A/N: Thank you so much once again to those whom alerted, followed or favourited for that matter. And a special thanks to Guest, charmedbyortonbarrett, MRSCMPUNK1, MistyKnight, Sonib89, KatieKazaMizAwesome, Guest, Livin on the EDGE, HalloweenBarbie for your amazing reviews as always! You guys are just fantastic, always reviewing me your thoughts, makes a gal feel real good about herself! Really.
Either way I'm not going to say much, except leave it up to you guys to enjoy this chapter. However they are going to spend time in New York City. I for one am from New York City and I should say I will include Times Square and such how you guys see on television, however I made Vivienne live in a part of New York City that isn't ever shown on television and it's Uptown Manhattan. Allows the story to have its own blend.
I was also messaged asking when are Dean and Vivienne going to finally get it on, and honestly speaking I don't want to rush into that. Dean Ambrose isn't the only complex character within the story, so is Vivienne. It's taking a lot from them both to even agree playing this thing they call a 'game'. But it will happen, patience is virtue darlings.
Enough rambling! I owe nothing that corresponds with the WWE.
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Chapter 11: Cursed Serendipity.
"It's bullshit, complete bullshit." Dolph grunted underneath his breath as he was strapping on his wrestling boots.
"Please, calm down, you getting like this isn't going to solve a thing alright? Being so damn emotional is only probably going to cause you the match or even botch for that matter. You can't afford that right now."
"I can't calm down right now alright? Everything that has happened up until now, it's all that fucking Dean Ambrose's fault!" He spat; in his mind the imagine of Vivienne and Dean wrapped up into each other's arms boggled him, tormented him, and brought forth a rage of jealousy he had poor control of. Vivienne was supposed to be his, and he was so close, so close to having her truly for himself and with the greatest of ease she was snatched away. He hadn't heard from her since the phone call that didn't end so well. But he knew he lost her, she was gone. Just like that night in New Years, snatched from his hold by Dean Ambrose.
"I'll take care of it alright?"
Dean glanced up at the figure, which bore their eyes into his own as they only tapped his shoulder, the smirk on the person's lips worried him, he didn't know what to expect. Nonetheless from them. "What do you mean?"
"They'll both pay."
"No, no, I want Vivienne back, don't you get it?"
"You can't have her back Dolph, she's his, and because of this pain, this torture the two have managed to put you through, they should be punish, and I promise you, if you help me out, we'll make sure they can't find happiness, not an inch of it what so ever." Dolph glanced down at his boots, his knot tightened at the offer placed on the table. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew he couldn't say no to it. The person was right. Vivienne is at fault as well, and she as well deserves to suffer along with Dean Ambrose.
"He comes back September; I'll ask around to see if she's going to be tagging along. If so, the plan can ensure all the more easier."
"What plan?"
"I'll tell you then."
This is legitimately the first time in two months; it now being June, fresh into the summer of Ohio, and this is the first time Dean Ambrose has stepped out from his house. Doctors were astonished by his speedy recovery and detox process, and of course he had nobody to thank but Vivienne whom day and night was right by his side, making sure to take care of him. He watched Spring fly by his eyes through a window. He couldn't help but admit it to himself; if it wasn't for Vivienne he probably wouldn't have made the recovery.
He inhaled the bittersweet toxin of his cigarette as he glanced towards the driver's seat as he felt the wind burst through the open windows. He stared at Vivienne, and god every day he swore to himself that she became fucking beautiful. Effortlessly, and he couldn't believe that she was here by side him. This fucking beauty caring about a piece of shit like himself. How the wind blew through the wavy tousles of her rustic auburn hair. He could catch her scent, the sweetness of cinnamon and vanilla and all he can do is grin, as his eyes wandered from her profile face, down to her body. She was wearing a deep v-neck white shirt with high waist denim shorts that hugged her body to perfection. The summer was here, and her curves were exposed, and never had he seen her like this, so free.
