Psychological Scars (Dean Ambrose Fanfic) Sequel to Ten Tonne Skeleton.

The man I once knew - Part 4

Sami knew that the silent treatment wasn't a good enough punishment this time. Jon had lost two matches in a row, and he had made eye contact at his ex-boyfriend. When they got together the first rule that Sami put in place, was that Jon was never allowed to be in the same room as Seth. And it didn't help that Roman and AJ were there too.

Jon wouldn't stop looking at Seth, and that pissed Sami off. He had broken their number one rule and he was going to pay for it.

As soon as they got backstage Sami threw Jon against the wall, anger clear on his face.

"Sami please, I di-"

"Shut up!" Moxley was cut off buy a harsh kick to the jaw. He could feel the warm, red substance oozing out of his mouth.

"You - broke - our - number - one - rule!" Each word was accompanied by a punch to the face by the younger man. 

"I didn't mean to-"

"Stop talking you worthless son of a bitch! You don't deserve me, you're lucky I love you." Sami stopped his beat down on Jon. "If I ever see you near that guy again, then you're dead. Understand?" 

Jon was petrified by his lovers threat.

"I said do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, now get cleaned up and find a place to stay for the night. I don't want you sharing my hotel room. Not after tonight. You're nothing but a disappointment, Moxley." And with that Sami walked away, into the changing rooms, leaving Jon a bloodied mess on the floor.

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Seth had been shocked by the fear in Dean's eye when they looked at each other. It was as if he was scared of his former lover. 

After the show, Roman and AJ made their way to the hotel they were staying at and Seth walked towards the back alley of the warehouse. He needed a cigarette. It wasn't something he was very fond of at first, but once Dean had left, Seth felt comfort in the tiny cancer stick.

The alley was empty. A cool chill swept through the air, making the alley way a little more spooky. Seth hoped that Dean would emerge from out of no where, so they could run off into the sunset together. He was starting to lose hope on that ever happening however, when he finished his first fag and lit the second.

It wasn't until Seth was half way through his second cigarette, that someone angrily opened the back door of the warehouse and stomped out into the alley. The man had blood covering his face and wore nothing but a small pair of black wrestling tights. The man kicked over a trash can before leaning against the wall of the run down building and grabbing one of his own cigarettes.

Seth then realized that it was Dean. He could see that Dean's lighter had run out of fuel, angering the older man when he couldn't light his fag. Seth saw this as his chance to step in.

"Hey, do you need a light?" Seth asked stepping towards Dean.

Dean's reaction however, didn't go as Seth hoped. The blood covered man stepped away from Seth, wide eyed and headed for the backdoor.

"Wait, don't go." Seth grabbed Dean's wrist causing him to flinch. "I just wanna talk." Dean looked around the alley to check that there was no one else there, before he looked back up towards Seth. 

"So, how have you been?" Seth asked awkwardly. Dean didn't respond.

"How did you get the blood on your face? It wasn't there at the end of the match." Seth was curious, but Dean still didn't talk.

"Look Ambrose, I-"

"That's not my name!" Jon mumbled, angrily.

"Okay then, Jon. Please can you just talk to me? I just wanna have a little catch up y'know? I haven't seen you in ages."

"I can't talk to you." Jon looked at the ground.

"Why not?"

"I can't be near you. You're dangerous."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's gonna kill me." Jon started to panic. Sami had eyes and ears everywhere. The paranoia was kicking in, making Jon twitch.

"Who?" Seth asked, confused.

"I need to go." Jon started to walk away, but Seth grabbed his arm.

"Get off me!" Jon screamed, crouching down to the floor in a defensive position. Tears started to fall down his cheeks, mixing with the blood.

"De- Jon, what happened to you?" Seth asked in a soothing and concerned voice. He had never seen Dean so weak. He sat beside the crying man and placed Jon's head on his shoulder in a comforting way.

"Do you wanna stay at mine for the night?" Seth asked.

"I-I can't. He w-won't let me." Jon sniffed. He sounded exhausted.

"You're allowed to do whatever you want. It's your life not his."

"I know but I don't want him to get mad at me."

"Why would he get mad at you?"

"Because I'm not allowed to speak to people, especially you." Jon was shaking, a mixture of being cold and being scared.

"Look, I don't know what he's done to you but it's not right. Stay with me tonight. If he gets mad at you then I'll talk to him and sort it out, okay? You'll be safe with me, I promise."

"O-okay, but I need to get my stuff." Jon sighed. The thought of going back into the arena terrified him. What if Sami saw him? What would he say? "If I'm not back in ten minutes then leave without me." Dean mumbled before he stood up and rushed inside.

Luckily enough, Sami was no where to be seen and Jon managed to put a pair of pants over his tights and a hoodie over his bare torso, before heading back out to the alley way. He couldn't understand why Seth wanted him to go to his house. He just hoped he wouldn't regret his decision. 

Seth was still living in the same house as before. Jon remembered exactly where everything was and in a way he felt as if he was home. It was a comforting house, unlike his own which was cold and unwelcoming. He had been there for no longer than an hour. Seth had already made him three cups of tea, which he drank gratefully.

Jon enjoyed the calming mood of the house. He never wanted to leave. He knew that it wouldn't be like this forever though. In the morning Jon would have to go back to his miserable life. But there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to accept it.