Demoniac • Dean Ambrose

➵ three.

" No Daddy, I don't want to do this. "

" C'mon babygirl, make daddy happy. "

" No! No! Please get off of me! That hurts.. "

" Daddy no! "

I jolted up in my bed as my breath uneasily started leaving my body. I looked around the dark cold room to make sure it was a nightmare. I hugged my knees and began to let the tears fall solemnly from my sore eyes. I don't know when I'll ever be able to stop having these nightmares about my gruesome childhood. Shit, I'm 23.. when will this all come to an end?

I got up and walked over to the rusty sink at the other end of the cell and shakily turned the faucet. I let the cold water splash on my face and hair to calm me down from the hell inside of my head. People will never understand my struggle until they've walked a day in my shoes.

I turned the water off and turned around and was startled by Jon standing there with a cigarette in his mouth, as usual.

I pushed past him and sat on my bed and tried to go back to sleep. I opened one eye to see him towering over me, staring.

" Take a picture, it'll last much longer. " I mumbled.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, chuckling as the smoke bellowed from his mouth.

" Cute, that's what you are. "

I rolled my eyes and turned over and pulled the thin blanket over my body hoping that he'd leave me alone.

I heard him walking around the room faintly, then it stopped.

" So what's your story? " He rasped.

I turned around to see if he was actually serious.

" I don't have a story, " I said quietly.

He chuckled again, causing a dimple to appear from his left cheek.

" Everyone has a story, a reason they were put on this earth. " he continued. " I highly doubt a girl like yourself lacks a story, darlin'. "

I looked down and picked at my black painted fingernails, " I don't exactly have a purpose, hell I don't even know my reason. "

" Bullshit. " He interjected, causing me to glare at him.

The cell door opened causing our heads to snap in that direction.

" C'mon kiddos, time for lunch. " A stocky police officer said as the skinny one nodded in approval.

Dean got up quickly and walked towards the door with me trailing slowly behind. I wasn't really hungry but freedom from this room was fine with me.

They escorted us down the hall to the cafeteria where all the other mentally 'unstable' people were. That's what they like to call us, as if we're mentally incompetent of knowing that we're fucking psychotic.

I walked in the cafeteria and sat alone. Meanwhile, Dean went and sat with a group of guys that looked unfamiliar. I looked down in my lap for the remaining time to avoid unwanted conversation.

" Hey. "

I looked up to meet the emerald eyes of a small auburn haired girl. She had almond shaped eyes and freckle stained cheeks. She didn't look a day over 20, she was absolutely flawless.

" Hi. " I said lowly.

She grinned warmly at me and extended her hand, " I'm Natascha. "

I looked at her hand then her, fearing human contact all together. I slowly took her hand and shook it gently.

" I'm Adrienne. " I said then smiled faintly.

" it's very nice to meet someone as peaceful as you here, the other people I've talked to are very weird. " she giggled softly then cleared her throat. " you don't even look like the type to be in here. "

I made a 'hm' sound then nodded.

" so what are you in here for? " she asked while searching my face with her pupils.

" I guess I'm unstable, " I said lowly. " But I have my reasons. "

" and what are those.. " she interrupted then propped her elbows on the table as if she was paying close attention to what I was saying.

" I don't really know you that well enough to tell you. " I answered, which made her nod.

" Understandable. " she finished. " Well I'm in here for mental issues, it mostly triggered from seeing my father being bludgeoned by my mother. " she sighed. " but that's a different story for a different time. " she giggled unstably.

I looked at her for a second then looked back down, this bitch was crazier than me.

I scanned the cafeteria for a second and my eyes got glued on something that made my blood boil. It was Jon swapping spit with some broad across the cafeteria.

I resisted the urge to slam something as a deep red tint covered my entire face.

" Nice meeting you... " I trailed.

" Natascha. " she half-smiled.

" Yeah that. " I said before getting up and rushing out of the cafeteria back to my cell. I got back onto my hard cot and covered myself with the blankets.

I don't like Jon? Do I? No way Adrienne he's a very unstable character, he'd do nothing but bring you down. But I can't help but crave him spiritually and psychically, he's like coke.

Is this a dream? The hell if I know.

I slowly drifted off into unconsciousness with Jon and that unknown female on my mind.

-x-

HEYO. I have returned, as promised! And I honestly have to say, I've missed you little boogers (: Hopefully with a little inspiration I will start writing on full shift but until then this is an 'I'm sorry' gift ❤️ thank you guys so much for being so bloody patient! I love you all so much xx

( That is Adrienne in the picture on the top or side. )

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