Hostage- A WWE/ Shield Story

47

Later on that Night

We get back to the bus and I take my shirt off so Roman can ice my ribs. I sit down as Roman packs my ribs tightly with ice. I groan and lay back.

Roman:
You have a huge set of balls on you for a girl, you know that?

Dean:
Yeah, going after Bray Wyatt with bruised ribs....that took guts.

I just smile.

Dean:
Please talk.

Me:
What do you want me to say, Dean?

Dean:
Just say something... please talk to me.

He puts his hand on my back and we sit on the couch. I squeeze him

Me:
I'm sorry.

Dean:
For what?

Me:
Not helping you when Seth attack-

He puts his hand over my mouth.

Dean:
There's nothing you could have done, Audrey. You were being held back by Orton.

Me:
He forced me....watching him do that to you and Roman...(my lip starts to quivering) it was the worst kind of torture. I tried so hard to get free....to get to you before he did worse but...but...

Dean:
Shh. Don't start with the waterworks, kiddo. I hate to see you cry.

Me:
I love you both.

Dean:
We love you......and you didn't have to protect me.

Me:
You saw I take it?

Dean:
Yeah....why did you do that?!

Me:
Because, I didn't want you to be hurt again.

Dean:
So you had him hurt you?!

Me:
You were already hurt, Dean...I was the one left standing. I wasn't going to let him hurt you again. I'd do anything to protect my brother.

He lightly pulls my head into a hug

Dean:
You're really stupid, you know that?

I wrap my arms around Dean.

Me:
I love you too.

He sighs and chuckles.

Dean:
I know you do, dumbass. What's going through your mind right now?

Me:
I....I still don't quite understand what happened. It's like I'm in one of those amusement park teacup rides, and I'm spinning around over and over and I can't get off and it won't stop spinning. And the spinning is making me confused....and no matter what I do the spinning keeps getting faster. I don't get it, he seemed fine this whole time....there were no red flags that he would go and do this. It doesn't—

Dean:
I know what you mean, this is still hard to swallow.

Me:
Can I stay with John tonight?

Dean:
No, I need you here...I'm worried about you.

Me:
I'm fine, Dean.

Dean:
No, you aren't. You're a mess (he pokes my head) in there (he pokes my chest) and in there...and I don't want you going and doing something stupid.

Me:
Like what?

Dean:
You're an emotional wreck....I don't need you sleeping with Cena.

Me:
I wouldn't do that, Dean.