Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

You kill me in a good way - Part 13

So there's a bit of a surprise in this chapter. Enjoy and thanks for reading! 

P.S. AJ doesn't have kids in this story!

Roman was walking through the backstage corridors. He was on a mission. That mission being: Teach Dean Ambrose a lesson. The Samoan was fed up of Dean taking the spotlight. Ever since he tried to commit suicide everyone in the locker room has been all over him and it's easy to see that Dean loves the attention. He wanted it. That's why he tried to kill himself. For attention. This angered Roman even more.

He found Dean in the locker room and went straight in for the kill. Roman pushed his ex-friend to the ground and straddled him, punching his face multiple times as hard as he could. The weak boy underneath him didn't fight bag for he had no physical or mental strength.

It took more than six men to pull Roman off. The Samoan made sure he beat Dean long enough so that the attention whore would bleed. Ambrose's nose was pouring with blood and he was still laying on the floor, not making a single move. AJ kneeled next to his friend and checked to make sure he was okay, before the doctor entered the room.

Roman was taken into an empty room on the opposite side of the arena to 'cool down.' He knew that what he did would have consequences, but it was worth it.

Dean was cleaned up by the doctors and told that he had a broken nose. However that was the least of his worries. He now had a meeting with his boss and Roman, about what happened and he knew he would get all the blame for it. Dean arrived at Triple H's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." He heard Hunter shout. "Hello Mr Ambrose, take a seat. How's your nose?" Hunter asked as Dean entered the room.

"It's been better." Dean mumbled trying not to make eye contact with Roman.

"Now you two know why you're here so lets get on with it. Why were you guys fighting?" Triple H asked. No one answered. "Don't make me ask you again!"

"I don't know Sir, Roman just attacked me." Dean shrugged looking towards the ground.

"Is that true Roman?"

"Yes." Roman answered simply.

"Okay and is there any reason why you attacked Dean?"

"No."

"Right well, whether you like it or not, the both of you have been given a formal warning so if this happens again, you can say a big, fat goodbye to this company." Hunter told them firmly.

"But I didn't do an-" Dean was interrupted.

"Well, obviously you did something otherwise he wouldn't have beat you up!" Hunter shouted making Dean jump. "Now both of you get out of my office!"

The two men stormed out. Dean headed straight for the hotel. He knew what he was gonna do tonight.

__________

Dean had bought a bottle of Vodka and a six pack of beers on his way to the hotel. He didn't want to think about what had happened and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so instead he decided to get drunk.

Four of the beers and half of the Vodka had already made it's way into Dean's bloodstream. It felt good to feel numb. Dean took another mouthful of the Vodka before grabbing his lighter from his bag and twisting it around in his hands. He thought about what he was doing for a second, but then he realized that it felt good the last time he did it and it would probably feel even better if he did it right now, so he did.

Dean brought the lighter up to his wrist and ignited the flame. The stress of the previous day had completely disappeared from his soul and his body. He was free once again.