Faded

nineteen

September 23rd

Finally, a long waited off day. Today Dean and I are spending the day at his house in Las Vegas, formerly known as the Mr. And Mrs. Ambrose mansion. Terrible nickname for a house, but we were completely hammered after our honeymoon and I randomly named it. "Adriana! Did you take my shirt?" Dean yells from the bedroom as I run down the steps with his shirt and a pair of my black panties the only things covering my body.

"No!" I yell back and you can tell I'm totally lying, I turn the corner and run into the living room as Dean comes flying down the steps. "You little liar!" He chuckles and follows me into the living room, I laugh and grab one of the pillows off the couch as he runs into the living room. "Catch me if you can Jon Moxley." I laugh as he shakes his head, "That's it!" He laughs and runs towards me.

I try to climb over the couch, but at the last second he grabs both of my legs. "Dean!" I squeal as he picks me up and slings me across his shoulder. "Put me down you ass." I say and smack his back as he lifts up the shirt, revealing more of my butt. "Hmm, lemme think about that, no." He replies before placing a firm slap on my butt, "Hey, ouch!" I laugh and he does it again. "Dean I swear to god, if you don't put me down." I say as he does it one last time, "Okay." He chuckles and sets me back down on the carpeted floor.

"That actually hurt." I pout and rub my butt as he sits down on the couch. "Was Mox too rough?" He smirks and I shake my head before slapping his arm, "Can you not call yourself that? Thanks." I say and fall back onto the couch with him. "Wanna watch some of Jon Moxley's old matches?" He asks before slinging his arm around my shoulders, "As long as you promise not to put on the ones where you're kissing other girls, okay?" I say and throw my legs across his lap.

"Sure thing angel." He smiles before pulling YouTube up on the tv, he types in Jon Moxley and up pop tons of his old wrestling videos. The first one he clicks on is a 'CZW drunken death match' against him and some other guy named Neil Diamond Cutter, "I vaguely remember this match." He chuckles as the video starts."Maybe it was because you were drunk, but that's just a wild guess." I laugh and he rolls his eyes. The match starts off with my very very drunk boyfriend standing in the ring with a little skinny guy and a ref.

I actually met Dean back in his CZW days which only lasted about 2 years, I was 16 and he was 23 but we became friends anyway and later on started secretly dating. Once he debuted in WWE in 2012 with Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins in The Shield we got secretly engaged as well, I was 19 and he was 26. We got married in December of 2012 when I was 20 and he was just turning 27. Our marriage lasted until February 2015 when I found out he cheated on me with Renee Young, a backstage reporter, and we officially separated March 17th. While he and I were in the divorce process, I started dating Eric.

People, especially my family, criticized me for being married to a man who was 7 years older than me. When my parents found out that Dean and I started dating when I was 16, they were so mad that they kicked me out of the house and I was forced to move in with him. "Ew." I say as Dean takes a shot of Jack Daniels and throws the other man into a pile of shattered glass, "That's disgusting." I say as the man lays in the pile as Dean falls onto the canvas.

"Did you know that this match was the day after we started dating?" He asks, sliding his hand up and down my inner thigh. "Yeah because when you came home, you were hammered and bloody and we had sex." I smirk as he coughs and tries to hide his laughter, "You were so drunk when we fucked on that teared up couch, that you actually fell asleep on top of me." I laugh slightly as he looks at me shocked.

"I did?" He laughs as I nod my head, he pauses the video before turning to me. "What else happened that night?" He asks and pulls me onto his lap, "You came home with a 12 pack of beers, I asked you ten times what happened and then you pushed me against a wall. Our apartment was tiny and disgusting, you put your hand on my hips before throwing me onto the couch. And I told you about what happened after that." I say and play with his hair as he puts his hands along the small of my back.

We laugh for a few more moments, then it goes really quiet. "Did I hurt you that night?" He asks quietly, breaking the silence before I look at him dead in the eyes, "Babe.." I reply and he shakes his head. "Adriana, did I hurt you that night?" He asks again as I slide of of his lap and back onto the couch, "Oh my god, I did didn't I?" He asks as I slightly nod my head. "Angel.." He says quietly as I pull my knees up to my chest, "It's okay babe, I was so young. I know you didn't know you did anything to harm me, but." I say as he puts his head by mine.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers in my ear, grabbing my other cheek and pulling my head even closer to his. "It was seven years ago Dean, it's okay honey." I say and turn to face him, "I love you." I smile slightly as he pulls me onto his lap again. "I love you too Angel." He says before pulling me in for a gentle kiss, it's days like today that make me realize how much we've been through.

We have spoken or seen each other in a very long time, but we were married for two years. Two crazy kids in love with one another as my grandmama liked to call us before she passed. To this day we are still two crazy kids in love with one another, except one of us was missing something.