Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 46

"Thanks for driving down with me" punk says, pulling his and my suitcases behind him. I smile at the floor and continue walking up the ramp to raw.

Dean wasn't exactly over joyed at the idea of me riding to raw with punk, even though it is only a 10 minute ride, he was still very wary of him, and understandingly so. But punk deserves at least the chance to explain his doing from earlier. He is still one of my best fiends and if I can give second chances to pretty much everybody around me, it's only fair I do the same for him.

"This is going to be a fun Raw" punk tells me, opening the door to the stadium.

It's been about 2 hours since the party ended, and I'm still scared of seeing Stephanie or Hunter after Deans remark earlier. I just may die if either of them have said anything to anybody about it.

Dean did calm me down with some of the reassuring words when I was freaking out about what he said to them.

"Riley, were down this way" punk points to the board with where the locker rooms are in the arena.

I take my suitcase from my grip and continue walking with punk. It's extremely awkward but I don't want to say anything about it.

I know I need to ask Punk about what the hell happened sooner or later, and I can't keep putting it off like this.

"Hey punk?" I calmly ask , keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

"What's wrong?" He asks, the same concern laced through this voice as always whenever I go to him with a problem.

"What was up before, you know at the party?" I say.

He stops in his tracks outside of one of the locker rooms.

"I..." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to somewhat gather his thoughts.

"Come in here and sit" punk says, pushing the Locker room door open. It's empty, a few bags filled with ring gear line the benches but other than that it's empty.

Punks boots echo through the room as he sits down on one of the benches. I follow behind and sit beside him.

"Okay, so basically... I know Dean a lot better than you do." Punk says. I look up at him, but immediately dodge his stare and look at the Pepsi tattoo inked on his shoulder, which his tank top shows off well.

I feel slightly angry at his assumption. Nobody knows Dean as well as I do, right?

"What I mean is that I've known him a lot longer than you." Punk clarifies, easing off some of my anger.

"You've only seen him at his absolute best, you've only seen his best behaviour. In scared that once you see him at his worst, you'll be in too deep to get away from him unaffected." Punk says. I connect my eyes with his, and I see some sympathy in his eyes as he searches mine.

"What do you mean? What's this worse behaviour that you're talking about?" I question as my mind races with a million questions.

"Alcoholism, he killed Renee, who's to say he won't do the same to you Riles." Punk says in almost a whisper.

My skin is boiling, I'm so pissed off. I can't stop myself before I go off on punk.

"That isn't fair. That's his past. It isn't fair for you to bring it up even though he's gotten past it!" I raise my voice at him. I'm sick of people, including myself, downgrading and putting down Dean because of who he WAS.

"Riley, you know I didn't mean it like-" punk begins, but I hold up a finger to silence him. I'm not done and I need to put him in his place.

"He isn't going to hurt me. When you're with someone you accept them at their best and worst, you're supposed to fight together not against each other and if I'm continuously worried about deans worst coming out, we'll be damned. I'm not an absolute sweetheart to deal with but he deals with me, and you better know I'll be dealing with him whenever this "worse" side of him comes out" I snap at punk, slightly out of breath from my rant but meaning every word of it.