forgive me || dean ambrose story

day eight - extreme rules (pt.2) -

Dean Ambrose-

Shit. I fucked up.

I practically pulled the door off of the unused room and ran back down the corridor towards our locker room. In seconds I burst through the door and almost fell over into Seth as I gasped steadying myself.

"What the hell man!" Seth shoved me, a displeased frown on his face and I shook my head. At least I'd caught their attention.

"I need your help alright." I muttered almost shamefully leaning on the countertop. "I haven't got time to explain but just know. . I fucked up."

"Lemme guess, with Rory." Seth rose his eyebrow grabbing a bottled water from the mini refrigerator to soak his hair.

"I know you're all lovey dovey with her right now Dean but we don't have time. Finish getting ready it can wait till after the match." Roman basically instructed me, I shook my head. No way could this wait.

"But I need to explain! My head is going fucking mental!" I tore the tape angrily from Roman's bag, winding it around my left wrist furiously.

"You went to talk to Rory. She didn't want to listen and then she walked out." Roman spoke nonchalantly shaking his wet hair out. "See, I don't even need to guess."

"Stop bragging. I really think she's leaving." I snapped shoving his shoulder as I walked past him.

"Guys, we have to be out there in two minutes. This needs to wait Dean, we need to get into character now." Seth shushed me. Why were they so desperate to listen to me one minute then not at all the next. I'm getting irritated.

"Besides, you didn't mind her leaving us a few days ago, you were the one to call her a prostitute." Rome tutted opening the locker room door, Seth walked out and he rudely pushed me out of the door.

"Fuck." I cursed in frustration as both of them dug their fingernails into my shoulders to drag me down the hallways. "I didn't mean it okay. I was just confused, about what I wanted."

"Yeah. Well being confused doesn't give you the right to belittle a young woman." He shot back and I felt the words pull at my heartstrings. But soon I was reminded of why I was so defensive with Rory.

"Oh yeah?" I seethed clenching my fists. "Well excuse me that my fucking wife died."

The sarcasm was dripping from my words and all Seth did was shoot me a look as I glanced up and Roman tutted.

"One minute you're comforting me, the next you're calling me a woman beater. Make your fucking mind up assholes." I snapped no longer angry that Rory walked out.

I was pissed that my best friends didn't care about my problems. Didn't care about my current mental state all because of a match.

"Need I remind you that we are one of the most built up matches on this pay-per-view? You asshole." Seth shoved my shoulder as we stood in a line at the curtain. Him first, me behind and Roman last. He only stood there so he could make sure I go up to nothing funny whilst in the crowd.

Our music began playing and I jumped up and down, I glanced back and Roman was shaking his hair. The crack from Seth's knuckles showed me what he was doing and I smirked maliciously, desperate to gain the last word before we could no longer talk until after the match.

"You'll be the first two people whining when I go awol and Rory leaves our group. Assholes." I muttered as Seth pushed through the curtain. "Fuckin' liberty."