Author Note: I love reading all the support from all of you. It makes writing this so much more enjoyable. This is going to answer a few little questions surround the reason Seth walked away from his friendship with Savannah. It's also going to bring on more questions. This is also going to be a two part chapter. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and let me know what you think of it.

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Chapter 16: Broken (Part 1)

Seth

I knew there was something off with Savannah the second we sat down on the plane. She remained silent, refusing to engage in conversation unless I asked something specifically. Her hazel eyes narrowed as she discreetly looked around the First Class section of the plane. She was trying to hide the fact that she was still paranoid about someone following her around. Wishing that there was something more I could do to help ease the tension inside her head, I came to realize that I could only help if she wanted me to. Pushing her to let me would only push her away from me and that was something I didn't want to do.

Leaning my head back against the seat, I closed my eyes. My hand rested on the top of her thigh, the smooth skin warmed the tips of my fingers with the urge to run my hand the rest of the way up her leg. To be honest, I never thought I'd be in this position. I never thought she'd be with me, wanting my attention. Making her happy came to be more and more important with each passing day we spent together.

Savannah's hand come in contact with mine after a few minutes passed by. Turning my head to look at her, she gave me a smile. The same smile she had given me the day we met. It got thinking back on that day. Before NXT was a thing, it was called FCW. My first match down there was on September 30, 2010. She had been there a little over a year already; but I never forgot her face even when we weren't friends until much later on.

"Who is that?" I asked one of the backstage crew members.

"That's Savannah Kelly. She's the Diva's Champion around here." He answered looking in the direction I was pointing in.

I could see the title belt sitting next to her as she laced up her boots. Her long light brown hair was curled into large waves that framed her face just perfectly. I couldn't see what color her eyes were; but if they were anything like the rest of her, they were beautiful. "I wouldn't get mixed up with her. She's got a little rep about not playing well with others."

"Is that a fact or is that hearsay?" I asked.

"I don't really know. I just hear what others say."

The guy took his leave, continuing the work he needed to finish. I decided to introduce myself. She looked up from her boots and eyed me suspiciously. There was a harshness behind the hazel color of her eyes. "Something I can help you with?" She asked standing up.

"Just thought I'd introduce myself."

"I know who you are. You are quite the talk around here amongst the women anyway."

Her venom spewed out, slicing me down. She was that way either by a previous broken heart or someone close to her stabbed her in the back recently. It was a good thing that I saw passed all that to see the princess underneath all the layers of concrete she erected around herself. "Is that so? Then what do you say?" I asked.

Her eyes widened a little as if I caught her off guard by my questions. I doubted that anyone really gave her a chance to be anything other than cold hearted, so I was willing to give her than chance. There was pain behind those eyes and for some reason, I wanted to see if I could erase it. Give them a different look entirely. "I just met you how the hell would I know." She snapped.

"This cold bitch attitude you've got going on right now, isn't who you are."

"And how would you know?"

"I can see it in your eyes. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful they are?"

Her hard expression softened only for a second before it quickly returned. This woman was going to be way more difficult than I had expected; but I always did like a challenge. She stormed passed me only to stop a few feet away and turn back around. I saw the smile and the blush on her cheeks. From that day forward, I slowly got her to open up and trust people again. I also learned what happened that made her that way. An ex-boyfriend had cheated on her with her best friend, needless to say...she no longer speaks to either one of them.

Opening my eyes again, I could see that her fingers had laced with mine sometime during my trip now memory lane. Coral colored earbuds were neatly placed in her ears as I plucked one out to put in my own. 'Destroyer' by Parkway Drive was playing, which happened to be a favorite band of mine. Of course, she knew that. Leaning against her shoulder, we sat that way the rest of the flight.

Roman

People were filling up the arena for the presentation of the Hall of Frame Class of 2016. I could see Paige walk in with her latest, Alberto Del Rio. She eyed me harshly, obviously not happy with how things went down when it came to Savannah. If I was honest with myself, I wasn't happy either. I had pushed her into the arms of the man I hated more than anyone else. A selfish man, who only thought of himself instead of the people he once called brothers.

My phone vibrated from the inside pocket of my tux jacket. The message written before my eyes brought a smile to my lips. "I'm in place. How much do you want done?" The message read. If Savannah was going to be with Seth, then I was going to have to prove that he wasn't the person she thought he was. Even if I had to pay someone to do things that I couldn't. "Whatever you feel is necessary. She's already paranoid as it is, let's not make it worse."

"Roman, how are you this evening?" Renee Young asked me privately without a microphone in hand.

"I've been better..." I answered tucking my phone back into the pocket.

