where the hell are you going?" He called out, but Dean didn't turn around, he didn't turn his head at all. Vivienne and Seth looked at each other as they heard the booming voice of Roman as they looked at each other. Seth looked upset, more at himself as he shook his head as he pushed his dual-toned hair back. "Shit.." He muttered to himself as Vivienne ran out of the room and stared at Roman who closed the entrance door behind him.
"What happened?" Seth inquired, with much agitation notated in his tone. Roman tried his hardest not to glare at Seth he was both upset and disappointed at the things he heard from him.
"He obviously heard what the hell you were buzzing off about Seth. God damn you can't just even let two people get along even as friends just because you worry about Dean? I'm sure your sister can hold her ground, and it's like she said, whatever happened that night, meant nothing because she can't tolerate the guy." Vivienne felt a knot form in her throat at seeing what was going on in the house.
A feeling of regret was consuming her, feeling as though she should've kept quiet.
She can't tolerate the guy.
I can't stand the guy!
The words rang in her head, and she felt all the more sunk. Feeling horrible, for she sounded like such an asshole. She could only imagine how he felt. No, she couldn't, she wasn't in his shoes, she wasn't in that predicament of sitting down in a table and hearing your name being bad mouthed. She was nowhere near that position. She was far from it.
Vivienne moved in close to Roman, whom throughout the two days of him being here she's managed to develop a rather rapid friendship, bond with the male. He placed his hand behind her back, slowly rubbing it as Vivienne's breathing grew heavy by passing seconds. It was becoming hard to breathe once more. She held onto Roman's arm as she fumbled back.
The gasps for air became prevalent, they were perceptible.
"Vivienne?!" Both Seth and Roman alarmed called out as Roman only scoped Vivienne into his arms, and guided her to the sofa where she laid down. Seth on the other hand grabbed a random magazine as he fanned her some air.
I'm a horrible person. Horrible. I don't hate this guy; he just gets on my nerves.
Horrible.
I'm so horrible.
The thoughts plagued Vivienne's mind as her breathing slowly began to relax. "What's wrong with her Seth?" Asked Roman who pulled a chair to her side, Seth with his head low continued to lightly fan his sister.
"It's happened ever since she was a kid. It's either lack of air, or she begins to gag. We never really knew, doctors neither. It just happens out of random, especially when her emotions… are out whirl…" Seth felt responsible; guilty for what condition his sister is finding herself in. Also responsible as to god knows where the hell Dean went.
Seth took hold of his coat and slipped it on and grabbed the keys as well to his car. "I'm going to go out.. and get some stuff for us.. I'll be back. Call me if anything Roman.." Seth eyed his sister once more, who blankly stared at the ceiling before walking out.
Roman, the concern notable on his features only sucked his teeth. Vivienne, much controlled now only groaned in self-frustrations. "Fuck, not again…"
"Are you okay Vee?" A nickname he came up with for Vivienne. "I'm alright Roman.. I'm alright.." She mumbled as she stared up into the warm brown eyes of Roman whom only pushed her hair out of her face.
"Things will get fixed up in no time okay?"
"What about Dean, is he going to show up?" That was her main concern. Dean was unpredictable; one can't tell what he's going to be about. It was almost like her, she could disappear any moment she wants to, without saying a word, without a care. But realizing this is probably how others who care probably feel, it makes Vivienne reconsider her actions and self all the more now.
"Who knows, Dean is erratic.. He'll probably not even show up tonight. You should've seen the look on his face Vee. The most serious I've seen him."
"Don't say that.." The guilt consuming her all the more. "Vivienne Lopez, caring?" Teased Roman, trying to lighten up the mood. Vivienne sat up as she lightly shoved Roman, slightly giggling.
"I have feelings you know?"
"I didn't know care was in your arsenal!" Vivienne shoved Roman once more before he placed a reassuring hand onto her shoulder. "He'll be back, so no worries."
Night time fell, Roman and Vivienne found themselves simply watching the Batman Trilogy. Seth came through the door, breathing heavily as he was soaking wet. Vivienne glanced at her brother, and so did Roman as he dropped bags of grocery by the entrance of the door.
