Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifty-Four: A Do-Gooder

Chapter Fifty-Four: A Do-Gooder

 It was Friday, the one day of the week that I usually did not have anything to do. This would normally be the day that I would have the opportunity to sleep in before it was time to get back on the road. This time around, however, I would actually be on the road with Jon. In the past, either I had insisted on staying behind and meeting up with him in whatever town or city he would be in on Sundays, or he would make me stay out of concern for my health that was especially fragile nowadays. But after much back-and-forth bickering, Jon agreed to let me go with him, also saying it would be good for promotional reasons on my part.

Now all I had to do was find the will to actually get out of bed.

Staring up at the ceiling, I noticed that Jon wasn't in the bed. I listened for any sounds, yet there were none. All of a sudden, a faint hissing sounded from somewhere down the hall that sounded like running water, which only told me that he was taking a shower. I had half a mind to join him, but decided not to, remembering the last time that I did. The scar from the razor blade that I had stepped on had yet to fade away. So I stayed where he was, already getting a faint whiff of the shampoo that he was using.

Rolling over onto my stomach, I pulled my phone off of the nightstand and turned it on. I had seldomly used it anymore, especially at home. I usually stayed on the phone with my Mom or Dad, but that wasn't the case this time. The land lines in West-Newbury were undergoing technological repair, so they would be unusable for the time being, which meant that if we desired to speak to each other, we would have to have a meeting point. Walking to their houses I had no problem with, it was just the fact that I necessarily couldn't bring Jon along that made me feel so uneasy. But I still held onto the hope that after the three would have their high-stakes meeting during Wrestlemania Week, everything would be set right once more.

Scrolling through the multiple notifications that I had from various apps and people, I noticed that there was a voicemail from Nikki. The woman hardly ever called me, so when I noticed she had done so, I began to panic. And once I listened to the voicemail, I had every right to.

"Hey, it's Nikki. Um, I don't know if you're going to be busy today or not, but Trinity and I are going to go into Boston and find our dresses for the Hall of Fame ceremony, so we thought that it would be a good idea to take you with us. We'll be at your house in one hour, so be ready when we get there. See you in a bit. Bye."

The message had been left forty-five minutes ago. After replaying it for a second time, I jumped out of bed and began to search for clothes. Once I had found my favorite black casual dress and shoes, I dashed off to the bathroom, hastily trying to prepare for what was yet to come.

I did have plans to attend the Hall of Fame ceremony, but I did not want to get my dress until the day before the event so that way I could not change my mind. I had planned to go alone so that way no one else would get a sick kick out of my dismay. Now all of that had changed. I did not know why I was agreeing to this little outing. All in all, I hoped that I would not be late for the flight to Iowa that would leave at exactly five o'clock that evening.

Opening the bathroom door, I was met with a blast of steam and warmth. The water had stopped running, and I could hear Jon humming a song, something that he always did before getting out of the shower.

"Someone's up early," he called from behind the shower curtain.

"Good morning to you too," I said, turning on my flattening iron.

"Jesus. No need to yell. Are you okay?"

I sighed, searching for my blood-red lipstick.