"You know if you ever need to talk..."

"I know. Thank you."

She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder before going on her own way. Stephanie and Hunter made their way inside. They looked at me, seeing that I was alone. Every year since I arrived on the main roster, Savannah had been at my side. Well, except the first year. She was neatly tucked in the middle with the three of us. Her long ruby red dress that clung to every single curve her body offered was enough to send us all into a frenzy.

Forcing myself to focus on tonight and not the past, I moved to see Krys walking in with Dolph Ziggler. Her long blood red dress had a slit that ended right at the top of her knee. Even with heels, Dolph was still taller. I doubted they were a thing; but I knew they were good friends or at least that's what Savannah had told me. She met my glance with a burning desire to rip my throat out. Couldn't blame her, I did break her best friend's heart without meaning to.

"The puppy looks aren't going to get us to hate you any less." Becky's Irish accent voice came to my ear.

I turned around to see her standing in a long silver gown. The v-neckline showed off the perfect amount of cleavage. Her orange-red hair was straight down her back with a few chunks over her shoulders. Sasha was standing ever so closely as well. "I'm well aware how much you girls hate me, so move along and bug someone else." I stated.

Sasha's mother arrived to accompany her daughter to her first Hall of Fame Ceremony. Becky, however, moved to meet her date for the night. When I shifted my eyes, I could see Dean approaching her with a smile on his face. For someone I thought was a brother, he sure found a way to hurt me. Coming with someone who hates me wasn't going to smooth things over very much. Was he trying to piss me off, because it was definitely working.

To make matters worse, Savannah stepped inside with Seth right next to her. Her now violet hair was pulled up with a silver ivy band wrapped through. The teal dress complimented the hazel of her eyes, reflecting more green than brown. The silk of the fabric contoured to her curves, allowing much to imagine. Seth's hand was twined with hers as they walked closer to the section reserved for them, which happened to be right in front of Becky and Dean.

Sitting down in my section, I looked over to see her nuzzled right next to Seth. It hurt more than I was willing to admit. It got me thinking about last year and how she had been in my arms. It's funny how one thing can change everything in the blink of an eye.

Savannah

Sitting through the ceremony, I felt like Roman's eyes were constantly on me. It was like he was pleading with me about something. What? I didn't know. I didn't really care either. The only things that mattered were my friends, family and Seth. Seeing each and every new legend express their journey was inspiring and something I would never forget. Seth's hand tightened around mine the moment Sting made his way out into the stage.

I could tell he was tense and rightfully so, considering it was him that Sting was in the ring last with. His speech was just as inspiring as the others; but neither one of us expected his retirement announcement. Seth looked down at our hands. Just by looking at him, I could tell that he felt guilty. Had his neck not hit the turnbuckle the wrong way, maybe he would have had another match down the road; but now that wasn't going to happen. "Seth..." I whispered.

"I'm okay..." He replied kissing the back of my hand.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. It just hit me hard that's all."

Giving him a reassuring smile, I turned to Becky who was engrossed in a conversation with Dean. Roman's eyes were indeed upon me and it caused my stomach to tighten into a ball. I reached down to touch Becky's shoulder, snapping her out of the conversation. She saw for herself the longing gaze Roman was giving me. Snorting loudly, she stood up ready to b-line in his direction until Dean grabbed her wrist preventing her from doing such. "You can't just storm over there. He's on edge right now." Dean said.

"I'm not going to stand her while he keeps the creepy looks going. Why can't he just accept that he fucked up and deal with the consequences." Becky replied clenching her hand on the back of the seat.

"Probably because he wants her back."

I about vomited right then and there. Roman actually thought he had a chance to weasel his way back into my heart after what he did. He seriously must be delusional. "I need some air." I said quietly and slipped passed all of them to head for the exit. My stomach tightened even further until I couldn't stand it anymore. Finding the nearest bathroom, I expelled the contents of stomach into the toilet below.

Standing upright, I moved towards the sink to rinse my mouth out. The reflection staring back at me was someone I didn't recognize. The white of my eyes was replaced by a redness, most likely from throwing up and my hair was fallen out of its style in several places. I looked like some drunk chick coming home from a party she remembered nothing about.

Gathering my composure, I started to walk out of the bathroom until I heard voices talking outside. Leaning in close, I started to listen. One voice was definitely Roman's and the other was low and barely audible. "You have no right to tell me anything considering who you decided to come here with tonight." He stated.

