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Dean's POV

I groan as I attempt to roll over on my bed, but I end up falling and hitting the floor.

I groan again as the pain from the fall surged through me.

"Well isn't that a nice way to wake up." I heard Roman's voice say and I groan again, then place my hands over my eyes.

"Get out my room," I ask him.

"I'm not in your room Dean." He said back to me with a sigh, "Open your eyes."

I slowly open my eyes and move my hands from over my eyes.

I look up at the ceiling and see that it isn't mine. Then I sit up and look around. The ER waiting room.

"When did I fall asleep?" I ask him, last night was a little foggy.

"After I gave you that shot." Dwayne said while sitting in the chair next to Jimmy.

I raise a eyebrow and touch my arm, ms it hurt when I applied pressure to it.

"Why the hell did you give me a shot?" I ask.

"Because you were trying to kill people." Jimmy said while taking a sip of his coffee.

I raise a eyebrow, "I was?"

All three of them look at me.

"How much of last night do you remember." Roman asked me.

"I remember walking down the hall to go see this guy," I say to them, "That's about it."

"You don't remember anything else?" Roman asked and I shook my head.

"You probably blacked out after getting to mad." Jimmy said.

"That not a very good thing..." Dwayne said, "Work on your anger some, Dean."

I shrug, "I can't help it."

"Now I see why they call you Lunatic." Jimmy said with a small laugh.

"So refresh my memory about last night." I say while standing up but felt nauseous when I did. I groan and hold my stomach.

Dwayne laughed a little, "You feel dizzy?"

"And like I'm gonna throw up." I say and sit down on the small couch.

"It's some side affects of the medicine I put in the shot." He told me, "Don't worry, they'll wear off pretty soon."

"I hope so," I say and prop my feet on the coffee table, "Now tell me what happened. Who is this guy again?"

Roman sighed, "A guy you hate."

I raise a eyebrow, "Kane Jacobs?"

"No." He said to me.

"Mr.Keeland?" I guess again.

"No." He said back to me again.

"Everyone from One Direction?" I guess once again.

"What?" Roman said.

"Stop hatin on One Direction!" Jimmy said with a laugh.

"Roman just tell me." I say with a groan, "Or give me a hint or some shit."

Roman sighed, "His first name is Brandon..."

I think for a minutes, "I don't know any Brandon's... "

The only person that came to my mind was... Wait....

"Please tell me your lying." I groan as the thought of my father rolled in my mind.

Roman shook his head, "No... I'm sorry Dean..."

I sigh as all of the bad memories of me as a child rolled around in my head.

Hitting
Kicking
Yelling
Cursing
Burning
Scratching
A living hell in my opinion...

I don't like discussing my past... It's a time period of my life where I should have been happy and overjoyed... But it was only hell for me.

While most kids went home to hugs and kiss, I went home to punches and kicks. Other kids got a snack after school, I get lucky if he decided to throw some scraps on the floor for our old dog Skippy. We literally shared food... Meaning my dad literally treated me like a dog.

I grew up without a mother. But unlike Seth's, who just left him, or unlike Roman's who didn't care about him. My mother left because of constant abuse. My mother not only left my life, but she left her own. Dad wouldn't let her leave the relationship... So she crashed her car off a bridge... I was mad at her for a long time, but then I realized, I couldn't blame her. I would have done the same if I would have had to stay with him any longer.

I feel my anger rising as more thoughts come in.

"I tried killing him last night right?" I ask them while standing up, "Well how about I try again?"

"Dean!" Roman shouted standing in front of me, "Your not killing him."

"Oh come on Roman," I say, trying to get around him, "Just let me give him a shot full of air. A little air in his blood stream will clear him right up."

"Dean!" Roman shouted again, "No! Go sit down."

I begin to walk back to my seat, but I turn around and try to run past Roman but he catches me.

"Oh, Come on!" I shout as he drags me back over to the couch and sits there with me.

"Control yourself." He says to me.

I sigh, "What time is it?"

"Almost eight in the morning." Jimmy said while looking at his phone.

"Where did the girls go?" I ask while looking around for Nikki.

"They left around 3 and went home." Roman said to me.

"What time is Seth and Jey discharging?" I ask again.

Dwayne shrugs, "Pretty soon I guess. But there are some things we need to discuss with them."

"Maybe we should go check on them." Jimmy suggested.

"You've been wanting to check on them all night." Dwayne said with a laugh.

"I can't help it," Jimmy said, "My other half is sittin in a hospital bed. It's my job to want to go check on him."

"That's love, bitch." I say and give Roman a high five which causes everyone to laugh.

"Well," Dwayne said, "Ella said we could go back there any time we wanted so I guess we can go.

"First name bases huh?" Jimmy asked with a laugh and Dwayne hit on the back of his head.

"Stop acting like a teenager." He told him, "Mow come on."