"Any signs of Dean…?" Seth asked, bringing up the dreaded question as Vivienne only lowered her head.
"Not at all. I've even tried reaching him through his phone and it goes straight to voicemail."
"Don't bother, Ambrose is used to being alone almost all his life, he left and he can find his way back. He's being over dramatic, and hell maybe desperate for attention." Seth annoyed by the 'childish' behaviour of his partner. Vivienne looked at her own brother with disbelief, and Roman only shook his head.
"Unbelievable Seth. You've known him longer than I have and this is the shit you give?"
"And what exactly do you want me to do Vivienne?! Go out there in the fucking rain and look for him as though he's some stray dog?"
Before Vivienne could even muster words that express her frustrations, her pocket began to vibrate. Pulling out her phone, she stared at the screen as the number appeared unknown.
"Hello?" She quickly answered.
"You know this area a little bit better than me Princess.. So how about you come find me… will ya? I ain't exactly at my best.." The all too familiar voice on the other line, slurred. The person, Dean Ambrose, inebriated, drunk.
Vivienne stood up from the couch as she supported the phone with her shoulder as she slipped on her jacket. Roman was ready to go as well, however Vivienne only shook her head.
"I'm sure you'll find me with the greatest of ease Princess. Just come before I punch one of these fuckers in their damn faces!" The last words yelled out towards someone else as then began that mad laugh of his as then the line went dead. Vivienne already knew where he was, he can tell by the sounds of in the backgrounds of cue balls on the billiard tables and the horrible quality Christmas music from a presuming old jukebox.
She slipped her phone into her back pocket as she stared at her brother and Roman. "I'm going to go get Dean. You guys stay here." Vivienne walked by past Seth as she snatched from his hands the keys to his car.
Vivienne stared at the bar from the inside of the car with much hesitation. She hated bars; she never came out of a bar without a physical altercation. But she knew she had to get Dean. This is pay back for picking me up at the airport I guess.. just with a twist..? Vivienne tried reassuring herself, not wanting to think she at the least bit cares for Dean. But to a certain extent she does, for here she is, picking him up in a not so safe bar.
Stepping out of the car, Vivienne cracked her knuckles as she crossed the street and entered the area. The aroma of the place reeked of beer, vomit, and pine. The drunken men who were there wolf whistled at the female; however, right there and then heard a bottle crack. Vivienne glanced to the corner to see Dean about to kick someone on the gut after cracking the bottle on their head.
"Dean! Stop it!" Called out Vivienne as she ran towards his direction and took hold of his arm. "Take that drunk fuck out of my bar right now miss."
"Yeah next time maybe if you ride your boyfriend's dick good enough he wouldn't have to come over here and take out his frustrations on us people whom are only trying to have a good time." Vivienne felt herself flare at the commentary being spat towards her direction.
"You guys don't know shit, so how about you shut the fuck up or else." She threatened. And this was it, the reason her and bars never mixed, especially sober. One would think her drunk would bring out the more erratic, vivacious nature of Vivienne, but even sober she's a force to be reckoned with.
Ambrose whom had his arm slung around Vivienne's shoulder would pull her close as the two slowly stumbled over to the exit of the bar. "Watch it little lady, talk like a man you'll get treated like one." A burly man would stand before her and Ambrose, as Vivienne stared up at him. Not a single inch of intimidation read on her face.
Ambrose however shoved the guy who landed on his ass, and before he could get back up Vivienne rushed out of the bar with a drunken Dean Ambrose on her shoulder. Stepping out of the bar and rushing towards the car, she opened the passenger seat door as she slipped Dean inside, and buckled him in. Dean only sat back on his seat as she then plopped herself onto the driver seat.
However, Dean began to thrash about on his chair as he clutched his head and rested it on the dashboard. Vivienne didn't know how to react. Her lips were parted but no sound emitted from them, as she turned the key, and got the engine started.
Vivienne placed her hand on the steering wheel, however Dean picked his head up and placed his hand on top of Vivienne's.
"So you really don't like me huh Princess? Am I that much of a bother?"
"Come on Dean, let's just go home." Vivienne tried slipping her hand out of his grip, avoiding the topic. Dean only strengthened his grip as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Though his eyes were low, he kept his gaze fixated on Vivienne.