At this point, I pretty much guessed who the other person was. It was Dean. I had no doubt that Roman was pissed that he had chosen to come to the ceremony with Becky. She was after all one of my best friends. "You are acting pretty childish right now." Dean stated. I peered around the corner to see them standing a foot or so away from each other. Roman's hands were clenched at his sides, while Dean was much more relaxed.

"I don't have time for this."

"You do have time. You need to let her go, Roman."

"I don't have to do anything."

Roman took several steps closer, staring down at Dean harshly. Their friendship was crumbling because of me and once again, I was to blame for something else going wrong. Dean never backed down. In fact, he took his own steps forward. I can't believe that no one has noticed the raised voices yet. "Just let her live her life. She deserves that."

"Not with him."

"He's never intentionally hurt her! The only reason he walked away from their friendship was because of you!"

"You swore to never bring that up."

Roman took hold of Dean's shirt collar and twisted it in his hands. He shoved Roman away, making him stumble back a step or two. I've never seen Dean look so angry before. "It's the truth. You blackmailed him into walking away from their friendship and now that he's back in her life, you can't fucking handle it. That's sick. It really is."

Warm tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could I have fallen for such a selfish human being? He is not the man I knew. Roman shoved Dean this time and the anger escalated out of both of them until punches were thrown. I ran out of the bathroom, stepping in between them. My hand rest on their chests, forcing to use my upper body to separate them.

I wondered where Seth was currently and why he hadn't come looking for me after the amount of time had passed by, unless he couldn't. Everyone from the company was here tonight and I was sure that most of them wanted to speak with him about his pending return. "Stop! Now!" I shouted firmly, narrowing my eyes.

"Savannah, you need to just walk away." Roman stated through clenched teeth.

"I'm not going anywhere. This has gone far enough. You need to let it go and let me move on. I'm not coming back."

"I'm not going to just let you ruin your life with him."

"She's a big girl, Roman." Dean commented.

Roman reached out around me in attempts to strike Dean again; but instead, his elbow came in contact with the side of my head. It knocked me down to a knee. My vision was slightly blurred; but I forced myself to stand back up to shove him. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean..." Roman stumbled with the apology that who really knew if he meant.

"Just leave her alone." Dean said in a threatening voice.

The rage crossed his face once again. Shoving me out of the way, Roman swung at Dean. My head came in contact with the wall that housed the bathroom. My vision blurred even further and I stumbled to get back to my feet. Dean scrambled to the floor to look at me. I could barely make his face out. "Savannah!" Seth yelled.

I could feel his comforting arms wrap around me. It hurt to keep my eyes open. I wanted to close them so badly. The sound of Seth's worried voice boomed in a backlash against Roman. Though I doubted Roman intended for this to happen, it was his fault for letting his emotions to get the better of him. "What the hell happened?" Hunter's voice entered the fray and he didn't sound all that pleased with anyone.

Seth

"She got caught in the middle of an argument between Dean and I." Roman admitted.

"I'll deal with the two of you later. Let's get medical people over here." He ordered.

"Everything will be just fine, Sav." I assured.

"I feel numb..." She whimpered.

Fear washed over me. Concussions were not something to be messed around with, if that was indeed what was going on with her. I leaned down to place my lips on her temple in attempts to calm her. Turning my head to glare at Roman, he cowered back a few steps. He knew that he fucked up. Again.

Medical personnel reached Savannah and quickly placed a neck brace to her head still. They slid the orange board under her body and gently lifted her up onto the wheeled bed. There was a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. Rage and fear, probably one of the worst combinations. They wheeled her out of the building and into the back of an ambulance.

"Savannah!" Becky yelled running with Krys and Sasha right behind her.

"Only one can come with her." The EMT stated.

"Go, we will follow in a few minutes." Becky said pushing me forward.

"Thank you."

Without hesitation, I climbed into the back of the vehicle. The doors were closed behind me and in a matter of seconds they took off towards the nearest medical facility. The EMT's payed close attention to her and all I could do was helplessly watch. It pissed me off that I couldn't prevent it from happening when I promised her that nothing would happen to her.

Looking down at her prone body on the medical bed, my heart dropped at the sight of tears rolling down her face. She made no sound to indicate crying; but the tears were very real. Holding my phone in my hand, I opened a new message screen to type what was on my mind. "Thank you for taking care of her until I got there." I typed and hit the send button to a contact I haven't used in a long time.

"You're welcome." Dean's answer was instant.

"We are pulling into Medical City Dallas Hospital on Forest Ln. Let her friends know."

I never got a response, which meant he was being talked to by Hunter. Considering that he took care of Savannah until I got there, I hoped that Hunter's punishment wasn't too severe. Unlike Roman, he deserved far worse. I prayed that he got worse.