He met her during the winter so course he won't be able to see her dressed how she is now, but even in winter, she looked straight out of 1960s films with the way she dressed, with her modern touch of course. She carried herself high, took care of herself, and the only times her appearance wasn't to impress was when she wore her sweatpants and tank top. But even then, she was flawless. And now, now he was speechless. His eyes trailed from her collarbone to the sheerness of her white shirt. He could see the lace red bra she wore underneath, and that caused him to take a deep drag of his cigarette, making him cough. Vivienne whom was focused on the road before her glanced towards Dean whom was slightly flustered.
"The fuck is wrong with you now?"
Dean only grinned as he shrugged his shoulders, no longer looking at her but looked at the scenery from the trip. Vivienne managed to convince Dean to go to New York City with her; she wanted to spend some time of the summer within the city since apparently it's a bit more enjoyable then. She's spent her time begging since April since Dean is truly anti-New York. Things between the two have definitely been more different. Even after Dean no longer got any chills, they still shared a bed together for they grew accustomed to the comfort of each other's arms. Though of course the arguing ensued none the less, it was different.
They knew it was different, and it worried them, scared them, but they made a deal on that night where they sealed the agreement, that they would pull through this game, no matter what. Their prides were on the line, along with the feelings they knew but refused to acknowledge that they had for one another. They couldn't give up, and although the excuse they tried their bests to blind themselves was that they are in it to pull through to see where it goes, because they didn't want to give, but the reality was far from that. They didn't want to go through another three months not hearing a word, not speaking to each other where they only sunk themselves in self-deluded madness.
"Can a guy choke on his own smoke?"
"You must take me for an idiot; you've probably been smoking since like your teenage years right? How the fuck you're gonna start choking now?"
Dean chuckled, she always knew what to say, a smart mouth like him. For two months of sharing the same place together, to the same bed, eating breakfast together – the two learned a lot more about one another. He wasn't so clueless as to whom was Vivienne Soleil Lopez. Vivienne always knew who Dean Ambrose was, hell she knew about Jon Moxley as well after all because of her brother she's an avid Professional Wrestling fan – but she never had an idea of who was Jonathan Good and now she has a smidge, a hint of whom he is. Dean Ambrose, Jox Moxley were complex exaggerations of whom Jonathan Good was.
With a free hand she reached out and took hold of the cigarette that dangled at the corner of his lips as she placed it between hers. His eyes focused on her lips, watching how they pursed together to inhale the toxin. He slightly played with the hem of his collar as he felt his insides ting. Dean would be a liar if he hasn't countless thought of fucking the hell out of this woman. Since the first time he laid his eyes on her, after all she's a looker, a fox, a vixen, whatever the hell was the terminology to describe someone so enchanting that was her.
He's had dreams, dreams of taking a handful of her hair, the sounds of her moan directly in his ears, against his lips, their bodies intertwined and in a constant movement that corresponded with one another. Her eyes rolling back as her body twitched with each solid pound. Those acidic green eyes of her hazed with lust. He's had those vivid dreams that he was thankful he was the little spoon at times because she would've guarantee felt the morning wood from the times they sleep together.
Dean leaned over towards her cheek as his teeth took a bite on it, causing Vivienne to wince out loud. Dean plopped back into his passenger seat as with a free hand she began to slap his legs up to his stomach. Dean could only laugh as he would take hold of her hand with both of his and held it. Taming her wild movements. Vivienne glanced towards Dean, taking note of that infamous grin of his as she couldn't help but smirk as well, even if her cheek slightly ached from the bite, it at the same time felt well.
The feeling of pain, it always brought some sense of liveliness to her system. The goal for peace remained intact, its all she wants for herself, to live a life in some sort of solace, and when she was safest and tamed for three months she felt as if she was in a war-zone, a war-zone with herself. But the actual battle, Dean, and being with him, brought some sense of unstable tranquility. Everything was a paradox.
"Come on darling, didn't they teach you better driving lessons. Keep your hands on the fuckin' steering wheel before you get us both killed." He guided the hand which he held towards the steering wheel where she clutched it tightly before she snorted at his comment. She shifted the position of the cigarette on her lips as she spat it out the window. Her lipstick didn't smudge one bit, as she then licked her lips.
