Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifty-One: Sealed with a Kiss

Chapter Fifty-One: Sealed with a Kiss

After last night's events, it was still an amazement that I had managed to get as much sleep as I did. I slept for twelve hours, having many, many torturous nightmares. Some of them involved Jon and I fighting. Others were vivid replays of the night that Nick turned against me and of the nights that Jon and I fought with each other. All were so horrible that after the last one, when I was clutching my chest while sitting up in bed, I decided that I had to put an end to the madness once and for all. Not by suicide, of course. I was under a strict watch now. Ever since someone let it slip to Triple H that I had relapsed, not an hour ever went by that I didn't receive a phone call from someone, whether it be anyone from Cesaro to Brian Danielson. But an end had to come. Either I suffered for the rest of my life or I solved my problems and reached a compromise with the man that brought me down.

Obviously, I chose the latter.

It wasn't a decision that I was keen on making, but my days in the WWE were short. Plus, I wanted to begin to get my life in order once more. And I had to start with forgiving Jon. As much as I hadn't wanted to, I knew that I had to. I was still in love with him and he was still in love with me. The unexpected kiss that we had shared last night made it quite plain to see that we still wanted each other. It would just be a matter of forgiving him for what he did and the massive amounts of trust that would have to be rebuilt.

But I had to get an opinion on the matter. So whom did I turn to? The one person that supposedly knew me better than myself: my mother.

When I had woken up crying and screaming after reliving the moment that Nick had dug the knife into my back, I immediately grabbed my phone and called my mom. She had been asleep, but whenever she answered the phone, she sounded thoroughly worried. Of course, it took about five minutes for me to calm her down, but once she was quiet enough, I began to explain everything. When I had started, it had been one-thirty. By the time I was finished, it was nearly seven minutes past two. Mom had remained speechless nearly the entire time, yet it took her what seemed to be even longer to form a response.

My mom, after Jon and I ended our relationship, formed a strong and impenetrable hatred for Jon. Of course, I had not stopped her from possessing such a horrid thing. It was hard for to even register the fact that I was still in love with him and that I was willing to be his girlfriend again. She nearly cussed me out, but didn't, knowing that I had called for a peace of mind instead of a lecture. Well, at first, she wasn't so nice about it. But after a minute or two, Mom calmed down and in such a brief summary, said that she knew that I was a grown woman and that whatever decision I made, I did it of sound mind and body. She knew that I would have a long road ahead of me. And from her perspective, she still hated Jon for relentlessly destroying what little sanity I had left. But she declared that if all went well whenever the two of us decided to talk, she would try to see the better side of Jon and make an attempt to be as warm to him as she was during the duration of our stay for the Christmas holidays last year. This was all said even after I had explained that he had found out the truth. Oh well. In some ways, I agreed.

But before we ended our little heart-to-heart, Mom said that I deserved to be happy and that if I truly still wanted to have Jon in my life, I shouldn't let anyone stop me from going for him. She knew firsthand that before our nasty breakup that he treated me very well and that the next time around wouldn't be any different. That relieved me somewhat and I had gotten the advice that I wanted. But it was the fact that I had to confront Jon. I was not good at it and judging by last night, it could and probably would turn nasty. And after saying goodnight to my mother, I immediately went back to sleep.

I had woken up not even two hours ago. The very first thing that I did was reach for my phone so that I could shut off the alarm. But when I looked at the screen, there was a text from Jon. He had sent it around seven that morning, asking if I was alright. I said "yes." He knew that I was lying and tried to talk about last night's events, but I stopped him, agreeing that we did need to talk about them, but it would be best to do it in public so that there would be no miscommunication, before his match. He then said that he was looking forward to it and that signaled the end of the conversation. I thought that I was going to need my anxiety medicine before I left the hotel. But whenever I found the bottle, I came to the conclusion that they were not helping at all and did not benefit my mental health in any way, so before I had stopped at Panera Bread, I gave it to a drug discard box inside of the St. Louis Police Headquarters. It had taken me a long time to realize that I didn't need them. I had taken Jon's advice at last and kicked the habit. I never became addicted, however.