Be My Shield

Shattered

Jo's POV

Somehow, I managed to find catering without looking like a lost puppy. I was still in my stage outfit, not even worried about changing until I got the elusive water bottle. Sure enough, I saw John in catering.

He kinda looked preoccupied, so I was able to sneak right past him. I made it to the cooler with the water in it, and grabbed the coldest bottle that I could find. Sure enough, the lid just had to slam shut. I mumbled to myself, "Balls."

For my sake, I decided to run out of catering, due to the fact that John was approaching me. He grabbed onto my right wrist, and I tried to fight back against him, until I realized that he was ten times stronger than me. I yelped out of pain and the pure shock that he grabbed me and stopped me from escaping. John whispered to me, "I miss you Jo. Why don't you want to comeback to everything that we had?"

I used my other arm to point to my wrist, "Because you treated me like this. I am not a personal punching bag! You took away everything that made me happy." I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he only held tighter.

John then said, "I can change all of that if we get back together." His face contorted in the same ways on his 'bad' nights. He was frustrated at...me.
A/N: Next Part has some violence. Remember, This isn't real. All of it is fiction.

I use the last of my confidence to say, "No, I won't come running back to you. Never. Ever." After I said that, John just blew up with his temper. I felt every blow to my face, back, legs, wrists.

"Why won't you listen to me, Cameron?!?!?" John said as he kept the blows coming. "Answer me, you little brat, ANSWER ME!"

I never spoke to him, I just gave him a wee bit of a low blow. He hunched over, his face in twisted pain, so I used this opportunity to run away from catering. With my adrenaline, I could have ran across oceans to get away from John. Well, this was my plan, until I literally ran into the Shield.

"That's twice today, Ms. Winchester. What's up?" I heard Dean's voice ask me that.

I chose not to answer him, so I looked at the ground. I was scared witless of everyone by this point. I mumbled quietly to myself, "I shouldn't be here. This isn't safe."

Dean bent down towards me to see me. I faced away from him and his brothers. Roman and Seth came around to see if they could see me. Roman then said, "Are we scaring you?"

I sighed, "No, it's not you three. You're making me feel like I belong here." I closed my eyes to hide my tears, but it was too late. I kept on talking, "It's someone else here that's my fricking nightmare! I can't sleep without a nightmare of this person. I need to get out of here while I can." It felt good to tell someone about how I am doing. Yet, these three are complete strangers to me.

I tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming. Seth finally spoke up, "Jo, you're okay here. Who is your nightmare? What happened to you?"

I got up and started to walk away from them, "I'll tell the three of you later. I wouldn't want to get you off focused for your match." I walked to a distance where the Shield couldn't see the damage on me. I turned towards them, and sure enough, they were following right behind me.

Dean spoke next, "You might as well tell us now." He then motioned towards their locker room area, and little did I realize, my dressing room was right next door to them.

I shook my head:No. Once again, Dean motioned to the door. No. After seeing him go into the room, I decided that I needed to tell someone sooner or later. I headed towards the light of the locker room.

I knocked on the door, and it opened ever so slightly. I walked in and went over to the mirror to survey the damage of the latest battle. My makeup was ruined, my lip was busted, there were multiple bruises on my face, arms, and back, and to top it all off, my eyes were red. I looked like a wreak, and just seeing the results of the encounter with John only made me tear up again.

I turned around and finally faced The Shield. All three of them were shocked..and mad at John. Roman walked out of the room, mumbling about a trainer. Seth, meanwhile, paced the room, with anger coursing through his veins. Dean was the only one that was brave enough to approach me by questioning, "What happened to you, Jo?"

I tried to calm myself down enough to tell him what had happened, but the tears kept coming. I managed to reply ever so slightly, "John did this to me. Trust me, this hasn't been the first time that this has happened."

"He has done this before to you? How long?" Dean started to pop his knuckles, which kinda scared me.

"Yes, this hasn't been the first time. I lost count after a year. That's why I broke up with him. And yet, he still haunts me." I put my head in my hands, until I heard the door opened.

I looked up, and I saw the head trainer with Roman following right behind him. The trainer approached me, "Hi, I'm Dr. Shelby, and I am going to ask you a few questions. What is your name?"

I replied weakly, "Jo-Joanna Beth Winchester." I wiped my tears away for a few minutes, in order to talk to Dr. Shelby.

"Alright, Ms. Winchester. Can you walk?"

No matter how much it caused me pain, I stood up, "Yeah. I think I can walk."

"Okay, then in that case, I am going to bring you to my office, okay? That way, someone can keep a good eye on you while these three kick some ass and take some names."

I smiled at the Shield and then I asked Dr. Shelby, "Can I at least wish them good luck?"

The trainer sighed and replied, "That's fine. Just don't take too long." He then walked out to his office.

I turned towards the Shield, "Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it so much."

Seth spoke up, "No problem. We couldn't leave you in the dust with that situation. We have to help out our fellow rookie."

Roman, the quiet guy, speaks up, "That's our job, saving innocent people from injustice."

I smiled at the three men, "Thank you. Now, good luck to all three of you, and can you please kick John's butt for me?"

Dean laughed, "No problem, Ms. Winchester. Anything else?"

"Yeah: Where is the trainer's room at?" All three of them laughed at me, and I joined in. For once in my life, it felt like my confidence was whole. And not shattered like it actually is.