Roman's Little Sister

TWELVE

                                        Desi

     Everybody is smiling and congratulating me when we get backstage. Roman insists that I get checked out by the doctor even though I assure him that I'm fine.

     "I don't care if you can do back handsprings. You're getting checked by the Doc. End of story." he commands.

     I sigh and nod in agreement just appease him and put his mind at ease. He walks me to the small room where the medical team is set up and stands guard over me like I might disappear if he takes his eye off of me. After getting the all clear from the doctor Roman seemed more at ease and went to shower, so we said our goodbyes after he reminded me to get something to eat. He never stops being the overprotective brother.

     I head towards the women's locker room when I hear shouting. Which wouldn't be odd, except the shouting is coming from back here, not the ring. The voices are getting louder and I can recognize them now. I shake my head as I head in the directions of the voices.

     "I told you Rollins. I fuckin' warned you!" Dean shouts angerily in Seth's face as he pushes him. They haven't spotted me yet and now I'm curious about what he warned him about.

     "Screw you Ambrose. She's not your property. Besides it's part of the storyline dick." Seth replies. I cringe a little at the statement. He said he was proud of me, did he just say that because of the story? My thoughts are derailed by Dean grabbing Seth by the front of his shirt and slamming him against the wall.

     "The story doesn't require you to put your hands on what's mine." he growls. Seth laughs in his face, being much braver than I wold ever be in that situation.

     "Your's? You're kidding me right. If she was your's then why did she have her tongue in my mouth before the match? She sure didn't seem to mind it or remember being "Your's" then." My eyes widen as he mocks Dean. I've heard enough I walk out from my hiding spot to confront them both. Who the hell do they think they are deciding who I belong to or not. I belong to no one.

     Seth sees me first and realizes that I must have heard them. At least he has the decency to look ashamed as he hangs his head. Dean releases Seth's shirt, but still has is hand pressed against his chest so that he can't get away or come towards me. I tilt me head to the side as I take in these two grown man acting like they are children.

     "Let's get one thing straight right here, right now." I speak calmly, and softly. I look between them so that they know I am speaking to the both of them. "I do not belong to either of you or anyone for that matter. I'm not something you can own. I'm a human being. Free to make my own choices, and since you two want to sit here and act like a couple of little boys in a sandbox fighting over a toy; my choice is neither of you." I say as they stare blankly. Seth looks visibly upset. Dean though, he looks like calm. And I think that scares me more than when he was furious.

     He moves away from Seth and walks over to me and the way he looks at me as he does puts me in mind of a lion stalking his prey. Advancing slowly, methodically, almost daring me to move. He looks down at me and grins. He fucking grins. He runs his finger across my cheek brushing a piece of hair to the side.

     "Oh Darlin'. That was real cute. You trying to be all tough; very sexy, but don't for one minute forget that I already claimed you." he says without a hint of worry in his voice.

     I pull my face away from him and narrow my eyes as I look up at him. Is he serious? Does he really think he can say I'm his and I would follow his orders like an obedient little child? I take a step back before I respond. I shake my head at his audacity.