Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter One: Arriving in Atlanta

           

"We're here," John announced as we passed the gigantic sign that officially welcomed us to the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I felt the anxiety settle in. I wanted to ask John to drive me to the nearest airport so that I could buy a one-way ticket back to Massachusetts, but I knew that he wouldn't.

"Thank God! I can't wait to go to sleep."

"You almost slept the whole way here," he said.

I watched as I caught my first glimpse of the inner city. It was busy and bustling as always. People rushing to and fro, school buses dropping off children at their respective destinations, the occasional jogger here and there, tall, jaw-dropping buildings that I stared at with much fascination, wrestling fans already carrying their signs and wearing their t-shirts, hot dog and cotton candy vendors parked at corners...

"Ah, John. You can survive one night without me."

John just shook his head and flexed his muscles underneath his emerald green t-shirt. John Cena. Wow. Some days, even though I have lived with it for over thirteen years, I still could not believe that my brother was one of the biggest professional wrestlers in the world. For those thirteen years, he has been the eternal protagonist, not to mention the WWE's supposed top attraction. Before the PG Era was ushered in, John's gimmicks and dialogue were some things that I enjoyed to watch. In fact, it was this time that John was really at the height of his popularity. But after the feud between him and The Nexus ended, the writing team dulled him down and somedays, I am actually a little embarrassed to even watch his promos. But despite it all, I loved my brother.

John and I have always been close. There was never a secret between us when were kids. On Saturday mornings, he would always wake up an hour before I would and make me breakfast. We went to wrestling events whenever we could. My other brothers and I did not have that close bond. John and I have always been there for each other, and honestly, if it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be breathing today.

"Just go. Everyone's excited to see you again."

I sighed. " I suppose so. Trinity and I really haven't seen each other since last year's Survivor Series and Paige and I haven't hung out in about three or four months."

"See? All the more reason to go," he said as the bright Georgia sun illuminated the interior of the car.

John was managing to wear me down and my instinct was to make one last plea. One final, desperate plea. I stared down at my skirt, focusing on its black lace that stretched down to my knees.

"Ugh! What if no one remembers me? What if people ask about the..?"

John sighed and looked over at me, putting one hand on my shoulder, bravely driving with just one hand.

"Look," he began," you're my sister. Confidence is a hereditary trait in our family and you never inherited it. Right now, you need to find some. You've got to be brave and confident about that scar. It's been a long and tiring road of recuperation, but you've done it, Brittany. It's time to take that big step and get your life back on track. Besides, if you can put a true smile on your face and manage to tour around the world with me for six months, it makes you look even tougher."

Whenever someone happened to bring up the topic of the hideous scar, a flash of pain ran underneath it, causing me to squirm and wince. It was a gruesome and unbearable secret that only certain people knew about.

Up until I received it, my life was at last enjoyable. I had a steady job as a high school theatre teacher, a loving and gorgeous fiancé whose name was Nick and a beautiful home that I decorated all by myself. I was perfectly happy and already formulating plans of possibly having children. Everything was totally copacetic until a very emotional visit to the doctor.