Tame

Chapter Nine

As Kane and Daniel's match with Big Show comes closer, I find myself restless in the locker room and leave. I'm making my way to the catering room when I hear moaning coming from a cleaning closet. I cringe. Really? At work? But then someone, a man, groans, "Help," and I know there's no sexual activity going on. I slowly approach the closet and open the door. Miz slumps out of the small room half conscious. His suit jacket is missing, his dress shirt is ripped in places and his tie is nearly choking him, but that's not the worse of it. His face is close to unrecognizable it's so bruised and bloody. Despite how he acted towards me out in the ring, I know I can't leave him like this.
I crouch down beside him and remove the tie, dapping it in the places where the most blood is coming from. "Can someone help me!" I call out. "Someone call a doctor!"
R-Truth runs away calling for Dr. Sampson while Show comes over and crouches on the other side of Miz. A few minutes later, the head doctor, Dr. Sampson, and a few assistants arrive on the scene, shooing Show and I away.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" I ask Show who places a hand on my shoulder. He shrugs, not seeming that concerned for Miz's well being.
"He'll live," Show states simply before walking away.
After a few moments of standing there, thinking about whether or not Miz will be out action for a while, I turn toward a dark, abandoned hallway and walk down it.
"Dean?" I call out softly. "Are you there? Dean?"
He emerges from another hallway off to the left, his eyebrows raised. "What?" he asks. I can tell he's still a little upset about earlier tonight and I should be avoiding him at all cost, but I can't, at least not right now.
"You attacked him," I tell him, but more like a statement than an accusation. "Miz."
Dean shrugs, jamming his fists in his pockets. "Yeah," he states simply. "I mean, he was talking shit about you so..."
I walk up to him and grab his face, bringing my lips to his forehead. By the crease that forms between his eyebrows when I lean away, I know he wanted this moment to last longer. "Thank you," I say. "No one's ever beaten someone up for being mean to me before." I laugh a little.
"Well I can't have people walking all over my girlfriend," Dean says. And he's back.
I roll my eyes. "I'm not your girlfriend," I remind him.
"Hey, you kissed me," he points out.
"It was my way of saying thank you," I defend. "And it was no where near the lips so I hardly think it counts."
"It does in my book," he teases, poking my stomach.
I swat his hand away, giggling. He bites the bottom of his smile and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him. My breath hitches in my throat.
"Dean," I whisper.
"Shh," he mutters, gently placing me against one of the walls. "Just be quiet."
I don't know what compels me to do it, but I tilt my head up in invitation. He looks me in the eyes for a moment before matching his mouth to mine. He kisses me so softly with his hands cupped against my cheeks that I'm sure I'm about a second away from melting. I gently grab the back of his neck, slightly pushing our lips together more. He sighs happily as he fully presses his body onto mine.
"Team Hell No vs the Big Show in a handicap match next on Friday Night Smackdown," I can faintly hear Mr. Cole say in the background.
I gasp, crashing back into reality. I push Dean away and he stumbles back, caught off guard.
"What?" Dean asks.
I place head in my hands, taking deep breaths. "What am I doing?" I mutter to myself.
"Ada?" Dean questions, taking a few steps toward me.
I place my hands on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Dean sighs, shaking his head. "Please, Ada," he begs. "Don't do this. Don't start pushing me away again."
My arms fall at my side and he takes advantage, pressing his body onto mine again. "Hey," he whispers, stroking the side of my face. "Come on, don't be like this, okay?" He leans in to kiss me, but I turn my face away.
"I have to go, Dean," I say tersely, wiggling out of the space between the wall and him. "Kane and Daniel are waiting for me." I turn on my heels and run down the hall, turning to go to the guerilla.
I can't believe I lost myself there. Dean doesn't really like me. I'm just a game to him. He's trying to see how strong my will will hold before I cave into his antics. He won there for a second, but there won't be any repeats. I'm not going to let Dean get to me again.