We walk back to Seth's and Jey's room and open the door. A nurse was inside taking the IV off of Jey. Seth's was already off and he was trying to stand up.

"Mornin." Seth said as he winced and sat back down.

"Let someone help you Seth." Roman said while walking over to him.

"I got it Ro." Seth said, but Roman still helped him stand up.

"Better?" Roman asked.

He nodded, "It only hurts the most when I try to get up and sit down, other than that, I feel fine. I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick."

Seth walked slowly to the bathroom and the nurse left the room after she was done with Jey.

"I'm just sayin," Jimmy said to Jey, "When we get back home, you gone have to find a way to put your clothes on, cause I ain't helpin you."

Jey rolled his eyes, "I think I can manage myself."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "You say that now, but I can see it now. 'Jimmy come help me out on my pants!'. Boy, hell no."

"These pain killers are wearing off," Jey mumbled, "And you gettin on my nerves."

"Both of you cut it out." Dwayne said to them, "Jimmy, go get some pain killers from one of the nurses."

Jimmy nodded and walked out the room, just as Seth slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"You walk like a old lady." I say with a small laugh.

He rolled his eyes but smiled slightly, "Gee, thanks Dean. It means a lot."

Roman helped Seth sit back down on his bed and Jimmy came with two pills and a bottle of water, and get it to gave them to Jey.

"Guys," Dwayne said, "We need to talk some."

"About what?" Jey said while taking the pills and drinking some water.

"What we're gonna do about this." He said while sitting on the small couch by the window.

"Like legal actions?" Jey asks.

Dwayne nodded, "I'm basing it off of what you two think. If you want to, then we will, if not, then we won't."

"Well fill us in on what happened first." Seth said.

"You got into a car wreak..." I say to them.

Seth glares at me, "No dip shit. Details Dean, details."

We explain everything to them, but no one mentions who the guy who hit them

"Ok," Jey said, "So a idiot who was drunk, was behind he wheel and hit us... Sound like a easy choice."

"Who was the guy?" Seth asked and I really wish he wouldn't have.

I sigh, "My dad..."

The entire room stayed quite and I refused to look at either Seth or Jey.

I heard Jey sigh, "I'm going to leave this decision up to you Seth. I support whatever you decide."

I hear Seth sigh, "I don't want to press charges..."

"What?" I practically shout while looking at him, "Why the hell not?"

Seth sighed, "I have my reasons Dean."

"Name one good reason for not wanting to press charges!" I shout at him.

"Dean," he said to me, "He's already injured. Plus he's going to be charged with a DWI anyways."

"So what!" I shout, "I want to take him for everything he's got left!"

"Dean, I think you forget," Seth said, "We live here, for another eight plus months and your Dad is not the most sane person in the world. I'm not about to risk our safety over suing someone."

"Who cares about safety?" I shout again, "I will personally kill him if he hurts anybody i know, don't you understand that?"

"So what," he yelled back at me, "You can go to jail? And be in there, just like him?"

"Excuse me?" I shout as I stared at him in anger.

"Your Dad's gonna end up in jail with that change-" Seth said.

"Repeat that sentence again if you dare." I say to him, "Don't you ever compare me to him. Do you understand me?"

"You two cut it out." Dwayne said, but Seth glared at me anyways.

"You're following right in his footsteps." He shot at me.

"Enough Seth." Roman said.

"Oh really," I say while glaring at him, "Well you wanna know who's footsteps you aren't following in? Your mothers. She walked right on out and covered her tracks, because he didn't want the life's of you following her around."

Seth growled and tried standing up but Roman made him sit back down.

"Dean," Jimmy said, "Chill out a little."

"No it's cool Jimmy," Seth said, "At least I had a mom. When'd your kill herself?"

I try walking towards him but Jimmy holds me back.

"Both of you cut it out!" Jey shouted.

"You're bitch Seth!" I say and push Jimmy off me.

"Very nice insult," he said, "Keep'em commin."

"You know I bet your mom is off somewhere sucking off someone goddamn dick." I shout out of anger, "Some fucking whore she is."

Seth lunged it probably hurt him but Roman held him back.

"Beats you mom." Seth shouted, "Became Satans right hand bitch the minute she entered the gates of hell."

Jimmy grabbed onto me again, just as I was about to pull out his hair.

"That's it." Roman said then grabbed a fist full of my hair, which hurt like hell, and dragged me out the room.

"Ouch!" I shout as we continued to walk down the hallway some, he was still holding on to my hair.

"What was that?!" He yelled as we finally stopped.

"He started it!" I shout back.

"Jonathan!" He yelled at me. I hated it when he called me by my middle name... He only did it when he was pissed...

"Ok,.." I say a little more quietly as I realized just how mad he was, "Maybe I messed up some..."

"Some?!" Roman shouted, "You messed up a lot more than some."

