Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 14

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A loud banging at the front door had Sophia groaning under the comforter of her bed. Her head began pounding something fierce. Too much moonshine. It wasn't like she didn't know better. She couldn't handle her liquor worth a damn.

The second round of banging was worse. It sounded so much louder in her alcohol addled head. She stuffed her head in between two pillows hoping to drown out the noise and hopefully she'd drift off to sleep. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on her side. When the third banging started, Sophia sat up in a huff. She looked at the clock sitting on her bedside table.

3:15 AM was glaring back at her in big, red letters. She ran a hand down her face.

Obviously, waiting the intruder out in the hopes that they'll leave, wasn't gonna work. Throwing off her blanket, Sophia slipped her feet into her slippers and shuffled down the stairs.

*BANG, BANG*

"I'm coming goddamit!"

Before she passed the round mirror decorating the foyer wall, she stopped and checked her appearance. It could be Roman come back to beg for her forgiveness.

She reached the heavy door and yanked it open. The person that stood on the other side was the last person Sophia thought she'd ever see.

"Jackson..."

"Hello Sophia. I've missed ya."

...

"Why are you here, Jackson? I don't have any money to give you."

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing her ex husband, Sophia invited him inside. They now sat in the living room awkwardly. Sophia just assumed that Jackson was there for money. After all that was the only reason he ever stopped by after the divorce. Not to see Taylor, but for booze money. She was becoming angry all over again. This man almost ruined their lives and now he has the nerve to come back.

"No. I ain't here for money, but from the looks of things," Jackson gave an exaggerated look around the room, "Seems like you got plenty to spare."

"Like I said. I've got nothing for you."

"Oh come one now, Sophie-"

"Don't. Don't you call me that." She said, voice wavering. "You lost your right to do so a long time ago."

Jackson held his hands up in mock surrender. "Yes ma'am." He saluted her. Sophia was beginning to lose her patience.

"What the fuck do you want, Jackson? I told you I don't have money to give you. What else could you want?" Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "Are you back here for- for us?... No. Hell no, Jackson! Not after all you've done! You almost destroyed us."

The man rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, woman. And cut the innocent victim bullshit! You knew good and well what the hell went on in this house. Don't sit there and act like you didn't know! But you were too worried about our fucking career and sleeping with other men! Weren't you?!"

Sophia hung her head in shame and chose to remain silent.

"Yeah! That's what the fuck I thought! Fucking slut you are! Why did I even marry you? Oh yeah because I fucked up and got your whore ass pregnant! What a dumbass I was! I shoulda never-!"