Not the only one. (Completed)

Chapter Seven.

AJ's POV:

I waited anxiously in the trainer's office. I was desperate to get out of here so I can find Sami before Dean does because once Dean finds Sami, he'll kill him. Not that Sami Callihan needs help fighting his battles but the last thing I needed were those two going at it. Sami's interference had cost us the match yes, but it wasn't a title match. It wasn't like we lost our belts to the sell outs and even though receiving a rack attack pissed me off, I understand why Sami did what he did. Costing people matches is something I know very well as you may know. Sami did what he had to to get the name Solomon Crowe buzzing around the arena. He's simply getting his name out there and what better way to do that than by sabotaging his former partner's match. A lot of people probably expected those two to be on the same page. He proved them to be wrong and that's what got him noticed.

"Can I go now? Because I really need too, Mark. It could save a life," I said watching Mark, the head trainer, scribble something on a piece of paper. He nodded, "Yes April. You can go just remember to take these and you'll be good to go." He handed me the meds and I thanked him. I hopped off the table and rushed out of the office. Now if I were my lunatic boyfriend, where would I be? Think like Dean Ambrose, think. It didn't take long because I heard a loud commotion going on around the corner. I knew it was Dean and I can tell he was yelling at someone. Oh Jesus. I slowly peaked around the corner.

Roman, the Usos, and Titus O'Neil held Dean back and I looked down the hall and Sami was being held back by Sheamus, Ryback, and John Cena. Dean was yelling, "You son of a bitch! You cost us the match! Why Sami!? How could you be so fucking stupid!? AJ could be hurt! Is that what you want!?" "Of course it's not what I want but this is the only option I had! I have to make my name for myself! People need to know me outside of being your former tag partner! I'm tired of people looking at me as your partner always! I am a damn good wrestler! I shouldn't have to have your name associated with everything that I do, Moxley!" "Give it a rest, Callihan! I'm not Jon Moxley anymore, don't you get that!? I'm Dean Ambrose now!"

Sami got out of their arms but he stayed back, "I was helping out my career! A feud between us could benefit the both of us and even AJ! This feud could be the biggest thing since Stone Cold and The Rock! This is a career boost! Think about it! Former partners now bitter enemies, this could work! Especially since you're already having a feud with Rollins, now it'd be like two brothers stabbed you in the back! God, you're still that same stubborn asshole you were back in CZW! That's why the Switchblades didn't work out, because of your fucking ego!" "The Switchblade Conspiracy didn't work out because you're a fucking depressed little bitch!"

Everyone got quiet and I looked at Dean in shock. I can't believe he just said that..."Jon," I whispered his real name so that turned his attention toward me. Roman and the rest let go of him as he calmed down. Everyone just stared at him. Sami has depression issues, he always has. He tends to hide it a lot by being silly, smiling always, typical coping habits of someone who suffers through depression. Everyone knows about Sami's depression, even people who don't know him that well know. It's not something we talk about because it isn't exactly the best topic in the world.

I'm not really familiar with Sami's case of depression. Dean knows the details and so does Chrissy, Sami's ex-wife, but I don't. I don't really ask questions but I know something really tragic happened back in their Indy days that tore Sami up really bad. Whatever it was, made Sami question everything. It made him want to quit wrestling and for awhile, it did. I know Sami just sat on his couch for months crying and became a suicidal maniac. Sami had tried to commit suicide several times during his Indy career but all his attempts failed because of Chrissy. That's why apart of me thinks that maybe Sami should reunite with her since I can't have him...

I've never met her. Well, not formally anyway but according to Dean, she's really cool. She's very similar to me when it comes to upbringing and stuff. I told him I wanna meet her someday because even though I envy her, because of her being Sami's wife at one point, she's the woman who saved him practically. During his dark days, she was there. I figure she knows all the ways to keep Sami grounded and in control. I've always wanted to know more about Sami Callihan. He's a very interesting man and he gets you so intrigued. I figured between her, Dean, and Sami's father, I bet I could hear some great Callihan stories. I mean, was he always this dark, scary, sweet funny scary guy? Or was he a completely different person back then?

I mean think about it, who is Sami Callihan? His fears? Dreams? Goals? Obsessions? Things I wanna know, I plan to find out. Let's just hope my curiosity doesn't lead me somewhere I'll regret. I started to say something, just to break the growing silence, but Sami beat me to it, "Depressed little bitch huh? Is that how you feel, Jon?" Dean looked away, probably realizing what he'd said, and shook his head. He looked toward Sami, "Sami, I didn't mean-" "No, no. You did, you meant it. Everyone knows when you, Dean Ambrose, says something you mean it whole-heartedly." "Sami, no. Don't-" "It's fine. Really. I'm okay. I'm a big boy, I can handle it," Sami spoke sadly.

Dean stared at him then stepped toward him but Sami stepped backwards causing Dean to frown, "Come on man, you're my little brother. I didn't mean it, you know that. Let's just go get some beers, we'll go to that strip club you enjoy so much, we'll get you laid and-" "Actually," Sami interrupted, "I just really wanna go home right now and watch cartoons..I'm sorry about what I've done, Jon. I really thought you'd be proud of me since it was my official WWE debut and all but I guess not.."

That's when Sami walked away and if I'd known that'd be the last time I'd see him in months, I probably would've ran after him.