23 |Dean Ambrose|

/23\ (Dylan)

I sit at my mothers table, dinner in front of us. Dean is to my right, Punk to my life, my mom is near the babies high chairs at the en of the table, her husband beside her, and my father across me.

"So, Dylan, still into music?" My father asks, picking through his chicken.

"No papa, i'm actually a wrestler now." I reply, scared out of my mind.

I squeeze Dean's hand, still feeling guilty for not explaining.

"Well then, never thought my daughter would be into that stuff." He says, acting as if nothing was wrong. "But i still shouldn't be shocked."

I'll admit, that hurt. "Why, um, shouldn't you be shocked?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, you always were manlier then girly."

I cough, everyones mouth agape.

"Oh my god!" My mother gasps.

"Excuse me, sir," Dean says," That's no way to speak to your daughter."

"Excuse me, young man," My dad says, looking at Dean," don't tell me how to speak to my daughter."

Dean locks his jaw, leaning back.

I rest my hand on his arm and whisper "It's okay."

"So, how's the marriage and kids going?" My dad asks, looking at my mother.

"Well, it's going great actually."

"Well, that's perfect. Um, Dylan, may i speak to you?" My father asks, standing up.

My heart skips a beat as i stand up as well. "Of course papa."

We both walk out and i look back and give a reassuring smile to my mom and to Phil.

We walk to the hall way were i was thrown into a glass coffee table and instantly regret coming.

"You know, i have been in prison for six years, and yo never contacted me. Do you know how much that pains me?"

He walks closer and i back into the wall. "Maybe, you should feel the pain i felt, but a bit more, physical."

I then feel a knee drive into my stomach and let out a scream.

He then throws me into the wall and kicks me repeatedly.

I feel him get thrown away and hear my mothers sob as he calls the cops.

I open my eyes and everything blurry.

"Babe? Babe, you're going to be alright." Dean whispers, holding me.

"She made me go to that god forsaken prison, i'll be glad to go back!" My father yells.

I feel tears fall and Dean places his forehead on mine. I hear sirens in the distance.

"Everything is going to be alright." His whispers.

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Okay, this is horrible i know i know. I just really wanted to update. Anyways, can you check out my Seth fanfic 'Hello, old friend'? It won't be updated much but i guess i wanted Sethie to have something dedicated to him on my pa(i)ge.

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