My sexy little wrestler

Chapter 20

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃🍂🍃🎈🍬🍭🎃🍂🍃🎈🍬🍭

I yawn, laying down in bed. Dean told me he had some things to do, so he's still downstairs. He didn't say what, and I didn't ask. I play on my phone for awhile but I get tired and lock the screen and plug it in. I get comfortable and close my eyes. A minute or two later, dean crawls into bed behind me, the stench of beer making me stiffen against his chest. "Hey princess." Dean says quietly in my ear, his arm wrapped around my waist. He starts kissing along the side of my neck and jaw. "I'm not in the mood dean." I say tiredly, yawning. Dean continues kissing me, his hand running across the front of my crotch. I move his hand away forcefully, turning to look at him. "I said I'm not in the mood." I frown. Dean grabs me by my hair, pushing his face in mine. "Stop being a little stuck up bitch." He whispers harshly, slapping me. I gasp, holding my cheek. He pushes me off of the bed and gets up. "Dean-" I'm cut off by him kicking me in the ribs. "Shut up!" He shouts, kicking me again. I start to cry and crawl over to the corner. Dean sighs, gripping his hair in his hands. "Shit." He mumbles, pacing back and forth as I cry, clutching my ribs. Dean storms out and I lay there until I hear the car start and him leave. I crawl over to the dresser next to the bed and grab my phone. I quickly dial Seth's number as I sniffle. I couldn't call anyone else if I wanted to, nobody else knew about me and dean fighting. I put the phone to my ear as I shake, one arm across my ribs. "Hello?" Seth asks groggily. "H-hey." I whisper. I hear something move on the other side of the phone, like Seth sat up. "Are you alright?" He asks worriedly. "N-no. I should've stayed with you and never cheated with dean. I-it was a m-mistake and I w-want to go h-home." I break down, crying like a baby. "Emi, calm down- Is dean still there?" I get up, whimpering. "N-no. He lef-ft." I mumble. "Ok. I want you to come here. Can you do that for me?" Seth asks caringly. I sniffle, wiping my eyes. "I-I dunno. Wh-what if dean comes back?" I ask worriedly. "He won't if you just do as I say." Seth says, making me trust completely in him. "O-ok." I whisper. "I'm gonna hang up. Ok? I want you to call a cab to come to my house. I'll pay for it, so don't worry." Seth says slowly. "Ok..." I say. "Emi, you're going to be alright. I promise." Seth says before we hang up. I call a cab and wait a few minutes and the cab pulls up into dean's driveway. I hurry out and into the cab, telling the driver the address of Seth's.

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"He hits you?!" Seth yells, making me flinch away. He instantly softens again when he sees me do so. "Y-yeah." I whisper. Seth sighs sadly, brushing hair out of my face and leaving his hand on the back of my head. He pulls me into him for a hug and I wrap my arms around him, crying again and shaking. "Sh, sh, sh. It's ok. You're ok. I'm here now, not dean." Seth says softly, making me try to get closer to him. I crawl into his lap and close my eyes, loving his warmth. "I'm so s-sorry." I whisper. Seth shakes his head. "Don't talk about that right now. We'll talk later." He says softly, rubbing my back. "You do know that your clothes are soaking wet, right?" Seth asks in a whisper, playing with the hem of my shirt. I giggle a little, nodding. "Yeah. I fell in a lake today and I was too tired to change." I tell him. Seth stands us both up. "Come on, you still have some clothes here." He says, tugging me along after him as he walks upstairs. We walk up the stairs and into his room hand-in-hand. I sit on the edge of his bed as he searches through his drawers. Everything looks exactly the same as the last time I was here. "All you have is a couple dresses, a few work shirts and pants, and a pair of short shorts." He tells me. I nod, sniffling and wiping my eyes. "I'll just sleep in this shirt." I say as he hands me the shorts. "You can wear one of mine." He offers me a small smile, which I gratefully return. "Thanks." I say quietly, taking the shirt from him. He leaves so I can change and I stare at my ribs and face in the mirror, my bra and shorts the only things I have on. I lightly touch two fingers to my ribs, making me cringe. I slip on his shirt carefully and then open the door. Seth walks back in to say goodnight. He helps me into bed and covers me up. "Good night Emi." He says softly, kissing my forehead. I smile at him. He starts to walk away and I grab the edge of his shirt, stopping him. He turns and looks at quizzically. "Stay?" I whisper, so quietly that I'm not sure he even heard me until he nods. He walks over to the other side of the bed, stripping out of his pants and shirt, leaving him in his boxers. He lays down and I cuddle into his chest. He lays there, not making an effort to comfort me anymore. I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly and hoping that Seth wraps an arm sound me. Eventually, he does, pulling me closer to him.

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I wake up to Seth staring at my ribs, my shirt pushed up so it's only covering my chest. I pull it down and furrow my eyebrows at him. "That doesn't look good." He says softly, looking away. I nod, sitting up. "I'm aware... Can we- can we talk?" I ask quietly. Seth sighs. "Emi, just because you realized how bad dean is, doesn't mean that I'm going to allow you to just waltz back into my life and take me back." He says, looking away. "Seth, I still love you. I never stopped. I just- dean persuaded me into it and then you saw... I've never felt so bad about anything in my life. And then you didn't want me, and dean offered to take care of me. Sure, everything wasn't great, but he seemed genuine and like he cared. But then he started to hit me... And I was afraid to leave. I felt trapped." I whisper, playing with my hands. "I'm sorry you went through that again. When I saw you two... I felt like it was my fault, like I pushed you into his arms." He sighs, making me look at him. "Can we just forget all of this and start fresh?" I ask hopefully. Seth nods, smiling. I grin back as Seth caresses my cheek in his hand. He leans in and kisses me softly. I sigh into the kiss, realizing how much I missed kissing him. Seth leans back, looking me in the eyes. "What happened with you?" He asks. I give him a confused look. "Why were you out of work?" He tries again. "The pain in my abdomen was from my ovary. It basically just popped." I shrug. Seth cringes slightly. "Damn girl. It sounds like you need to get something good for breakfast." He smiles. I nod, giggling. "That'd be nice." I tell him and we go and get something to eat.

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"So little-miss-GM, when are you coming back to work?" Seth asks as we walk through the little park near the breakfast place. "I was thinking of going back on Monday." I admit, looking up at him. "In 2 days?" Seth asks, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah. I need to get back into it. I miss being a part of the show and I miss hanging with Lexi... And you." I say, admitting the last part quietly and looking down. Seth clears his throat awkwardly. "I miss hanging out with you too." He whispers. I look up at him. "Really?" I ask hopefully. "Yeah... Can I ask you something?" He says, looking away. "Of course." I say as we get to his car. I lean on the passenger side door and Seth stands in front of me. "I was wondering if you would like to-" he's interrupted by a giant crack of thunder before it starts down pouring rain. "Seth, can you ask me when we get inside?" I ask, squinting my eyes. "No. I wanna do this now before I lose my nerve." He says, grabbing my hands in his to stop me. "What's so important that you're making me get soaked?" I ask, flicking the hair out of my face. "Will you go on a date with me?" He asks, brushing hair out of his eyes. I give him a 'really' look. "That's it?" I ask. He nods. I start laughing. "Of course I will. You didn't have to be nervous." I tell him, smiling. Seth smiles back at me. "Thank god. Now let's go." He says.

It's been awhile, hasn't it? I figured I'd give you a chapter because it's Halloween and all. So I hope you enjoyed :) check out the sequel to my secret lover (sequel: what separates me from you) and my YouTube channel (link on my page thingy [is it called a bio on here?]).