- Living With A Lunatic | Dean Ambrose.

- chapter three ;

There was a knock on my door, I figured if I ignored it, who ever would walk away, but that didn't happen.

"Taylor, I know you're in there, you have three seconds to open this door, or I'm coming in." I heard Joe say, and like always Joe kept his word.

Apparently, he decided I ignored him enough, he came over, sat on the the end of my bed, and pulled the covers of my body.

"I'm fine Joe, you should get back to Colby." I said, attempting to get rid of him.

"No, you're not Taylor, and when Jon gets back I'm going to kick his ass." Joe said, and I let out a laugh, smiling because he knew he get one.

"Now do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked, moving the hair out of my face, just to see my stained up cheeks, I rubbed my eyes and sat up next to Joe.

"I don't even know, he was fine when all you got here, and while you and Colby were gone, I asked him what was wrong and he blew up at me." I explained, trying to not let the tears fall again.

"I'm sure he didn't mean what he said." Joe said, putting his arm around me.

"That's the thing though Joe, he did, you didn't hear him, and I don't know what I did to deserve it." I said.

"You didn't do anything, you know how he gets when he's in his moods."

"Yeah I know, but he never told me he never wanted me around before." I said, laying my head on Joe's shoulder.

"He didn't mean it, Taylor, he's just pissed off right now. So why don't you come downstairs and drink with your brother and I, you know you're the only one who can keep me in check." I laughed and nodded, Joe and I made our way to the livingroom and I took a seat next to Colby.

"Okay, I think we wasted enough time, time to drink." I said getting up and walking into the kitchen to get the shot glasses. This is what we do we sit in the room, drink, and talk.

I walked back into the room and stopped when I saw Mr. Asshole his self sitting on the couch, I never heard him pull up. I decided he wasn't going to ruin my night with the other guys. If he wanted to be a asshole towards me than he can be and I won't care. What a lie. I sat the glasses on the table, I took a seat next to Colby, and ignore Jon the rest of the night.

After five hours, multiple shots, and three failed attempts from Joe to get in my pants, I decided to call it a night. Colby was passed out in his room, we a amused because he never came back from using the bathroom over a hour ago. Joe barely made it to the bed, he passed out in Jon's room, and I just laughed somethings will never change with these boys. Jon was still downing shots but he was so out of it, he'll probably pass out on the couch. I went in my room, changed into a Hardy Boyz tee-shirt and laid in my bed. I rolled over facing the wall, about a good 30 minutes later when I was half asleep, I heard someone come in my room,  approaching my bed.

I laughed when I heard whoever it was trip over my skatebored. It didn't take long for me to control my laughter when I figured out who it was, when I heard a not so quiet voice say "fuck." Jon. The voice was Jon. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him, so I pretend to keep my eyes shut.

"Tay, are you awake?" Jon said, in a drunken slur. Considering I was still mad at him I decided not to say anything, but then I felt my bed shift and I felt his hair hit my face when he laid down next to me.

Jon wrapped his arms around my mid-section, he pulled me closer to him, I tried to resist but even drunk, he could over power me. Damn him for being a professional wrestler. He burries his face in my neck.

"I'm really sorry Tay, I didn't mean what I said, I don't think your a bitch, I never have." He mumbled, I just sighed and turned over making sure my eyes were still shut.

"I don't want you to be mad at me anymore." I couldn't take this, I had a couple of days to be mad at him. I rolled over slightly opening my eyes, his hair was a mess, his eyes were clouded over,  and he had no shirt on.

"Jon, it's three in the morning, leave me alone and go to asleep." I said trying to get out of his hold.

"I'm not leaving until you forgive me." Pulling me even closer to him.

"Jon, please, I'm tired, you're drunk, so just leave." I pleaded him.

"I can't." He said loosing his grip on me.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Joe is passed out in my bed." He said with his words slurring, I could barely understand him, I think he over did it with the liquor.

"Then go sleep on the couch." I said getting annoyed.

"It's uncomfortable." He said and I sighed.

"Sleep on the floor." I suggested, now getting frustrated.

"I can't walk." He said.

"Then, I'm going." I said as I started getting out of my bed. I was still mad, and Jon is drunk, he'll forget all about this in the morning, and still be pissed at me. So it's better if I just leave.

"I don't want you to go." Jon said, pulling me back over to my bed.

"Jon." I whined as he put me back on the bed with him.

Jon wrapped his arms around my mid-section and held me tight, I knew there was no way getting out of his hold, I sighed, and laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.

Here's chapters three! :) you know what to do! xoxoxo.