Fresh Air. -A Dean Ambrose Love Story-

Chapter 32- Danger.

Violet.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I could feel Erick Rowan's arms wound tightly around my waist again, hoisting me up over his shoulders. My eyes searched the ring and immediately found those of my boyfriend's who was wrapped up in Bray Wyatt's arms, as he was getting ready to hit his finishing move on him...For the second time.

Seth and Roman already lay limp at Luke Harper's feet; the only thing confirming they were still alive, was their chests moving rapidly up and down. My eyes found Dean's again and I felt the first tear stream down my face.

"Violet-" He choked out.

"Dean!" I screamed, just as Bray kissed the top of his head, and hit the move, laying Dean face first on the mat. "No!" I cried, as more tears made their way down my face! "No!" Bray looked over at me, and began to laugh, as he tossed Dean's now limp body towards Seth and Roman's, who have yet to move. I could feel my whole body tense up as I saw the way Bray was now looking at me...Hungrily. Licking his lips.

I gulped, as I began thrashing and kicking and punching while I was still caught up in Erick's arms. "Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed, as Bray and Luke now made their way over to us from inside of the ring. None of my boys have moved...They were out...cold...There was no one to save me. I was all alone. "Let me fucking go!"

"Too late, little girl. Your precious Shield couldn't protect you, which means you're ours now!" Erick ground out. I felt sick to my stomach. This could not be happening. This could NOT be happening. We've been so prepared...We had a plan in case this happened again. How was this happening? How?

"NO! Let me go! NOW!" It was no use, my fight against Erick...He was probably triple my size, there was no way I could take him out let alone the other two hillbillies. I was all alone. I kept praying maybe, MAYBE someone from the back would save me...Randy, John...Daniel....ANYBODY. But, this wasn't their fight....This was ours. And we were losing.

"DEAN! ROMAN! SETH! HELP ME...PLEASE!" Nothing. They were still out cold. Oh my god. I felt myself forgetting how to breathe as soon as Bray and Luke had finally made their way over to us. And I knew it was over. I was now theirs.

"DEAN! DEAN!" I screamed in a last ditch effort, just as the lights in the arena faded to black. "NO! DEAN! DEAN!"

"DEAN! NO!"

"Princess-Princess?!"

"Dean, please NO!"

"Violet!"

"NO!"

"Violet!"

"Violet!" I jolted up and could barely catch my breath as I felt tears streaming down my face, and my body slick with sweat. As I finally caught my breath, I turned to my right and saw my boyfriend's concerned face staring back at me. As soon as I saw him awake and his gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me, I flung my arms around him and pulled his body close to mine.

"You're okay...You're okay." I whispered, pulling him even closer to me.

"I'm okay, Princess. I'm okay. Everything's okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He cooed, beginning to rub circles on my back and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. I felt the dam that i've been holding back for the last week, finally explode as I began to now begin to sob into Dean's chest. "Oh, Princess...It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." I sat there, sobbing into his chest, unable to catch my breath, unable to even speak. I was so overwhelmed with emotion.