Finding Chloe •{Dean Ambrose FanFic}•

Chapter 12 - The Ambrose Asylum

Dean's POV

I look at Roman with such hate. This guy has really messed me up. He was my best friend, he understood things that nobody else could. Now, I have nothing. No one else will ever be able to relate to things I have experienced in the past. Though, there is one person left, Chloe. But here's the catch. Roman has Chloe.

"C'mon Deanie-Boy!" Roman slaps my shoulder in a friendly way—it didn't feel so friendly to me. "Let's go take a look at your beloved Chloe!"

Taking a step backward, I shake my head. I know he won't lead me to Chloe, he's playing a trick. I know better than him. I'm not falling for it, I'm not a dog.

"Why not?"

I chuckle. "Roman, do you know me?" The ends of my mouth curve up into a smirk. "I'm not falling for your dirty tricks."

Roman's jaw drops, taken aback. "What! You think I'd play tricks on you?" He sarcastically says.

I roll my eyes, extra slowly. "Roman, I'm not stupid. You might think I am, but think again, buddy. My IQ score was 101."

Roman laughs, holding his stomach. After calming his booming laughter, Roman replies, "Buddy," he says, mocking me, "that is not a high IQ score if that's what you think. A high IQ score is 140 and up, yours is average." He steps closer to me. "Did you hear me? Average."

"Whatever, Roman. I'm still not falling for your nasty tricks." I explain.

"Okay, if you say so!" Roman says I in a sing-song voice, terribly killing it. My ears practically are bleeding. Roman turns away from me, walking off.

He quickly turns on his heels, pulling out a metal rod from his sweatshirt sleeve. "Remember this, Buddy?" He grins, reminding me of a snake.

Before I can turn and run, Roman whips the rod on my head, making me see stars. Is that supposed to happen?

"Ah, still as strong as I remember him being." Roman chuckles once more before planting another stab to my back. I double over, not used to the pain. This would have been no problem back when I was on CZW, but WWE is so PG and safe, that we hardly can inflict real pain on others. I forgot what pain feels like, and my God, have I missed it.

I stand upright, the ends of my mouth pulled up straight as if someone has tied an invisible string to my mouth and started pulling them. Roman backs up a little, surprised at the sudden burst of lunacy I have.

"Do it again," I purr, my words begging with his ears as they roll off my tongue. "I beg you."

Roman steps forward, bring the rod above his head. He takes an extremely deep breath before slamming the thing on my head.

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Chloe's POV

What is taking them so long? What are they doing? How long can it possibly take to do a simple thing?

What are they even doing in the first place?

I'm scared and alone and I'm not sure what is happening outside of this room. I hate being cramped up in this dark, damp room. It's boring. There's absolutely nothing to do. I can't play any games with myself such as Eye Spy. I wish I had someone else in here with me. I need to interact with someone soon or my sanity is going to vanish like my love for Roman.

I also need to feel the sun's rays on my pale skin. I don't know how long I've been in here, but I know I've been in here long enough to know that the shadows of the darkness have sucks up my tan, leaving creamy, white ice cream as skin. Just thinking about the sun's rays on my skin makes me tingle with joy! Feeling heat makes me happy. It's so cold in the room, it's like I've been living in Antartica!