My anger flared up again, "You act like he didn't say anything!""

"I'm not saying he did didn't do anything!" He shouted at me, "But you could have been the bigger person-"

"What in the blue, purple, orange, red and yellow fuck do I look like being the 'bigger person'"

"You'd look like a man, damn it!" He yelled at me, "But instead you want to sit in there and make jokes about each other parents like pre-teens!"

"He shouldn't have-" I start but he cuts me off.

"I get it Dean." He growled, "He shouldn't have said what he said. You shouldn't have said what you said. You were both in the wrong."

"Whatever man." I say and brush his shoulder as I pass him.

"Where are you going?" He shouts after me.

"Somewhere." I say, "Anywhere but back in that room."

I walk all down the hallway, not answering him even though he called my name several times.

I needed to get my mind off of everything before I went crazy...

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(Warning: may contain mental graphic images)

I sigh as I walk around the large hospital garden once again.

I've been doing this for about a hour now. I'm trying to get my mind off of everything, but of course, I can't.

I think that's the only disadvantage to having a best friend. The argument are normally pretty bad.

What makes it worse is that Seth and I tell each other everything. We know exactly what buttons to push to set each other off. We know exactly how to make us hate each other. We know everything... So I know the things he said, were just to get a rise out of me, which it did... But it still hurts to hear. He probably feels the same.

'But maybe what he said was true...' I think to myself. I know my dad was a troublemaker... Just like me... He has a smoking and drinking problem... But I'm doing better, right... He's a bad guy... Well I'm not too good myself...

Maybe it's possible. Maybe I'll end up just like him...

'But I could NEVER do the things he did to me or anyone else.' I think to myself. My dad is worse than Satan himself. Like I'm pretty sure he trained him... He's ruthless. He says what he wants. He puts his hands on people too much. He's overall a terrible person.

I have any good memories as a child. The most peaceful time in the house was when he was in jail for a short periods of time.

When I got in the fight two week ago... I was honestly scared to go back... But I couldn't just stand up to him. I hate admitting it, but he's the only person I could say I'm afraid of. And I'm not necessarily afraid of him. I'm just afraid of what he can do.

I begin to walk back into the building and down the same hallway that I had went down last night. I pass his room, but not before hearing something crash in the floor. I stop, back up and listen closer.

"I'm not taking that goddamn stuff!" I heard him shout.

"But sir-" I heard a woman's voice, but he it her off.

"Did you not just hear what I fucking said?" He yelled at her once again.

I fume silently to myself. The girl was just doing her job.

I place my hand on the door knob.

'Are you really this crazy Ambrose?" I think to myself.

'Well they call you Lunatic for a reason,' I think to myself, 'Live up to the name.'

I twist the knob and see a tray on the floor and a nurse trying to pick up the mess. I see him sitting up right in the bed, glaring at her.

I clear my throat and the both look at me.

"Ma'am." I say to her, "I'll clean that up for you. I got it from here."

She looked at me, "A-are you sure about that?"

I nod, "I'm positive."

She nods and then stands up and walks out the door, but not before mouthing 'thank you.' To me.

"So," I say to him, "I didn't really get a chance to talk to you the last time we saw each other. I mean you basically just hit me and sent me to my room like you did when I was younger... But you still seem like the same bastard with attempted and failed to raise me."

"Boy," he said with a small laugh, "You better watch who you're talking to."

I give a small laugh back, "Last time I checked, you were the one in the hospital bed. Not me. And I could easily dislocate that other shoulder for you real quick."

"You think you can scare me?" He asked me evilly, "I will get out of this bed and-"

"And what?!" I yell at him, "Stand up and try to fight me? Seriously? You'd lose. I mean for one, look at the condition your in. And two, you really don't want to mess with me right now."

He glared at me but kept quite.

"You know," I continued, "It's really pitiful to hit a child. It shows how weak you are. You can't deal with your own life, so you take it out on someone else."

"You wanna know what's really weak?" He said while smirking at me, "Driving off a bridge just to escape your own life."

I grit my teeth. I was sick and tired of people making remarks about my mother today.

"That isn't weak," I say to him, "That was escaping hell."

"And how about you being weak?" He asked with a laugh, "You moved out just to get away from me."

"And it's a damn shame too." I said to him, "Yeah, every kid should want to get away from there parents every once in a while, but you took it to a entirely different level."

"And I'm glad!" He shouted.

"You're glad that I hated you?!" I shout at him, "You're glad that I almost starved every day? You're glad because you got to be the crap out of me?!"

"And proud!" He shouted.

"What kind of a parent are you?!" I shout at him.

"A-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yell at him and he got quite.

"You are not a parent." I say to him, "All you did was contribute in the probably forced makings of me...Tell me was it forced? Cause I'm pretty sure no one would ever willingly have sex with you."

