Sanctuary

The Last Chapter (end)

Shortly before you proceed to read the last chapter, remember there will be a sequel! Be sure to read my author's note at the end of this!

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My jaw felt like it would break as more pressure was applied, I couldn't speak.

"Now, believe or not, I don't want to hurt Mr. Ambrose - although he's ran his mouth more than the rest of you, this injury of his worries me. Putting him out of action permanently with just a good, solid shot to his head is a terrible thing to weigh on someone's conscience

I winced when Brock applied even more pressure and Heyman carefully stooped down.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," he whispered, "I don't have a conscience."

My eyes started to water, the burning sensation of skin against tile combined with a true fear of anything happening to Dean.

"We both know that if you tell your boyfriend I know about his head injury, either A. He'll withdraw out the fight, leaving just you and Rollins to fend us off - highly unlikely, or B. He'll take it as some sort of sick challenge to kill us before we kill him, very likely. Either way works for me, believe me."

A knock fell on the door, and for some dumb reason I thought that meant Lesnar would get up but he raised my head up then pressed it back down harder and wrenched my arm.

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." Paul warned, and the knock continued.

"Blake, hey it's Danielle, the girls told me you were pretty torn up."

I shut my eyes tight, why her? Why not the boys?

Brock moved my jaw to the side so that my mouth was usable.

"Say you're fine."

"I'm fine." I said instantly. "I'm just getting dressed."

"Okay well will you meet me at my office in a few?"

"Yeah, I'll be there." I choked out, "just give me a minute please,"

I'm not sure why my heart dropped in my stomach when I heard her heels go away.

"See how you follow direction and no one gets hurt?" I opened my eyes to see Paul's grin. "I know you can do the same tonight. Make this the one thing in your life that you don't complicate."

He ran his hand through my hair and I managed to wriggle my head to make him stop. Then he stood, did a motion of the hand and Brock let me go.

I slowly sat up, holding the side of my face and glaring at them.

"You'll know your chance when it arrives tonight to save your friends. Hope you take it. Brock, let's go." He held the door open and they walked out in the hall.

I continued to sit there, tears slowly ran down my cheeks and I wiped them.

Then, before I could manage to pull myself up, Dean entered the room, clearly unaware at what just happened.

"Seth won, he's getting stitches."

I nodded absently. In my side view, I saw his head cocked and him take a step closer.

"I-I-Is your face red?"

I couldn't lie before he grabbed my chin to take a look and I winced, causing him to pull away and grow angry.