Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 22: Our First Fight

"Sweetie, it sounds like a complete and utter shit storm," Kelly intoned down the phone with a huff, "A total, gigantic, unrelenting shit storm."

I sighed in agreement with her bluntness,

"I know."

"I mean, how could Hunter do that to you? Knowing how much you care about Dean? Because he might care about his business and everything but at some damn point, he has to care about you."

As had been expected, my best friend was furious and providing the angry ranting that I had been too shocked to add. Kelly had long been the voice to my muteness and when she got going, there was no stopping her.

"Yes but – ,"

"Twice now Laurie, twice now he's done this – picking something else when he should have picked you and I know he's your father and you love him all that jazz, but I'll be honest, I want to put my foot up his ass."

She would have done too, without a moment's hesitation, which was why it was a good thing that she wasn't there now. Instead she was back in our hometown in Wisconsin, with her husband and my godson having to watch it all unfold.

"Kelly, I'm not sure violence is the answer."

"Maybe not, but it would make me feel better about it all."

At some point during the revelation of my paternity and my subsequent getting together with Dean, my best friend and her husband had become big fans of wrestling, ostensibly to allow them to keep an eye on me – of course, the arm porn and the girls in shorts had helped things – the upshot of which was having an informed backup team. Kelly always knew what was happening when I called her and this time was no different.

She was vengeful for me.

"Oh look," I commented, my tone somewhat absent as I stared at the screen, "Here's Randy now."

I had turned on the taping almost the second I'd slammed the door shut, flopping down on the bed and waiting heart-in-mouth for Dean. Unfortunately – or maybe fortunately – I'd yet to see The Shield boys and the show was almost done.

Perhaps he'd changed his mind?

"Well don't get me started on that unfeeling bastard," Kelly snarled hotly, "After what he did to you tonight? I'm gonna add him to my list of guys to fuck up."

I snorted a little wryly,

"Okay, so how will you do that?"

"Cut his balls off I was thinking, maybe cook them in front of his eyes."

"Sounds a little kinky."

"So what? He deserves it. Frightening you like that. The asshole has some nerve."

Back on the screen both Randy and Batista were swaggering their way with snide faces towards the ring, zeroing in on an outnumbered Daniel Bryan who was seemingly prepared but never really stood a chance.

Yikes.

Sure enough, the attack was brutal and only got worse when Kane showed up, stalking to ringside like a tie-wearing executioner and adding in a chokeslam for good measure as well.