Author Note: I apologize for the lack of Seth/Savannah interactions in the previous chapter. I hope this one makes up for it. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 33: Looking Down From The Edge

Roman

I awoke to an empty feeling. There was nothing but silence surrounding me. It was then that I remember what had happened the just hours before. Becky. Her face immediately came to mind. I hated seeing the tears I caused by walking away; but it was the only way I knew how to keep her safe. It also made me think about the conversation and the message sent not long after. It was like Adrian had bugged the room so he could hear the whole thing, almost like he was hoping that was what I was going to do.

Reaching for the phone on the table next to me, I could see there was two waiting messages. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I hoped that neither message was from Becky. No matter how much I wanted to speak to her, I couldn't risk Adrian not returning the money. These games were getting old and hopefully they ended at Battleground.

"I'm so sorry Roman, I wish there was more I could do to help. You can always talk to me and I'll relay the messages to her." Savannah replied.

"That's fucked up man, I'll keep an eye out for her." Dean replied.

"Thank you." I sent to both of them before tossing the device to the side of the bed.

Laying back against the pillow, I stared at the dark ceiling thinking about Becky. Remembering all the moments we shared together and the only thing I felt now was how much I missed her already. In my head I could see her standing in front of that fountain in the middle of that park we walked to. The way her hair moved with the small bursts of wind that caressed through her fire locks. The way her face glowed iridescent from the lights under the water. From that moment on, I knew that I wanted her to be mine someday when I wasn't so broken or hollow. I never imagined that she'd fight for me in ways no one ever has before.

My eyes closed once more with the hope of seeing her in my dreams. Rolling to my side, I pulled the blanket closer to my face. My phone fell from the bed onto the floor; but I didn't care. There wasn't anyone that was going to take this empty feeling away. Not until I could feel her in my arms again.

Savannah

I woke to the sound of my phone vibrating against the wood of the table next to me. Seeing the clock, it read only 3:30 in the morning. Aimlessly, I reached for the device and saw Roman's name across my screen. Sleepily, I slid my finger over to open the message. It was a thank you for the words I had sent earlier. To be honest, I couldn't imagine how he was feeling right now. He deserved to be happy just as much as the rest of us did. Adrian's mind games were getting way out of control; but now they will hopefully come to an end at Battleground. There would be police officers present at the event like most events, so there would be back up if necessary. That would help ease my mind in the coming weeks.

Rolling over after sitting my phone back down, I could see Seth's bare back. The tattoo of the warrior code down his spine was always a sight to be seen close up. I loved running my fingers over the sensitive skin, tracing the lines with a single digit. Before I could even touch him, he rolled over to face me with his eyes still closed. As if he could sense that I was staring at him, his eyes slightly parted. "You okay?" He asked softly.

"I'm fine."

He shifted his body so he could wrap an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I shouldn't be enjoying his warmth when my best friend just lost the relationship she had been hopeful about. Seth's lips pressed onto my forehead before falling back to sleep, leaving me with my own thoughts once again.

When sunlight finally broke through the window, I knew it was time to get up despite not getting more than four hours of sleep. My body was so anxious and I couldn't tell you why. Maybe it had to do with how badly I felt for my best friend and Roman or maybe it was because of Krys. I never saw her hostility coming and it hurt...a lot and then to learn she slapped my own sister in the face was even harder to swallow. I seriously thought she was friend...someone I could confide in.

"Savannah?" Seth called after I got out of bed.

"I'm going to go for a run to get my mind clear, you can go back to sleep." I replied leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"Are you still worried about Becky?" He asked sitting up.

Letting out a sigh, I sat back down. I knew he wasn't going to let anything go until I told him what was bothering me. It wasn't something I could help; but it still got to me nonetheless. Becky was my best friend, how could it not bother me? "She deserves to be happy, Seth. This was supposed to be her chance and now it's gone. I've got Krys who just slapped my sister last night for god knows what reason. I just want to fix it all and I don't know how to."

"Sav...you might not be able to. The stuff between Roman and Becky will pass once Adrian is out of the picture; but Krys...that may never be able to be fixed."

"I don't even know why she's so angry at us..."

"And she may never tell you either."

I didn't want to think about that. I wanted to make things right for all of us. That's how it should be. He leaned in to tilt my head up. I looked into those chocolate eyes I loved so much. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip before capturing them chastely. "I love you. All I'm saying is that you need to be ready if things don't go the way you want them to."

"I love you to. I'll be fine with whatever happens."

Changing to jogging capri's and a jogging top that came to a little above my navel, I slipped on my light blue sneakers. As I was bent over, I felt a hand connect with my backside. Whirling around, I could see Seth snickering over by his travel bag. "I can't help it. Your ass looks amazing in those pants." He commented.

"I could say the same about you." I replied staring at him in a pair of jeans that just clung to him.

