Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Save the Day (Paige's Point of View)

 It had been four days since anyone had seen Brittany. Everytime Paige texted, she would send short replies that made Paige angry. 

No one had expected what was thrown their way. Everyone watched in horror as Brittany was fired and then re-hired, but forced to fight Seth Rollins at Wrestlemania just so that she could retain her job and Jon's as well. That was only the beginning of the catastrophe. More drama unfolded backstage as Jon broke her heart and didn't even think twice about it. It enraged Paige beyond belief, forcing her to slap him the following night.

Hardly anyone dared to talk to Jon after that. Roman Reigns was about the only soul that would pay him any mind. Nobody even wanted to talk about what happened. It was awkward and uncomfortable.  It had been complete pandemonium all week long. And now, it was time to force Brittany out of hiding at to show her face at work.

Digging around inside of the filled-mailbox, Paige found the little silver key and hastily shoved it into the lock, hoping that when she opened the door that she would not find any startling surprises. When the door opened, the smell of daisies and roses filled her nostrils. The hallway was littered with shoes, but the stairwell was clear. The living room was in order and the kitchen appeared to be unused. That was not a good sign.

Dropping her luggage to the floor, Paige went over to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Then, after there was nothing but pulp at the bottom, she went over to the stairs and began to climb them, hoping that she remembered which room was the bedroom. She heard nothing but an eerie silence which was quickly broken by the sound of some aggressive heavy metal. Paige placed her hand on the doorknob, ready to go to war.

Opening the door, Paige looked to the bed and saw Brittany, propped up against a mountain of pillows, setting an empty glass of milk on the bedside table.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice sounded dry and cracked.

"Nobody's seen you in four days, Britt. They needed someone to come and check on you."

She sighed and clutched her wrist. "I'm alive, aren't I? Still breathing, wallowing in my own misery. Wishing that I could blink without crying."

Paige couldn't believe her eyes. Her face was as puffy as a blowfish, and she looked sick. Paige dared to sit down on the bed, shooing a few tissues out of her way.

"How are you feeling?" What a stupid thing to ask.

Brittany scoffed. "You have the fucking nerve to ask me that?"

"Excuse me for trying to be a good friend," she defended.

Brittany pushed an empty box off of the bed, hiding her face in her hands. "Still the same. Wondering what I did wrong. Feeling ashamed for letting my guard down and falling in love with him."

"Brit..." Paige was speechless.

"Save it. Nothing you say is going to make a difference."

"It will make a fucking difference if you would quit being so goddamned stubborn and listen to me for once!"

"Brittany, I understand that what happened on Monday set you back.  But you can't let this stop you from living. Do you know how proud all of us were when we all realized that you were literally so happy and doing better? You actually had a good attitude and took care of yourself. You have to stay strong, Brittany. I won't lose you."

A few, small tears dared to trail down Paige's cheeks. She had spoken from the heart, not sugarcoating any parts. It was the truth. 

Brittany seemed shocked by those words. She sat there in complete silence, mulling it all over with a blank expression on her face. Paige thought that she wasn't even going to give a reply, but she opened her chapped lips and said, "I am trying so hard to keep my head above the water, Paige. Really, I am. But it's so hard to do that without Jon. As much as I want to stop swimming, I can't. But I want to."

"He shouldn't even fucking matter anymore and he's lucky that no one has killed him yet for breaking your heart," she said, starting to feel angry.

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Go back to work with a smile on my face and pretend that nothing happened?" Brittany threw a pillow to the floor, feathers flying out of it.

With sad eyes, she looked upon her best friend and tried to remain calm, knowing that this was going to be a tough thing to do.

"No one said that you had to see him again," Paige grabbed one of Brittany's feet and began to play with her toes. "All that anybody wants is for you to come back to work and to keep living. Is that too much to ask?"

"That's the problem, Paige. I've been trying for so long. Every time I do, I always get fucked over and broken just a little bit more," she said as her lower lip trembled.

Paige smacked her forehead in disbelief. It was much worse than she had originally thought.

"But you have-," Paige was cut off yet again.

"You don't fucking understand! I love Jon, and that's bad. That means I'm going to be tortured by that for the rest of my life and there's not a damn thing that I can do to stop it. I can't go back to work and face him! I can't, knowing that he hates me and that I will ultimately cost him his career. That weights' on my shoulders. It's so fucking hard and I am so scared."

If there was one true thing that anyone knew about Paige, it was that she was not one to stick around when someone would not listen to her. Not wanting to argue with the brick wall anymore, she got up, preparing to leave. "Okay, well, you're not going to listen to me. I'm just going to leave. Come back to work whenever you grow a set of goddamned balls."

Before she could even set one foot in the hallway, Paige felt a cold, clammy hand wrap around her wrist. It was Brittany. She seemed angry,  holding her head as if it were about to split in half. "Don't go, Paige. I'm sorry. I'll go back! I promise, I'll go back. Just don't leave me. I don't want you to give up on me too."

Paige knew how much Jon meant to Brittany. She knew that she loved him and that love threatened to kill her. Paige believed strongly that you should never go back to the person that broke your heart, but she knew that she had to help them get back together. As much as she hated the man, she wanted to see her best friend be happy again.