"Fuck you Jon," She retorted, however he ignored her comment as he leaned back into his seat and stared forward, at the passing cars.
"And you wonder why your lips always come out sore, that fuckin' mouth of yours deserves a punishment." Vivienne's mouth slightly widen as she felt her cheeks fluster at the comment. She wasn't accustomed being talked to like that, normally; she was the dominant figure in her past relationships. She felt her lips sting at the comment, as she could remember every single time they would kiss he failed at being tender, he devoured her whole, and as much as it tended to hurt, she loved every single second of it. The pain, and pleasure combined felt this hunger at the very pits of her being.
Vivienne cleared her throat as she took the sunglasses that hung from the V of her shirt and placed them on her face, realizing that the sun was beaming. They had only so far two hours on the road, eight more to get to New York City. They planned to split the trip 50/50. She drives five hours, and he would then drive the rest until the city. He didn't ask her many questions about the city, except what part of it she lived in, and he expected the typical downtown, however she told him uptown Manhattan. Hell, he's never heard of it, or even seen a damn inch of uptown New York. As known, he's not exactly friendly of the City.
But she wanted to spend some time of the Summer there before being in Ohio to finish the four months of his suspension and return to the big screen. One of his concerns as well was the fact that was he was now all the more known for his suspension and overdose news ending up all over the place. Hell even in his own hometown everyone came up to his house, trying to find out more and more, luckily Vivienne easily handled them. She assured him that Uptown he'll probably not be recognized so much. Dean closed his eyes, as he then felt satin like material on top of his hand. He knew what it was, as he responded to the tighten hold against his own. He chuckled, as then he felt Vivienne push through his fingers, lacing her hand with his.
It was awkward almost; the two weren't exactly professionals at this. It wasn't their exact cup of tea. But the difference was that they tried, they tried to at least put an effort to come out victorious from this game. This sick losing game. But they didn't want to win, as much as they wanted to win. For the results were unknown, and the two most confrontational people can't even face the unknown of their own feelings. For in the end that's what scares them most, themselves.
Vivienne glanced towards Dean, whom was already fast asleep. Preparing himself for his five hours driving. She softly smiled and shook her head. She couldn't deny the fact that she was ecstatic he was coming along with her. Astounded of course, but happy since Dean was coming along. Vivienne's fingers tapped onto the steering wheel as she began to hum and proceed to drive down the highway. The excitement biting every fiber of her body.
By the time it was midnight the two finally made it to New York City, and of course couldn't find a single parking spot outside so the car had to be put in the lot. Vivienne was right; this part of New York isn't something he's accustomed to. Not only were there no overly tall buildings, and a shitload of beaming lights, but even the nature of the people around was different. The sound of music he couldn't make up the lyrics to for it was in Spanish blared out of cars and although it was midnight there were still people out. You could hear your own thoughts in this part, Downtown had too many people, people whom were in a rush to go to designated destination and appeared almost mindless.
Dean snaked his arm around the waist of Vivienne as the two approached the apartment door. She glanced up towards his direction, slightly nudging his side with her elbow. "You're probably thinking I should live in a better area huh? But up here isn't so bad, I prefer it way more than down there. Everything is close by," She paused as she snapped her door open and the two entered inside. Vivienne removed herself from his hold as she switched on the lights to the hallway and then walked down the passage into the living room. Dean looked around as he noticed how plain her apartment was. She lived on the 7th floor and luckily had a fire escape.
"You know you can go outside right at the corner you'll get to the grocery store; the liquor store is a couple of blocks away, hell even fucking McDonalds. You don't need to drive anywhere to get to it." Vivienne kicked off her red chucks as she snatched Dean's bag from his hands. The apartment was tidy, and it was only suspected since it's been so long she's been here, and barely does she even stop here. After all, from what he told her she doesn't even have a year with the place, she officially got it after the TLC pay-per view as a means to escape Buffalo.
However it felt like her, the apartment that is. It had this relaxing vibe to it, even if he could hear music playing downstairs for after all it was a Saturday summer night. Vivienne was in her bedroom and she stared at her bed with disgust. Plopping the bags in the corner, she started to peel off the sheets from her bed and with them in hand went to the kitchen where she pulled out a big black plastic bag and tossed them inside.
