We Are Brothers

Stranger

It had been another tough day. It seemed like everything was against him. His gym which his father had entrusted to him was failing, and he had no idea what to do about it. At this point it seemed like he had tried everything. He tried not to dwell on it to much as he locked the door to the gym before putting his key in his pocket. He walked through the hard rain coming down feeling like nails digging into his skin drop after drop. After he got in and started the car he backed out of the parking spot that seemed all to familiar at this point. He flicked on his headlights as he drove throughout the muddy, rainy, dark parking lot. Everything seemed perfectly fine until someone ran, and stopped in front of the car. He pushed down on his brakes, but still managed to his the person in front of the car.

"Shit!" he whispered before getting out of the car, and running to the fallen strangers side. He knelt down feeling the guys cheek 'still warm that's good' he thought as he leaned down listening for a heartbeat. He's got one! He let out a sigh of relief before looking at this dude really hard. His shirt was filthy, his jeans were torn with holes in them. His black boots were rugged and also covered in dirt, and mud as well. He brushed some of the dudes dirty blond hair out of the way. He didn't look that old almost...like a teenager. 'He should be at home not in the streets'. Roman thought. The scruffy teen let out a groan before shuffling a bit, and waking up. His baby blue eyes were the first thing Roman noticed. Whoever this kid was he was good lookin, and had to have family or at least a girlfriend somewhere.

"What happened?" The teen asked him as Roman's gaze shifted back to the dirty blond who looked a bit shaken and...scared!?

"I-I uh hit you with my car...you ran in front of me and I couldn't stop in time. Who were ypu running from?" Roman said as he was honestly curious.

"Doesn't matter. I gotta go. The dirty blond once again testified as he tried to stand, and walk away. His knees buckeled causing him to fall on his knees back into a puddle water splashing all over him.

"Whoa! Hold on ok..." Roman said as he stood up before picking up the young shaken teen bridal style. He trudged over to the passenger side opening the door placing the young teen inside. He shut the door becore walking over to his side, and getting the car. He started it back up driving to the hospital not to far away from here.

"I-I can't...need to go. H-He's coming...let me out...I shouldn't be here." The teen said almost completely out of it. Still what he was saying was sparking Roman's attention as if this strange kid hadn't already did that. 'Who is he?'

"Hey...how old are you?" Roman asked needing to know something about this kid.

"18" The teenager replied still fighting to stay awake as he was obviously tired.

"Bullshit I don't buy it."

"Fine...15."

That shook Roman...this kid was 15! Wow! "Can you tell me your name?"

"Why do you need to know?" The 15 year old replied again.

"Just tell me." Roman urged with a deep voice.

"...Dean...Dean ambrose...You happy?" Dean asked as he shot Roman a glare. "Where are we going?"

"You are going to a hospital." Roman said.

"No...I don't need one j-just take me anywhere else but one of those please..." Dean begged obviously not a big fan of hospitals.

"Ok..Ok...I'll take you to my house. That good?" Roman only received a grunt from Dean as he turned the car around driving to his house on the other side of town.

When they arrived Roman carried Dean into the house, and set him down on the couch. Dean had his head down not speaking. Roman studdied the figure next to him carefully. There was something about him that kept Roman interested, so far all he knew was Dean was a 15 year old teenager who hated hospitals, was running from somebody, and Roman almost ran the dude all the way over. Roman wanted to know more. He knows that Dean may not want to stick around, but dammit he was going to help the kid out a bit. In Roman's mind he owes him that much. Dean's breathing was shallow as he yapped his foot lightly on the ground still not saying a word.
"You thirsty...hungry?" Roman had to ask he didn't want to be rude, but he had to help with something.

"Nah. But don't let me stop...you can eat if you want." Dean mumbled never looking up from the ground.

"Ok...Just let me know if you need anything." Roman said as he patted Dean on the back not missing how ge flinched before wincing at the sudden touch from the older man. Roman removed his hand before walking into the awfuly big kitchen. Dean Ambrose...what had happened to him tonight? Well whatever had happened that kid had certainly got his attention.

Well My unstable lovers ahould I countinue this story I would love it if you left your opinions in the comments, so I know what you guys, and gals think. See you later my unstable lovers😘😍😘😘😉😙😁😍😘😀❤😚🤗😘😙