I watched the match with my mouth agape, He was insane. I really didn't understand him, the further the match went the closer to death he looked. He was so bloody; he must have been in pain. The fucking saw, what the hell was he thinking? I was speechless, I just sat there. Kim laughed at the fact I was in shock.
"Maybe, I should have started you off with something a little more up to date." She had a huge smile on her face. "He doesn't do stuff like that now." She said convincingly.
"Yeah, I hope not." I raised my eyebrows "That was nuts, I could have never pictured him like that."
"Why not?" She asked "He's nuts, well in the ring."
"Maybe, in the ring but he seems pretty sweet when he isn't in character." I declared
"Becca, I don't think you know him that well." She said looking at me with empathy.
"I may not know him as well as I would like to Kim." My eyes grew darker "But he isn't like that."
"Look Becca I don't want to ruin your fairytale" she raised her voice "He isn't a gentleman."
"How would you know?" I stared her down.
"I follow wrestling, I know wrestling, I know his type." She said loudly.
"You know nothing" I growled out.
"He has a girlfriend, Becca." She spat out.
"Kim, you did not see his house, there is no way he has a girlfriend." I yelled. "He doesn't even have plates.
" I am telling you, he has a girl or he is at least fucking someone." She waved her arms around trying to convey her point as she continued. "Look at him, Becca he is probably fucking anyone he wants."
"It takes a whore to know one." I yelled I sat there shaking my head "You're just pathetic."
I stood up and walked away.

Once I got into the bathroom, I slammed the door and kicked the trash can. Stripping my clothes off and running the water in the shower. Stepping in and under the water, I just stood there a minute. I was sick of the fighting; we never fought as much as we have lately. It was getting really old, something was going on. At this moment I didn't care, I was going to get dressed and get out for the day. I heard a soft knock on the door, I just ignored it. After a few more moments another knock, only a little louder this time. I still didn't say a word at all I just stood there washing the shampoo out of my hair. I didn't want to talk to her. She knocked louder and when I still refused to answer she opened the door.
"I really need to talk to you." She insisted.
"I have nothing more to say, Kim." I yelled "now just get out."
"I just got to say it and get it over with." Her voice cracked "I am going home."
I wasn't even sure I heard her right. So I really had it figured out already, she really did want to go. I was a bit shocked, I guess. My heart grew heavy and I even forgot that I was mad.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. I really have to go." She said
I swung open the shower curtain and grabbed for my towel. She was just standing there, she looked pretty defeated. I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the shower. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes and I could tell she meant what she said. I just wasn't sure why. She turned and walked away, leaving the room. I just stood there a second; processing it all before I followed her.

She was in the kitchen, sitting back at the table. I walked towards her slowly; she just sat there with her head I her hand.
"You can go, Kim." I said quietly.
"I am not going to leave yet, in about a month or two, probably." She said.
"Ok, if you want to go, I am not going to stop you." I meant it if she really wanted to go then she should. She had gotten so much worse in the last few years. Being here was no good for her, she was never good at self control.
"I want you to come too." She said anxiously.
"No, I am not going leave." I sighed. I had everything here there was nothing left for me in New York. I never even thought about going back. There were only a few people I missed; I hated every job I ever worked there. Even if Kim left I didn't want to, I was going to stay here.
"I knew you would say that." She whipped a tear away and looked at me with disappointment.
"Sorry" I said putting my head down.
Her phone began to ring and she glanced down and once she saw who it was she began to smile. She accepted the call quickly jumping out of her seat. She said "hello" but giggled just after it. Of course it was a guy, she walked out of the kitchen seeking some privacy and I knew it had to be Eric. Well so much for a deep conversation. As I looked at my screen on my laptop, I all the sudden felt no empathy for her again.

"What the fuck" I said out loud. "KIM" I yelled. She yelled back to me from the living room.
"Hold on."
"NOW!" I demanded.
I heard her say her goodbyes and she came walking out into the kitchen looking annoyed.
"Becca, I was just trying to show you." She defended herself.
"Show me what, exactly Kim?" I lashed out.
As I sat there I looked at the page she had pulled up, Confessions of a ring rat.
"You're so desperate to fuck everything up for me, you are looking for stories from ring rats?" I snarled.
"Just read it, I am just trying to make a point." She tried to plead her case.
"Kim, what the fuck, you just don't quit." I warned "I don't need your help."
"Fine" she turned stomping away and slammed the bathroom door. Once I heard the shower turn on I knew she would be headed out for the day too. I wanted to just turn my laptop off and get on with my day. I mean I shouldn't even be concerned about something some slut had to say. They say curiosity killed the cat though and I just couldn't resist. I read a few confessions about him, I had to stop though, I felt dirty and guilty. I shut my laptop down as the words that I read ran through my mind.
Ambrose is good in bed, not very affectionate though.
He is rough and strikes me as the kind of guy who likes pain.
He didn't like to kiss he just wanted to fuck.
Dean Ambrose is a hair puller a spanker and he likes to bite.
I was sore for two days after I was with him.
I was ashamed that I even let my mind repeat them things I should have never read what I did, I always over thought everything and now I was going to something else to over think. They probably were lying, they were probably just silly little fan girls making up lies. As I ripped through my hair with my brush, I decided that I wasn't going to let any of that occupy my head right now. I threw my clothes on and glanced at the clock I had four hours till wrestling started. I had to remember to be back in time.

I made my way out of my bedroom and into the living room as Kim was stepping out of the bathroom. She walked by me and cleared her throat. I just knew she was going to say something.
"Don't even bother." I warned her.
"Becca, Eric is going to come over; I wanted to let you know."
I turned around and grabbed her by the arm, she looked at me stunned.
"Not I'm sorry or anything? You just want to tell me some creep guy your fucking is spending the night."
"Damn it Becca, Sorry, I didn't want you to come back and see him and get all pissed.
"Just go back home, Kim." I yelled at her. I had to hold myself back from going over the edge.
"Next time I won't warn you, if you're only going to flip out." She squeaked out.
I turned and went back into my room I grabbed bag without even thinking I threw some clothes in there and then threw it on my bed. I walked out into the kitchen and grabbed my laptop of the table and walked back into my bedroom. She just stood there staring at me the whole time as if she did nothing wrong. I placed my laptop into its case and walked back out straight past her into the bathroom grabbing what I needed in there as I walked past her again I could tell she figured out I was getting my stuff together. I threw the bag full of stuff from the bathroom into my other bag turning around to grab a few more things from my dresser. She appeared in the door way
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" She asked in a firm tone.
I threw the rest of my things in the bag and zipped it throwing it over my shoulder. I grabbed the laptop case and pushed my way past her out of my door.
"Becca, where are you going?"
"If he is going to be here then I am not, I will be back as soon as you're on your way to New York."
I slammed the front door as I left, I hurried out of the building but only because I didn't want to do something I regretted.

Thanks for my reviews ladies and the compliments. I just want to give you all an update and let you know Jon will be back face to face with Becca within the next few chapters cause I can't wait to write the two of them again.