"What are you up to now Sol?"
"I'm buying a new bed set tomorrow." She simply stated as she wrapped a knot onto the bag. Dean arched an eyebrow, confused by her statement. "And why the hell would you waste your money on that if," He leaned over the counter in the kitchen which allows him to peer into the living room, and her bed room. "That one looks like it's in perfect state."
"I'm not sharing a dirty bed with you Jon."
And it clicked, he remembered she told him that Dolph did come over and of course, she told him about Dolph. She didn't tell him exactly as to why she did what she did, or how it made her feel, but simply she was messing around with Dolph. Before Vivienne could step out of the kitchen, Dean took hold of her hand and pulled her towards him. Her hands against his chest as he slightly adjusted their position. He pressed Vivienne against the counter, and she spread her legs wider, allowing him to be right in between her.
He lowered his face to meet hers. "That doesn't bother me darling. I could give a fuck less if you two did something on that bed. How many times must I remind you, you're mine, got it?"
Dean spat, that domineering growl of his escaped the ends of his throat as Vivienne's face remained stoic, however the corner of her lips twitched as she tried her best to sustain a grin from forming, but Dean took notice and beamed as his fingertips trailed her jawline, before they cupped her chin and tilted her head back. Vivienne's lips inched forward, and before Dean could even seal the deal, his eyes snapped open at feeling that painful sensation surge through his lips. Vivienne roughly bit down on his lips before she pushed him off and ran off to the fire escape.
Dean reacted then, as he chased right after her, stepping outside, greeting the summer wind. Vivienne was sitting on the stairs, trying to climb upwards but he took hold of her ankle and pulled her down, however her toned legs weren't for display, they were really strong as she only wrapped them around his waist and pulled him towards her. She cupped his hands on his face and Dean was surprised by his actions, yet he couldn't complain as he with ease picked her up and flipped the positions. This time he sat on the stairs of the fire escape and she was on top. One arm was around her waist supporting her up.
He looked up at her, and her hands remained against his face before she dug her head into his shoulder. Sighing heavily. Dean looked up at the skies, though barely, he could make out some stars. "Tomorrow…let's go to Coney Island. Not for the beach or anything, just for the games, and in the night maybe hang out by the beach? Okay?" She mumbled underneath her breath as she lightly nibbled his shoulder.
"What are we five Sol?"
"Shut up Jon, and stop trying to be so damn mature when deep down you're just as annoying as a fucking kid." Dean stood up from the fire escape and held onto Vivienne whom kept herself wrapped around Dean. She was obviously tired since she was awake from four the in the morning making sure to get everything ready, and to even get more of his medication for in case anything was to happen down the road. He placed one arm underneath her bum to keep her up, and slowly he slipped underneath the window and back into the living room, where he closed the window and headed towards her bedroom, where the bed had no sheets but he didn't mind. He laid Vivienne down, as he remained on top, and he could feel all of her entirely being like this.
He was in between her legs as she slightly rubbed up into his groin and he only bit his lip, controlling the rage of his hormones. He stared down at her, her eyes closed and slowly her legs no longer remained wrapped around him, as they fell off. She was fast asleep. Dean tucked the wild strands of hair behind her ear as he removed himself from her body and only glanced to the side. She felt her breathing touch his face lightly, as his hand reached out to her face, the pad of his thumb slightly caressing her cheek.
I don't know how to repay you Sol. For everything you've done these past two fuckin' months. For dealing with me. I have no idea on how to repay you. I never owned anybody anything, and here you are Princess, complicating my fuckin' life.
"What is it babe?"
Seth at 3 o'clock in the afternoon received a phone call from his girlfriend whom happened to be in New York City seeing as she had to visit a friend of hers. For the past two months Seth has been struggling with the idea of not being able to reach Vivienne. He knows she hasn't changed her number at all for he calls the phone constantly and the number rings and rings, until it reaches her voice-mail. He's tried asking Roman if he's heard from Vivienne, and although he told him that he hasn't, he found himself having a hard time believing that. She didn't even call him for his passing birthday, and the thought of it bummed him out all the more. Normally she was the first to always tell him happy birthday, but this year she didn't at all.
