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"I don't know," Becky answers honestly. "Is that all you know how to say? Answer the damn question," he yells, throwing the box at her. She catches it before it could hit her. She opens the box to reveal a ring. It wasn't an engagement ring, nor was it a friendship ring. It was a regular ring, in the shape of a heart.

"Why was this in the kid's bag?" Corey asks. Becky couldn't answer the question. She was too busy admiring the ring. "Did you fucking hear me?" He raises his voice. She looks up. "I-uhh," she stutters. "Give me the box," he held his hand out. Becky looked down at the ring and then back at him. She slightly shook her head and whispered 'no'. "What did you just say to me?" His voice, cold and dark, hit her hard in the chest.

Becky didn't say anything. Corey walked closer to her, but she backed up. Every step he took forward, she took backward. Eventually, the two made it out of the room. "I said give me the goddamn box," He yells, slapping her face again. He slapped her so hard that she lost her balance.

She didn't realize that she was near the stairs and she fell down. She fell all the way down the stairs, tumbling over and over again. Each tumble had a major impact on a different part of her body. She made it to the bottom of the stairs, but she could barely catch her breath. The ring was somewhere on those stairs. Corey rolled his eyes walking down the stairs. He stopped at where Becky was and kneeled down to her level.

"That's what you get for not listening to me, you bitch," he whispers, walking out the house.

Mason heard everything. He heard the tumbling. He walked from the family room to where the stairs were. He saw his mom and blood everywhere. Blood on her white jeans, blood on her orange hair, blood on her blue top. Blood on the stairs, blood on the walls, blood on the floor. The view looked like a scene from a murder-mystery movie.

"Mommy!" He screamed. He ran over to his mom, trying to comfort her. She started coughing hysterically. She eventually started to cough up blood. Mason ran up the stairs to his room to find his backpack. He couldn't find it there. He walked into his mother's room to find his backpack on the floor. He looked through it for the light blue index card that had Dean's number on it.

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Dean walked into his home to see Mandy on the couch, watching some reality TV show. He immediately snapped.

"Where the hell have you been?" He yelled at her. "I was out," She simply says. "Out for 3 fucking days?" He yells back at her. "Yeah, out for three fucking days. Do you have a problem with that?" She yelled back, standing up from her seat. "Yes, I have a problem with that! First, you claim my son as 'some kid'. Then, you're so fucking rude to him when he's being nice as hell. Then, you want to go fucking smoke and making out with one of the teachers. You probably sucked his dick, didn't you?" Dean yells at her. "That's none of your business." "Yes, it is my business! You're my fucking girlfriend!"

"So? What does that have to do with you?" Mandy crosses her arms over her chest. "What does that have to with me? Is that what you just asked me? It makes me look bad! I'm one of the top WWE superstars. I'm the fucking champion! Everyone looks up to me because I'm at the top! I don't want people to look at me as 'the smoker's boyfriend'!" Dean's tired of her shit. For the past year, all she's been doing was dragging him down when he was climbing to the top.

"Well, you don't give me enough attention! All you care about is that stupid title and that stupid company you don't make time for me!" Mandy yells. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean spits. "When was the last time we went on a date?" Mandy asks. "Couples don't need to go on dates to be happy. Finn and Bayley only went one date together and they've been together for almost 4 years. We have sex almost twice a week. Hell, we even had on Sunday! How is that not enough attention?" Dean explains. "Well, that's not the attention that I want," she says.

"Well, maybe stop dressing and acting like a whore, and maybe we'll talk." Dean snaps, walking away. "Oh please," she scoffs. "You love it when I dress this way." Dean turns around. "Do I? Do I really, Amanda?" "Yeah, you do," she walks up to him. She palms him in his jeans.

"You tell me that every time you're fucking me from behind," She whispers in his ear. "Why don't you go tell me that in bed?" She smirks as she starts to kiss his neck. This is exactly what Dean was telling Seth about. Whenever he tried to talk about their relationship, she would always find a way to make them end up having sex. He had to listen to Seth. 'Don't fall for her tricks' he remembered Seth say.

"No," he firmly says. She pulls away. "What?" "I said no," he takes her hand off him. "You do this every time. I try to talk to you like a normal person, and you make things so fucking complicated. You know what? Get the hell out," he says, pointing to the door. Mandy backs up. "What?" "You heard me. I said get the hell out. I'm done with you. Go be a whore in someone else's house," Dean walks away to the stairs. He hears Mandy scream and then, the door shut.

Before Dean could lay on his bed, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket to see an unknown number. He looked confused as he picked up the phone. "Hello?" He answered.

"Daddy, mommy's hurt," he hears.

Edited: 7/24/18