I laughed a little before he grabbed my hands and pulled me ever so closely. Releasing my hands, I rested them on his bare chest and slid them down until I got to the line of his jeans. He was barely touching me and my body was already at his mercy. With one swift movement, he lifted me up from the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. I squealed out of surprise. "What are you doing?" I asked half laughing.

"I don't want you to go, so I'm finding ways to keep you here." He said nibbling at my earlobe.

"Seth, I was only going for a run. I'd be right back. Don't get all girlie on me now." I replied running my nails down his back and up again.

He raised an eyebrow at me before laying me down on the bed, with him tucked neatly between my legs. His growing arousal pressed firmly against me and I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape my lips. He knew that he could easily get me to stay; but instead, he backed up and allowed me to sit up. "And this is why I love you. You don't let me try and sway what you have your mind set on doing." He complimented with a smile.

"And I love you for allowing me to still be me."

Standing up, I kissed his check for walking towards the door. Gently opening the door, I tucked my earbuds in and started to listen to music. Once outside, I allowed my legs to carry me away. There was so much more on my mind than I was letting everyone know. I was more worried about Becky than anything else. There was no one more deserving for happiness than she was and I hated seeing her so miserable.

Looking up from the ground, I could see orange-red hair bouncing. Becky was ahead of me. No doubt wanting to clear her own mind of the current situation. She needed to know that Roman still cared. I just hoped that she wasn't too far heartbroken to listen. "Becky!" I shouted hoping she could hear me.

Thankfully, she stopped walking and turned to face me. I could see that her eyes were puffy and red, doubting that she got any sleep. What surprised me the most was the fact that she immediately wrapped her arms around me and held on. She never did that, not even when she was upset about something. "Becky..."I said softly pulling one of the earbuds out of my ear.

"He walked..." She muttered doing the same thing.

"I know. He sent me a forwarded message from Adrian. I am so sorry hunnie."

"Let me see it."

I did as she asked. Finding the message was easy enough, the problem was her giving the item back without snapping it in half. Her saddened expressed was now full of rage. I couldn't blame her in the least for feeling that way. "I don't understand what the fuck this guy wants. Does he want me? Does he want something else entirely? I don't fucking get it." She snapped letting me pull me phone back to safety.

"It's only a three weeks away and it will all end one way or another. Roman still cares for you and did this to protect you. Don't give up on it now." I said pulling her to sit down on the nearby bench.

"You know...I would have said screw the money. As long as I had him with me."

"And you will...when this is all over you and him will resume whatever will come of this relationship."

I wanted to be right and that was how things were going to go; but I needed to be positive for her sake. She was injured and couldn't do what she loved to do in the ring and Roman was suspended and couldn't be around us anyway. "Not to make things worse; but Krys...she's lost her mind. She slapped my sister last night."

"What! What the hell?"

"Do you have any idea why she's acting out like this?" I asked hopeful that she'd have at least a little bit of an insight to what's been happening behind the scenes.

"Jealousy I would think. I knew she had feelings for Seth a while ago. She never told you because of yours."

Now it all made sense. Krys hasn't happy that Seth never returned her feelings and when I started to see him, she developed feelings for Dean. Amelia was in the wrong place at the wrong time and knowing how my sister was, she probably said something that pissed her off. Well, it would seem that I was going to have to have another chat with her or maybe to Dolph. I felt bad for Dolph. He had such strong feelings for Krys and she's never noticed in the least. Now I know why, jealousy has blinded her in the worst way.

Becky leaned her head against my shoulder for a brief moment before standing up. Following suit, we walked back to the hotel together. Seth was waiting in the lobby with our things. He gave her a comforting smile as she stepped out around him to get to the elevator. "How was that?" He asked hinting at Becky.

"She's hurt and what can you expect? She felt on top of the world and then out of nowhere it all crumbled in front of her eyes."

"Did you ask about Krys's actions?"

His question surprised me. I was stunned that he would even think of that, considering he didn't really know Krys that well to begin with. How was I supposed to answer that question? I knew of feelings she once held for the man that held my heart in his hands. He did not. Do I tell him the truth? Swallowing the small lump that had formed in my throat, I opened my mouth to speak just as Krys herself stepped out of the elevator.

She made little eye contact with me before coming within a few feet of where we were standing. It really hurt to know that she was that upset with me over something I had no control over. A confrontation wasn't something I wanted in public so I kept my mouth shut and let her keep walking pulling her bag behind her. I waited until she was out of sight before opening my mouth to speak once more. "Yeah I did. She told me that she once had feelings for you and that most likely this is about jealousy. I don't how to handle this except to go to Dolph with it and hope he can talk some sense into her. She's my friend, Seth. I don't want to loose any of them."

"I know."

He kissed the top of my head just as he placed a comforting hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. We had some traveling to do before we got to the arena for the Smackdown tapping. Thinking about Smackdown got me worried about the draft that was quickly approaching. I mentally prayed that we weren't going to be separated; but the odds of that were fifty-fifty. If we were, we'd overcome the distance like every other obstacle thrown in our way.