He could hear the bustling sound of what sounded like carnival music, along with laughter and screaming.
"Where are you?"
Vivienne and Dean found themselves in Coney Island. Dean wasn't use to the idea of being around a crowd of people, hell let alone an amusement park. He never really had the chance to experience it, and the one thing he could be grateful about the suspension is that he's spending time with Vivienne upon his own accord. That itself has been a learning experience. He's been careful, he didn't want to fuck it up, and he didn't want to push her away, even if she looked like she was willing to pull through in this game.
However being here, he found himself in some sort of half-assed disguise. A cap on his head along with big framed sunglasses. His arm was around her shoulders and hers around his waist as the two held each other close. With their free hand, she clutched a stick of cotton-candy and him a cigarette.
Vivienne was surprised for it seemed he was legitimately enjoying himself. It's only logical however for a man who's been inside his house for almost three months to finally feel good having some fresh air. This was also her first time in Coney Island, so whatever she was experience with Dean at this moment was all new to her. She's never been to an amusement park. She refused the idea of going to them seeing as she wasn't really close to anybody in her family. Her only family was her brother Seth, her only friend was Seth. She couldn't even manage to stabilize friendships for she was deemed cold, heartless, and let alone bitter. She didn't care though. She didn't care nor put the effort of keeping friendships.
The two didn't even care they were at an amusement park for the first time of their lives. No, what they thought of, or let alone enjoyed was each other's presence and the fact that even if they've been barking at each other throughout the whole experience, they were at peace, and they were satisfied knowing they were there, together.
"I'm at Coney with Kat! Can you hear me?!" Seth pulled the phone away from his ear at hearing the screechy voice of his girlfriend blare from the phone. Hesitantly he pressed it against his ear. "Yeah, I can hear ya, whats up?"
"Your sister… I forgot her name.." Seth rolled his eyes, knowing that his sister and girlfriend don't exactly get along. "Vivienne," He reminded her.
"Yeah, Vivienne. I think I see her here! Did she dye her hair red or something?"
"Yeah, she did. Why what's up with her?"
"She's not exactly alone babe. I think I see her with that partner of yours I've seen ya on FCW and WWE with as well." Seth found himself snapping out of his seat, his eyes wide open. "Wait, wait, what?!"
"Yeah, Dean Ambrose he goes by right? I'm pretty sure it's him. There's no denying it even with his half-assed disguise. Why didn't you tell me they're dating? They are here with their arms wrapped all around each other, kissing and all that, kind of cute really." She mocked and Seth could only shake his head in disbelief, stuck in pure nihilism not believing a single word that was being fed at him.
"Baby, I'm going to call you back alright…" He managed to mutter out, and before she could say goodbye he hung up the phone and tossed it to the side. He shook his head, combing his fingers through his hair. "This can't be fucking happening, no, not Vivienne. Not fucking Vivienne." He muttered to himself. What he wanted to protect his sister all this time from, the monster in the dark, Dean Ambrose and he has failed. He disliked, no, detested the idea of his sister even being close with Dean, for he knew this would happen. He would dig his claws into her, and play with her.
"She's all a game to him, a fucking toy until he's fucking tired of her, and that's when he'll break her. That fucking bastard…" Seth has seen the many conquests and one night stands Dean Ambrose indulged himself in, he couldn't buy it, he couldn't believe an inch of him cared about Vivienne. Seth only grabbed the keys off the kitchen counter and headed out.
His sister was all he had to fend for, hell yes his girlfriend and other family members, but she was it. She's been his best friend and enemy since the beginning of time. He's taken so many hits for her, as she have for him. And knowing that she turned to him in November with a desperate call, begging for his help for she needed him. He promised her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. And already he feels as though he's failing her, for she's with the snake, the danger zone, Dean Ambrose.
