Chapter 9
Roman spent his night watching SmackDown at home with his daughter. He was making dinner tonight since his wife was out of town for 2 days on a business trip. He finished chopping the carrots and threw them into the skillet along with other various vegetables. He tuned in and out as his daughter on the other hand was glued to the TV, getting very excited when her favorite wrestlers and divas came out. As he finished mixing all the ingredients together in the skillet, he thought about last night. How could he think about his best friend while he was in his wife? I mean who does that? ... Roman tried shaking his head rid of the man, only to hear his music hit. Roman's body tensed up as he set the hot pan down in order to pay attention to what the screen was displaying. Dean had taken his spot in the main event since he called out a day earlier. It did something to him, knowing that Dean was doing his job for him. He was scheduled to face Braun Stroman, since the current feud was Reigns vs The Wyatt's. He finished putting everything together and brought 2 plates of food into the living room. Roman set them down on the coffee table and joined his daughter. She was all too invested in the show to even think about eating at the moment and quite frankly, so was Rome. He was worried for Dean. Why? He didn't know, he just had a bad feeling in his gut... Maybe because if anything happened to Dean, Roman was always right backstage just in case, but tonight was different. He left Dean, left him there all alone. Rome wasn't his baby sitter though and plus, Dean's a grown man. He can handle anything himself... Right?
But even lunatics need help sometimes.
Sadly with that thought, Dean won the match via disqualification. The rest of the Wyatt family got involved, they began beating Dean and beating him until he was bloody. Roman couldn't handle the fact that no one was coming out to help him. Out of everyone in the roster, no one came to his aid?
"What the fuck is wrong with them! Someone go do something!" Roman screamed at the TV. Braun had one arm, while Erik Rowan had the other with Luke and Bray trading spots, showering Ambrose in blow after blow of kicks and punches to the face. Once they cracked Dean's nose open, his knees buckled and they just let his body fall to the mat like a rag doll. Bray got a hold of a microphone, looked straight into the camera and spoke.
"If you think running away and hiding at home with your little family will stop us from hurting the things you love, think again. You left your boy here to take all the beating tonight. How well do you think that'll go when he wakes up?" Bray commented as he stepped aside to let medical staff rush into the ring. "See you Monday." He finished off with a creepy smile and an odd chuckle before the WWE copyright signed appeared on the bottom left of the screen and faded into the next show.
Roman was furious. Furious at Bray and the rest of the family, and furious at himself. He never intended on having to worry for Dean's safety when he wasn't at work. No, it's not even just at work. It's all the time. He worries constantly about Dean and if he's either in an alley getting jumped, or if he was hit by a car. All the possibilities and 'what ifs' always get to him and eat him alive. Roman just couldn't do this anymore. Dean was becoming too much, becoming too invested in him... Dean was becoming his entire world without any effort being placed into it. Almost like this was meant to be.
After he made it home late Thursday morning around 2am, he dropped his bags off and went for a walk. Still holding a gauze to his nose, he decided to grab some tape before he left. Living on the border of the Las Vegas strip was some-what dangerous, but it was nothing compared to the old streets of Cincinnati. He reached the particular mountain that he'd almost rode off of, however instead of hiking all the way up, he stumbled across a little ledge more or less half-way up the mountain. Besides, he wasn't ready to go up and visit that spot again. The ledge seemed easy to get to and the view of The Strip was breathtaking. He climbed sideways in order to reach it from the trail and hopped down. Dean paused momentarily, a little mad at himself for never finding this spot until now. He gazed at the site before finding a decent spot to rest. Between the beautiful mirage of colorful lights gradually fading into the soul-filled night sky was a wispy coalesce of the two. It was very calming to the eyes, brought solace to the mind. Definitely made him forget the excruciating pain searing in his nose for a second, this was definitely what he needed.
Dean didn't even care about his nose or any of his bruises. Hell, he didn't even think about the fact that Roman called out. He wasn't mad he was just depressed about the whole thing. He thought about maybe one day he could bring Roman up here... To show him this breathtaking view, to make him understand everything. He looked around and settled on the idea that sitting right on the edge with his feet dangling was the best spot for him. Dean always loved being on the edge, no matter what he was doing. It raised his adrenaline but also brought peace along with it, it was utterly satisfying. He carefully sat down with his feet dangling off the edge swaying back and forth, with his arms as anchors to the ledge by his sides. After making sure he felt secure, he lifted his head back up with half lidded eyes at the beautiful sight before him. He was in a mood of feeling lost, yet being found. This was his home, both sides. The glimmering blend of undying upbeat livelihood, and what was behind him, the dark quite life of the mountains that stood frozen in time until he came in contact with it. He let out a shivering sigh.. It was pretty cold up here, especially at night. But he liked the cold. Something about it made him feel strangely at home, like it was the only thing he's ever known. He's never had the warmth of someone else, let alone himself. He basked in the cold, goosebumps raised, making him more aware of the loneliness that he always drowned in, regardless if he wanted to get out, it wouldn't let him. As he swung his feet and kept shivering, he thought about that night on the top of the mountain. Dean wondered what Roman would've thought if he were to ever tell him. Would he be angry with him for doing something so stupid? Or would he comfort him, hold him and tell him everything was okay? Ha. Yeah, he wished. He would probably just scream at him... If he even ever decided to speak to him again. Dean gazed back into the city, wondering how agonizingly long the rest of the week is going to feel until RAW rolls back around.
Ooh shit. Sorry I forgot to update this story to whoever reads it, but no fear, it was only this chapter I was really stuck on.