"Do you really hate me Vivienne..?" And that was the first time Dean Ambrose said her name, and he couldn't even say it sober, no he was drunk out his ass. Smelling like nothing but a brewery. Vivienne stared at Ambrose, whom only closened in on Vivienne, his hands now on her shoulder as he pressed her against the door frame.
Vivienne shook her head, not wanting what was going to happen. But he was so close. And although he smelled like beer, there was the familiar scent that has remained stuck, tantalizing her for so long. Old spice, cigarettes, and Dean Ambrose. His face, inched little by little to Vivienne's.
Her bottom lip trembled, still shaking her head. She wanted to say no, but couldn't even utter a word, only a whimper. "Dean.." Vivienne turned her head to the side, only to feel the smooth lips of Dean pressed against her cheek, before his head dropped onto her shoulder, into the nape of her neck. Where he planted soft kisses against her flesh. His teeth slightly nibbled her. She felt the chills crawl up and down her spine, she felt her body go feverish from the simple signs of… affection?
Dean took in all of her. Cinnamon and vanilla, all with her own twist, her own scent. Dean realized what he'd done would quickly pull away, as he stared at the rather frozen Vivienne. He sat back into his seat. Vivienne had no words, couldn't budge an inch.
"What the hell was that..?" She asked outloud, but Ambrose didn't respond as he only closed his eyes.
"Sorry about that sunshine.. Alcohol makes me do crazy things.." Vivienne didn't say a word, as she only began to drive off. Her cheek warm, and her mind in delirium from disbelief and pleasure.
"He's alright now. Fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. I left a bucket by side him in case he wanna you know, throw up and all that. He's been asking for you, so whenever you want you can go ahead and pass by."
"How about Seth?"
"He looks like shit. Probably feels like it too."
"He's a horrible friend."
"But he's trying to be a good brother." Roman tried his best to see both side of the stories, and both situations through each of the person's lens.
"I'm not a little girl Roman, I can handle myself. I think I can handle Ambrose." Roman looked away, not being able to support her statement. "It's not a matter of handling, its all safety. He trusts you Viv, but he doesn't trust Dean with you.."
Vivienne remained silent, as Roman slightly tapped the door. "Good night Vee, see ya in the morning."
"Night…Roman.." Vivienne remained speechless, not really knowing how to react to what was told to her. Ambrose shouldn't be trusted with me. Bitterly she thought as she stood up from her bed and walked out of her room and stood before Dean's door. As so did her brother Seth.
"Look.." They both started.
"Me first, Vivienne, I'm sorry. I truly am. You know I only want nothing but the best for you."
"You don't know what's best for me Seth, I'm sorry. And in regards to Dean.. he's not that insane as you guys make him out to be. Not to me at the least. His antics are pretty entertaining, and he's the only person I've met that isn't afraid to go toe to toe with me. Sure he annoys the living shit out of me, but he's a little bit more accepting than others."
With that said, Vivienne only turned the knob to Dean's room, and before Seth could reach out, she closed the door behind her. The lights in the room dimmed, almost off, however allowed her visage to see the resting figure of Ambrose. She walked over to him, taking note of how his brown locks sprawled and covered his face. Vivienne tucked his strands behind his ear, allowing his lips to then be revealed.
She felt it all once more, and from the memory itself her body rushed in heat. She shook her head, trying to pry the thought, the feeling of his breath against her skin, the feeling of his lips, the way his teeth slightly nibbled her. She rubbed her neck with her hand.
"Thank you.." She snapped out of her thoughts.
"For what..?"
"For finding me, like they shit of a stray dog I am. And for bringing me back. I think you're the only person that has done that. Other than a fucking wrestling ring ya know?"
Vivienne didn't know what to say, as she could only chuckle before shaking her head once more.
"You're not a dog Ambrose, that's praising you a little bit too much."
Dean only laughed as he dug his face into his pillow. "You hurt me Princess."
"Deal with it sunshine." Grinned Vivienne. "Why can't shit ever go down normal between us two?"
"Normalcy doesn't collaborate with monsters much like us Princess.."