"See, this isn't bad, couple of beers by the beach, huh? Not a fucking soul in sight." The two clanked their bottles against one another before Vivienne found herself nuzzling her head into the chest of Dean as she was in between his legs. The two sat on sand shore of the beach in Coney, already midnight and exactly how Vivienne, there was nobody in sight. Dean kept one arm around her frame, holding her close to his own as he only nodded his head lightly, the two stared at the waves that tried catching up to them, but seeing as the tides were a bit low, it wasn't going to happen.
They were physically drained due to all the activities they ensued in the amusement park. Repetitive amount of rides, and games, and any other occasion he would've just stopped and said he was going home, but he dealt with it. The look on her face every time they got on the Cyclone and hearing her yell from the top of her lungs was worth it all. He never seen her so free, barely ever she laughed, or seemed so damn happy. And he didn't want to ruin it, he wanted to keep it like this, keep her like this rather than that low look in her eyes she tends to have from time to time.
"This is exactly what was needed after all that shit we went through today. How's your throat Sol?" Dean mocked as he placed his chin onto her shoulder. Vivienne slightly elbowed him as she yawned afterwards.
"I'll like to think my voice sounds normal alright?" Obviously it didn't, it sounded a bit more low and scratchier than the normal. Dean noticed the tired look in her eyes but only began to laugh at the sound of voice. "No way, you sound like some sort of sex phone operator darlin'. What should we call you? Oh yes, Candy."
"Shut up Jon! How would you know what one of those sound like?"
"Don't you hear the late night info-commercials that tend to come up? Please! Now Candy, tell me what you're wearing huh baby?"
Vivienne began to laugh as Dean dug his face into the nape of her neck tickling her in the process seeing as he has a slight fade of facial hair. "Tell me what you look like baby?"
Vivienne cleared her throat. "I'm thick baby, with really muscular arms that can hold you tight, luscious lips you can taste the strawberry, a hairy, manly chest to keep you warm-"Vivienne stopped as she couldn't control the fit of laughter she found herself in as Dean only made gagging sounds. "I'm wearing a strap on ready whenever you are!" She managed to burst out in the middle of her fit as Dean only shook his head, trying to pry the grotesque image from his head.
"Why? Why would you do that? Oh fuckin' god it's like you violated my mind with that shit Sol," Dean took a swig from the bottle as he looked down at Vivienne whom was staring directly up at him. She stopped laughing, though her cheeks were bright red from the fit and her eyes were watery as well, her breathing slightly uneven as she felt something in her stomach churn. Usually, when this happens, there was nothing good coming in her way. It was a warning sign, and it freaked her out the fact that she was feeling that here and now in Dean's arms.
Dean noticed the solemn look on her face; he dug his bottle into the sand. "What's the matter?"
"I want to go to bed, can we go do that?" She ignored his question, and he looked into her eyes, searching for an inch of her that begged for him to continue to pry the information out of him, but he could tell she was tired. Lately she's been easily fatigued. Dean only nodded his head.
"Come on, let's go back to the apartment then? We got a long fuckin' train ride ahead of us." Vivienne sighed in relief, seeing as he didn't press her on what was eating her up. But even if he asked she wouldn't be able to give him an answer, she didn't know for sure. But the feeling as there. As soon as the two stood up from the ground her pocket vibrated. Pulling out the phone, she stared down once more, a message from the unknown.
Enjoy while you can Vivienne. Enjoy it darling, for this temporary state of bliss is going to turn into a storm. And you're going to be caught in the eye of the hurricane. And once you see the monster that is Dean Ambrose, you'll run away, run away from disgust and disappointment from this guise. For you're going to be nothing but a tally in his chart.
Vivienne stared at the message, once more not knowing what to make from it, not knowing how the hell even after changing her number the person managed to grab her number. She wanted answers; she wanted to know who the hell this person was. Who was the perpetrator whom has been threatening her with ominous messages? It boggled her mind, and worried her. It's as though they knew everything, her every step and whom Dean was. Then she remembered, she remembered something from her previous messages.
