the heartbreaker || dean ambrose love story

•clean slate and the boyfriend talk•

After Dean had explained to me what happened, I fell silent. I didn't know what to say, to do or simply how to feel.

I couldn't protest as he grabbed ahold of our things straight after dragging me through backstage. My head was pounding but I was struggling to process everything as it happened so fast.

Within ten minutes we were in the rental SUV and off away from the arena. Dean hadn't said a word, but I knew by the look on his face that he was in deep thought.

So I sat, staring out of the window as we drove through the night. I had no idea whether we were traveling to Raw or going back to another hotel in the area. But somehow I didn't have the strength to ask until he began muttering under his breath.

"What?" I spoke quietly. He glanced at me as we stopped in traffic.

"Nothing, it's nothing." He clarified, I could tell that the look on his face - pain. That begged to differ. So I stared him out. "It's just my back, I landed funny again. . Doctor said it'd be fine in a few days. . nothing serious."

Beside the fact that he'd just told me the truth, I nodded not wanting to push it any further than necessary - so I changed the subject.

"My dad wished me luck tonight. ." I whisper playing with my fingers. There was this awkwardness in the car that I just couldn't seem to shake.

"That's great, looks like things are back on the right track then?" I nodded to his question but the comeback he answered with made me realise that it wasn't remotely resolved. "But he still doesn't accept me being with you."

I couldn't think of how to respond, so my brain took over and I instantly regretted what flung from my mouth involuntarily. "Do you think I went too far?"

He said nothing for a while and we fell into a silence, so I pressed again. "Honestly, Dean?"

We stopped at a junction and he looked at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that I was way out of line.

And the guilt hit me.

"You weren't just after the title tonight Sierra, you looked like you intended to hurt her. ."

Honestly? Maybe part of me did want to hurt her for how she made me feel? But now that I've souped beyond her level in the first place. . I feel like a bitch.

"I lost sight of everything Dean. . I just wanted her to know what it felt like to be left for dead, to care more about something else than someone you called a friend. I wanted her to know how much she hurt me. ." I whispered feeling my eyes well up, my chest grew tight as I held onto my water bottle tighter than before. For any kind of reassurance.

"I know Paige hurt you. You hurt each other. But maybe, seeing you out there tonight Sierra, you took it too far. It was dangerous." He shrugs his shoulders and I watch as we turn off onto the freeway - now assuming that we were going to Raw.

It was at this moment everything overwhelmed me. I broke down into a fit of tears. Everything, everything just got too much. . my dad. . Dean. . my injury. . Paige and Seth.

I'm only one person.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt her. . deep down I swear I didn't Dean-Dean. ." I sobbed into my hands. Maybe I was pathetic? But it feels better to let it all out.

"My dad always said. . I coul-could get too caught up in my bravado. I think- I think this is what he talked about,"

"Shh. ." He hummed reaching his hand over to rub my knee in an attempt of comfort. "You're passionate Sierra, anyone can see that, and that's a good thing! . . if you know how to control it. You just. . lost sight of the true goal and wanted to make Paige see how much you hurt."