"She enjoyed every bit of it." He old me with a smirk.

"But was it rape?" I question him and he just smirked.

"Oh ok," I say to him, "Well I'll just add that to the list of things I could have you thrown in jail for."

His eyes widen at the word 'Jail' and I laugh.

"Cat out your young now?" I ask him, "Jail. J.A.I.L. Jail. The place where your going to end up soon anyways. Don't you know? You have DWI changes presses on you. It will be a miracle if you got out of this one. Those people you hit? Yeah, that just so happened to be my family. My brother Seth and my big brother Jey. And you better be glad they're nice people and decided not to press charges on your ignorant ass."

"Watch who your talking to." He growled At me.

I laughed and walked closer to him.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret." I tell him and leaned in closer to him, "But I almost killed you last night."

I saw his eyes widen some and I started laughing.

'You are truly crazy Ambrose...' I think to myself.

"You're bluffing." He told me.

"Oh really?" I say with a raised eyebrow, then I bend down and pick up a empty syringe that had fallen over with the rest of the tray.

"What I wouldn't give to see a little oxygen in your blood stream." I growl at him and he just stares at me, but he was breathing heavily.

"Do you know what I would give to watch you die?" I ask him, "You have no idea. You have no idea how much I wanna see you die. To see you burn. To watch you lean over and cough up a heart or a lung or some shit. I want to see you choke on your own blood and die."

He stayed quite but was staring at me with wide eyes.

I laughed, "Graphic huh? It gets worse. All these things I see in my head. It's so much worse. But some of the thoughts would be considered... Mental. Like how I want to see you become so weak, that you want to hold a gun to your heart and take your own life."

I stomp my foot on the ground and he jumps slightly.

"All these images I see," I say to him, "Are because of you. Half of the things I just told you, you've told me. Remember when I was four and you told me you wanted me to get hit by a car? Or how about right after when Mom died, you said you wished I was in the car with her? Or how about when you put a knife to my neck and told me that you wanted to see me die a painful death?"

"I remember all of that," I say to him, "And I want to see you die, so bad."

We both stay quite for a Moment as I look at the syringe in my hand.

"And I could do it." I tell him, "Right now."

I look up at him and see that he was breathing harder and his eyes were wide.

'But will you?' I think to myself, 'Are you gonna ruin your whole life over revenge... The time is now to decide Dean.'

"But I won't." I say to him while dropping the deathly item on the ground, "Because that would make me just like you. Heartless. Cruel. And dangerous."

I begin to walk towards the door, but I stop and look back at him.

"I may not kill you physically." I tell him, "But I will mentally. I'm going to get inside that head of yours and I'm going to drive you to insanity. I'm going to check you into my own personal Ambrose Asylum, and make you suffer for the rest of your life."

I walk out of the room without another word and walk down the hall into the waiting room where I find the other guys, including Seth and Jey.

"Hey," I say to Seth as I walk up towards to him.

"Hey." He said back but he didn't look back at me.

I cleared my throat, "47."

I heard him laugh slightly, "52."

"I ain't got time to fuck with you." We both said at the same with with a laugh. That was something we did every time we were signaling we were saying sorry even though we never actually said it. It be weird for us to apologize to each other for all that anyways...

"What?" Jimmy asked.

"It's a Ambrollins thing." Roman said with a laugh.

"A what?" Jey asked as we began to walk out to the car.

"Ambrollins." I say, "A combination of me and Seth. It's not gay, he's just my brother."

Dwayne laughed, "So what would you and roman be."

"Ambreigns." Seth said.

"What would be Roman and Seth?"

I thought for a minute, "Rerollins?"

"I thought it would be Roligns?" Roman said.

"I don't knew what it be..." Seth said.

"You guys are weird." Jey said with a laugh as we continued to talk about the subject. I was feeling a lot better for now, I just hope it lasted...

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Chapter 40 is up! And it's a little long I guess.

I'm seriously looking at WWE like:

Dean and Renee are relationship goals

Trinity and Jon are relationship goal

Alicia and Wade need to get back together so they can be relationship goals....

ANYWAYS

I love you guys soooo much! Like I keep constantly keep getting more and more request to write stories, so I have a idea...

I'm creating a book, that should be up by the time this update is put out.

Basically it's just going to be a small summary of the idea for the story I have in mind. I want you guys can just tell me what you think about them and if you like them I will turn it into a book one day! ITS NOT GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BOOK! But I will take suggestions! But just because I take suggestions I will not be using them all. So go check that out lol. I got a lot of ideas for a lot of different ships.

Warning right now, I'm not good at gay ships. So like for Ambrollins and such, I could make it a bromance, but not like a love type thing. I have nothing against it (cause I really love Ambrollins) but I just don't think I could pull it off...

I'll see you guys later and I'll see about updating real soon!

Love you guys

Bye bye!