The person saw him unconscious when he overdosed, and that was in the arena... I need to find out who this person is… The only thought that crossed her mind was to tell Dean, but she knew not to involve him. It would only make matters worse, and he had no time to worry about something so petty. He had to prepare himself to go back to the ring once more. His focus had to be on that, rather than her problems, or even her. Wrestling was his lover, his wife, everything, and she was the mistress, the fling.
Knocking. That's the sound to disrupt her peaceful slumber. And not just any quiet knocks, rough, almost about the bring down the door knocks. Vivienne groaned as she slightly opened her eyes and glanced down at Dean whom was still fast asleep. His arm was looped around her waist, as she slowly slipped herself from his grip. Staring down at herself, she realized she was in nothing but his black t-shirt and knee high socks. Vivienne yawned, as she walked towards the door. Her mood already agitated for loud noises in the morning didn't fair well with her.
She didn't even bother looking through the peep hole as she unlocked the door. "You need to learn how to fucking respect the god damn fact that its six in the dam-" Her jaw dropped and her words slowly trailed from her mouth at seeing who stood at the entrance of her door, and before she could even retaliate, before she could even call out his name, he pushed by past her as though he didn't even care it's been the first time in months since he's actually been so close to his sister.
Seth saw nothing but red, since the plane ride from Buffalo to New York City he hasn't been able to control an inch of his mood and bursting through apartment, pushing aside Vivienne he walked into the bedroom and witnessed exactly what he feared would be the reality. Dean Ambrose in his sister's bed. He noticed his belongings, mixed with hers all around the room.
"You fucking son of a bitch!"
Vivienne whom was by the door still in shock shook her head as she heard the words come out of Seth's mouth. She rushed down the extended hallway and into her room to find Seth lounge himself towards a sleeping Dean whom snapped his eyes at the comment spat at him. However Seth was on top of him, perforating him with fists and Dean only put his forearms up in defense to block the blow.
"Colby what the fuck are you doing?!" Vivienne shouted as she stared at her brother in disbelief, as he then he finally managed to land a blow right on Dean's face. Dean, not tolerating a second of this only shoved Seth off him as he then tackled Seth into the dresser. Seth's back crashing the mirror as the two only continued to swing at each other. Dean took hold of Seth's head as he then lowered it to meet with his knee, causing Seth to slightly stumble back however he retaliated back with an uppercut. Dean began to leak from his mouth, as Seth from his nose and Vivienne only clutched her head. The sound of everything crashing boggling her. She stumbled backwards, as her vision began to blur.
"I told you to fucking stay away from him Vivienne! I told you not to fuck around with her, her out of all people Jon? Are you fucking," Once more he directly swung right across Dean's face as Dean only returned with his elbow. Both breathing heavily as Seth then kick shoved Dean, causing him to fumble back into the bed and before Seth could jump onto him to continue hitting him, Dean kicked him directly into his gut, and with the heel of his foot underneath his chin. He snapped up from the bed as he stood before Seth heavily breathing.
"ENOUGH!" Vivienne yelled at the top of her lungs as she removed the hands that covered her ear right when the two squared up to go at it once more. She walked towards the two and stood right in between the two, however her back facing Dean as she locked eyes with her brother whom only pushed back his hair, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me Vivienne. Jon? Really? Vivienne, what the fuck did I tell you? Or is it that you don't listen?"
Dean plopped himself on the bed, as he glanced at Seth for a second before he stared at the back of Vivienne's head. He noticed then her hands were clenched in a fist. Everything had unraveled in such speed his mind felt like it was in a whirl. Hell, Seth gave him a good beating, his torso damn well feeling the contact there. It didn't hurt a single bit; after all he's a masochist. And realizing, being around Vivienne he had to be one all the more, and a sadist. There was no time to bitch and moan about pain or troubles but only deal with it. It's all she brought with her, trouble, and he didn't mind it, hell he was danger itself.
Hell he knew he had to keep himself piped down, this was their problem now. Even if his name was in Seth's mouth. Her hand shook though, he noticed. Take it easy Princess. Don't be reckless now.
"This is exactly why everything up until now in your god damn life has been nothing but shit." Dean winced at the comment, and although he couldn't look at Vivienne's face, he knew her eyes were sparked with rage. Vivienne already was biting down her lip roughly, and when her lips parted in disbelief at the comment that was just told by her own brother, her own flesh and blood and thought out to be best friend, the blood only leaked from the corner of her lips.
"This is why our own parents kicked you out of the fucking house. This is why you couldn't even be a successful fucking doctor because you make the most stupid fucking decisions in your life. This is why you were almost thrown in jail; this is exactly why you almost were thought to be dead. Because self-indulged pains you've fucking brought up upon-" Seth's words halted as his cheek began to sting in pain. Vivienne's breathing was heavy as she straightened her poster. She felt her hand turn red from the impact of slapping her own brother, but she had enough of it. She felt herself cracking at his words, for although she couldn't deny it, everything he was saying was the painful, ugly truth.
But having it spat in her face, rubbed, and picked up from the ground with the shit. She never felt lower in her life until this morning, until this morning where her brother made her realized how much of a shit she was. The tears that brimmed her eyes slowly cascaded down her cheeks as she only began to laugh. Seth stood there, a hand on his cheek as he then realized what he did.
"Fuck.. Vivienne, I'm so sorry.." His hands, bruised up knuckles would reach out and clutch her shoulder as she only continue to laugh, as she turned her head and looked down at Dean. Slowly he stood up from the bed, realizing she was stuck in some sort of delirium.
"You believe this guy Ambrose? My own brother, my own brother, Colby motherfucking Lopez ladies and gentlemen!" She felt Seth's grip on her shoulders tighten as he couldn't believe the words that he spat at his own sister. Before he could turn her head to look at him, she snapped her gaze away from Ambrose towards him. Her eyes glared deep into all of him and he felt himself shrink at her gaze. She pushed his arms away from her, she pushed him back into the dresser.
"You've sunk a new low Colby. An all new low my dear, dear sweet brother. But of course, that's family to ya. Your biggest friend and your arch nemesis. Before Colby, before anything else happens, before you even attempt to make a fucking sound, I suggest you to get the fuck out of my apartment." She growled as she turned her back towards Dean and stared down at Dean whom remained quiet throughout the entire thing. The room was tensed. The knife could cut through it.
Through her laughs she began to sob, as Seth glanced towards Dean whom blankly stared at him. "Just go." It was his only words, and Seth complied. She was gone, gone and he was completely at fault.
When Seth stepped out of the room Vivienne fell onto her knees right before Dean in between his legs. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she only yelled; she didn't attempt to control her tears once more as she held Dean. Dean tried picking her up from the floor but she refused to do so as she felt her nails dig themselves into his skin. Dean kissed the crown of her head as he rubbed her back.
"Relax sunshine…"
"It's not fair Dean," She wasn't even calling him Jon. She hadn't called him by his real name since the appearance of Seth.
"Nothing in life is, but you stood up for yourself Sol."
"And I lost him at the process."
"No, he lost you, for being a fuckin' prick."
Dean slightly pulled away from Vivienne as he stared down at her moist face. Her eyes bloodshot red as she continued to sob, however he could only hush her as he began to wipe her tears with the pad of his thumb. His lips slightly curled into a grin as she began to calm down. Dean then scooped her up from the floor and placed her on the bed once more, before he crawled on top of her frame. She was shaking as he then heard the sirens loud and clear from the outside.
His fingertips trailed from the bridge of her nose to the curve of her cupid bow as he lightly pressed his lips against hers repeatedly pecking her. She was surprised, Dean was never tender and cautiously he pressed his lips against hers. Her breathing eased as she only responded to his pecks, her hair raised she dug her hands through his hair. He pulled back, not believing what he just did, but it worked, it calmed her down, he stared down into those pained eyes of hers as then knocks echoed through the apartment once more.
"I guess someone called the pig patrol. I'll go deal with them, you stay here, got it?"
She only nodded her head as Dean left the room to attend to the matters by the door. Vivienne stared blankly at the ceiling, as once more her vision blurred and her breathing became erratic, she gasped out for air and her hands clutched the sheets on the bed, and before she knew it she submerged herself into the darkness of the unconscious.