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THEN
Seth parked the car in the parking lot to your apartment complex.
Before he could even say anything, you unbuckled your seat belt. Climbing over the console, and straddling his lap. Pressing your lips against his passionately. Seth let out a moan. As his hand gripped your waist. Pulling you onto his lap. Your lips still locked with his…
NOW
Seth’s hands wandered down towards your ass. Squeezing it roughly. Making you moan into his mouth.
You pulled away. Breathing heavily. Your eyes gazing into his eyes intently. Seth licked his lower lip. Giving your ass another squeeze. A moan escaped your mouth. Moving your hips a bit, trying to create friction.
Seth let out a moan. Throwing his head back. Your hands wandered down his chest. Stopping at the waistband of his jeans.
Your lips attaching to his neck. Sucking harshly on the skin. While your fingers grabbed the back of his shirt. Tugging it up, and over his head. Tossing it somewhere in the car. Your lips quickly made their way to his throat. Trailing hot wet kisses down towards his chest. While your hands made quick work of undoing his jeans. Tugging them down to his thighs. Your mouth then moved down to his navel. Sucking harshly. Your mouth then moved down to his happy trail. Gliding your tongue down his happy trail. All the while looking up at him, through hooded eyes. That made Seth moan some more.
Your fingers looped underneath the waistband of his boxers. Peeling them off of him. Freeing his erection. Making Seth let out a stutter.
You quickly grabbed his shaft. Your tongue gliding up towards his tip. Seth’s fingers raked through your hair. As you swirl your tongue around his tip. Collecting some pre-cum. Seth’s head was thrown back as far as it could go. His moans filling the car, as you started to leave soft kisses up his shaft, before taking him fully in your mouth. Your gaze flickering up towards his face, as you started to bob your head up and down while sucking. Occasionally nibbling. Using your saliva as lubricant. While your hands stroked his shaft, while you sucked.
“Fuck, babe.” Seth moaned out.
Thrusting into your mouth. You stopped sucking and started to swirl your tongue around his tip, before going back to sucking his cock. Moaning slightly. His body trembling.
Seth grabbed a handful of your hair. Pulling you up. Making his cock slip from your mouth with a pop. He quickly hiked your dress up and moved your panties to the side. Lowering you down on his shaft.
Both of you letting out a satisfied moan. Your hands grabbing his shoulders for support. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades. As you start to rock your hips. Bouncing up and down on his cock. Throwing your head back. Seth’s head went straight to the crook of your neck. Sucking harshly. While his hands grabbed your boobs. Massaging them as you ride him. The both of you in pure bliss. Moans filling the car.
The familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach. Your nails digging into his skin.
“Come for me, babe.” Seth moaned out. Coaxing you closer to your orgasm. Tightening your eyes closed, as your orgasm washed over you. Seth bucked his hips up, as soon as you stopped moving. Thrusting them up a few more times, before spilling his seed inside of you. Your head falling into the crook of his neck. As the both of you breathed heavily.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, someone was watching. That person who happened to be lurking was Dean. He clenched the glass cup tightly. His face pressed against the glass window. Scowling at Seth’s car. Dean glared when he saw Seth kissing you. He felt relief wash over him when you stepped out of the car alone. Fixing your dress. Before going into the apartment complex. Dean’s mouth went into a thin line, as Seth took off.
Dean only moved away from the window when he heard the door to the apartment open.
“Your home late.” Dean grumbled out. Making you let out a tiny scream.
You put your hand on your chest. While your heart beat faster.
“Dean, you scared me.” You gasped out.
“He is a bad influence on you, y/n. You have to work tomorrow.” Dean scolded you. While you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Closing the fridge door. You looked at the clock on the wall. Raising your eyebrows. As you opened the lid to the water.
“It’s eleven.” You spoke. Taking a sip of the water.
“Exactly, it is late.” Dean grumbled. Crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay, dad. I am going to have a shower, then go to bed. Night night.” You spoke. Turning around, and walking out of the kitchen. Leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.
Dean turned back around to face the window. Glaring at the parking spot, where Seth’s car had been.
He had to get rid of Seth and fast. Before Seth stole you from him…
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Dean was up before you were. Actually, he didn’t even go to sleep. He was to busy planning on killing Seth.
“Morning, Dean.” You greeted him. Startling Dean a bit.
“Hey.” He mumbled.
“Want some coffee?” You asked. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee.
“Nah. I have to get to work. See you later.” Dean spoke. Getting up, and leaving the kitchen.
“More for me then.” You mumbled to yourself. Bringing the cup up to your lips, and taking a sip.
Dean stopped near the door. Hand hovering above the doorknob. Turning his head to look at you. As you sipped on coffee.
“You will be mine. All mine, very soon.” Dean mumbled to himself. Turning the knob, and opening the door. Then exiting.
You grabbed an apple out of the bowl that was in the middle of the table. Taking a bite out of it. You then walked over towards the dish rack. Picking up your thermos mug, and the lid. You quickly poured the coffee into the thermos mug. Then put the lid on. Screwing it on. Then exiting the kitchen, and going over to the front door. Grabbing your car keys, and a bag. Opening the door, and locking it. You then closed the door and walked out of the apartment. Going over towards your car. Once you got into the car, you quickly placed your thermos mug into the cup holder. Then put the keys into the ignition. Turning them, making the engine of the car turn on. You quickly put your seat belt on. You then put the car out of park and into drive. Pressing your foot onto the accelerator. Driving off to Alexa’s house.
When you made it to Alexa’s place. You parked in front of her house. Turning off the engine, and taking out the keys. Getting out of the car, and walking over to her door.
You stopped in your tracks as you saw that her screen door was the only one closed. You got an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Paranoia started to set in. Horrible images filled your thoughts, as you slowly walked to the front door. Like it was a wounded wild animal, you were trying to coax out.
“Alexa.” You called out. Hand hovering above the door handle. You waited a second before opening the door.
“Alexa.” You called out again. Not getting a response back. Your heart thumping against your chest rapidly.
A strong metallic smell hit your nose. Making you cringe. You knew it was blood.
“Alexa.” You called out. Gulping when she didn’t answer you. You quickly made your way to where the smell was coming from. Which happened to be in the kitchen.
Your heart felt like it was stuck in your throat. As you stared at the horrid scene in front of you.
“Lexi…” You barely gasped out. Tears brimming in your eyes. Rushing over to her, as fast as you could.
“Please.” You whimpered out. Putting a hand over her wound. You knew it was too late to save her. She was dead. But that didn’t stop you from doing all you can to save her. This point you were full-on sobbing.
“We will find who did this to you, Lexi.” You sobbed out.
In the midst of trying to save her, even though you knew she was dead, you must have called the emergency services. Because you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from your best friends body, and out of the house, towards a waiting ambulance…
Roman wrapped a blanket around you. Sitting down next to you. Wrapping his arm around you. Pulling you closer to his side.
“She’s dead.” You sobbed out. Tears burning your eyes.
“There was nothing I could do Ro. There was so much blood. A lot of blood.” You cried out. Roman rubbed soothing circles up and down on your shoulder.
“Y/n…” Roman started to say, only for you to cut him off.
“So, much blood.” You mumbled. Looking down at your blood-stained hands. The blood that was Alexa’s.
Roman took notice of you staring at your hands, that were coated in crimson. He quickly reached out towards the side. Grabbing a water bottle. He unscrewed the lid. Taking the lid off, and putting it down beside him. Roman unwrapped his arm from around you. Grabbing your hands. He tipped the water on your hands. Washing the blood off your hands. Though you just stared numbly at your hands.
Roman used all the water. Putting the empty water bottle beside him. He grabbed a towel. Wiping your hands dry. Once Roman was finished drying your hands, he put the towel down beside him. His fingers hooking underneath your chin, turning your head to face him.
“It’s not your fault, y/n. None of this was. The police will get the person who did this.” Roman reassured you.
“Why? Why her?” You sobbed.
“I don’t know.” Roman sighed. Wiping your fallen tears away.
“Who would do this to her? How could they?” You sobbed out.
“Someone unstable. It is going to be okay. They will get this person.” Roman reassured you.
Roman wrapped his arms around you. Bringing you close to him. Hugging you tightly. As you sobbed into his chest…
･ﾟ✧ MEANWHILE ✧ﾟ･
Dean glared at Seth. As Seth made his way into the gym. Dean’s hand gripped onto the handle of his knife.
Dean tapped his feet impatiently. His jaw clenching, as he watched Seth. Eyes squinting into slits.
Dean watched Seth like a predator watching its prey. Waiting for an opportunity to get Seth alone. And when it came, he pounced.
Dean smirked, as he plunged the knife into Seth’s back. Seth let out a groan of pain. Hand reaching behind his back. But failing to get it out. Dean let out a chuckle. Pushing Seth into the dumpster. Seth let out a moan of pain.
“She is mine. Not yours.” Dean growled out. Sending daggers to the back of Seth’s head.
“Dude. Take a hint, she ain’t into you.” Seth grumbled out.
Dean sneered at Seth. Grabbing his hair, and slamming his face onto the concrete. Seth let out another groan of pain.
“You’re a bad influence on her. You don’t deserve her.” Dean snarled out. Yanking the knife out of Seth’s back.
Seth let out a groan of pain. Then a chuckle.
“And you think you deserve her?” Seth asked. Laughing at Dean. Turning his head to look at Dean.
“That’s pathetic. You are pathetic. She will never fall for a lunatic like you, Dean. You’re a psychotic son of a bitch.” Seth growled out, through gritted teeth.
Dean glared at Seth. Shoving him down roughly. Nostrils flared. Mouth set in a thin line. Dean grabbed a handful of Seth’s hair. Yanking it back, as he squatted over Seth.
Dean pressed the knife against Seth’s throat.
“Funny… The last person who said that exact same thing to me, ended up dead.” Dean growled out.
Dean slit Seth’s throat. Smiling wickedly as he watched the blood pool around Seth’s body.
“Now nothing will get in my way of being with, y/n.” Dean smirked wickedly. Dean then picked up Seth’s limp body, hauling it into the dumpster bin. He quickly put the trash bags over Seth’s body. Then walked off…
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You wrapped your arms around you letting out a sigh. Your eyes darting across the room, where the police conducted the interviews in. You just wanted to go home. You were so tired.
Detective Corbin glared at you through the glass window. Detective Balor rolled his eyes in annoyance, as he walked up to him.
“She obviously did it.” Detective Corbin growled.
“Just because her fingerprints are on the doorknob doesn’t mean she did it.” Detective Balor grumbled in annoyance.
“I don’t care. The evidence leads to her. Her fingerprints are all over the place.” