Finding Hope ( Book 2) A Dean Ambrose Love Story

Chapter five

The stillness of the room drove Grace into insanity.  John left for his match leaving her by herself. She paced around the room, wondering when John was going to be back.

"It was just one simple match! Where could he possibly be?" Grace thought. John's been gone for over an hour and she wasn't happy to say it, but she was getting worried that John could possibly be hurt. As much as she loved that idea, she was going mad.

Grace is completely lonely. She has no one. Not a person that she has ever cared about has came to help her escape from her monster John  Cena. And worse of all, Dean and Randy looked happy without her. Not to sound like a bit of a jerk or anything, but they were actually happy. She thought they would be mopping around with out her, but that wasn't the case.

Honestly, she doesn't blame them at all. Who would want to be around a girl like herself? Her life was messed up. Not anything about her life is normal.

"Hey," John said as he walked back into the room.

Grace stopped pacing and slightly frowned at John.

"What? You not happy to see me?" John asked.

"No, but you were gone for over an hour John. I was literally going insane," Grace complained.

"Aw, did Grace miss me?" John laughed.

She rolled her eyes and carried on with her complaining," Seriously John! I was about to break down this door!"

"And we all know what would have happen to you if you did," John said.

"John, I don't care anymore; I'll stay with you. At least let me cheer you on when you go out for your matches?" Grace pleaded for several hours because John kept saying no to ever plead that she gave.

"C'mon John!"

"No Grace! I said no now end of discussion," John yelled and Grace stepped back in fear.

"John, you've took everything from me. Every person that is alive that I care about is gone. Why are you doing this?" I asked.

He signed and shook his head. John changed from his wrestling gear and put on a white t-shirt and blue jeans. 

John signaled his hand toward the door, but before we could get out. The door rushed open and John was knocked down. She looked down to see his attacker. There stood Dean Ambrose and Randy Orton.

"Well, you didn't expect us to forget about you. Did you Grace?"

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Not much, but It'll do.

Question?

Should I stop writing?