Seth's POV
I should have let him kill me, Roman and Dean are now getting, who knows what. It would have been easier if he just killed me. This guilt is eating at me. All of just came and I burst out crying, Bertha ran over and put me down. I slowly stoped crying.
"I should have just let him kill me." I squeaked.
"No, Seth, stop it is NOT your fault." Galina said.
"Yes it is!" I yelled.
"No it isn't." Bertha said. I got up and started pacing.
(Back to the boys)
Roman's POV
"Ok I have had my fun with you guys." Andrew said. We both sighed.
"But, you have to have a make out session. Both off you." Andrew smiled. "Dean, you first."
*******5 minutes later*********
"Now Roman." He said.
********5 minutes later********
"You can't go to the police." Andrew said. We nodded.
"Oh by the way- " He shot us! Me in the arm/shoulder and Dean in the leg. We both screamed in pain.
"Now leave." Andrew shooed us. I was helping Dean walk while my shoulder just kept bleeding. I drove us to the hospital (with one arm). They jumped and helped us right away. They had to do stitches on both of us and Dean's leg was broken and so was my shoulder. We had to be out for 5-ING MONTHS!!!
Bertha's POV
We heard a knock at the door.
Galina got it."Oh my god what happened?!" I heard her. Roman and Dean came in.
Dean had a leg cast and roman had a cast on his shoulder."We will explain everything." Dean said. When they said everything, this is the reaction.......
"EWWWWWW!!!" We all yelled.
"Yeah." They said.
"Are you ok?" We asked.
"Yep." They said.
"Ok, we need to stop talking at the same time." I laughed. We all laughed. We just talked they told us more and there were more "ewww"s.

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Forbidden Love~A Dean Ambrose Love Story~
Fanfiction~~~~~~~~~ Once again I slammed him into the wall. "If you ever hurt her, I will kill you, do you understand me?" I asked. He gulped and nodded his head yes. I dropped him again. I know harsh. "Is that your harsh way of saying yes?" He asked holding...