Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Playing Catch Up

Hold on a second," Seth frowned blankly, raising a finger up off the wheel, "You actually think Bray is the one who roofied Lauren? That's fucking insane man. Let this Wyatt thing go."

From where he was sitting in the back alongside me, Dean frowned fiercely,

"Firstly I didn't say he roofied her. I said we shouldn't rule him out. Two different things right there, okay Seth? Secondly, I'll let this Wyatt thing go when Bray stops being a weird, creepy asshole."

Roman snorted and his eyes flickered upwards, catching both Dean and I in the rear view,

"Might be waiting a while on that one."

Dean shrugged,

"Then I'll just have to beat the shit out of him anyway – along with that dick friend of yours."

"What? No," I bleated balefully as I suddenly realized he was talking to me, "What did Matt do?"

"He was supposed to watch out for you,"

"He tried to – ,"

"Yeah right," Dean snorted back, "Is that why he was gettin' busy suckin' face in there while you were lyin' outside on your own? On your own and with some fucker's hands all over you?"

"What?"

I blinked.

He hadn't mentioned that before and suddenly my stomach lurched and my heart began to hammer. Who had been touching me? What in the world had happened? Fortunately Seth was a little more succinct,

"What the hell are you talking about, man?"

Dean ran his hands through his hair and glanced across me in what I assumed was a flicker of remorse. Clearly he had meant to break the news more gently, but his bubbling anger had gotten the best of him and it had all tumbled out without him meaning it to,

"When I took you back to your room last night, you told me you woke up to some guy fuckin' strokin' you or some shit like that – remember it?"

"N-no."

"You said he scared you," Dean growled heatedly, "He covered your mouth when you tried to call out. He only bailed when I showed up. That's why I want to beat the shit out of your friend Lauren. Who the fuck knows what that asshole was gonna do? You were on your own and fuckin' helpless."

"Jesus," Seth exhaled, "You think it was the same guy who put that shit in her drink?"

"Makes fuckin' sense,"

"Did you see him?"

No one spoke.

"Baby Girl?"

"Huh?"

Looking up suddenly I found all three men watching me and I realized that I hadn't been listening to them. How could I when I was too busy feeling nauseous? Literally since the moment I had woken up that morning, my head had been filled with nothing but a void. Beyond a vague recollection of hitting the dance floor I couldn't recall anything of my big night out and if I was honest it was a pretty scary sensation and definitely not one I liked. At first I had assumed that I was maybe hungover, except it wasn't quite like that. It was only when Dean had come by to check up on me – seeming oddly sheepish at first – that I was able to uncover what had actually happened.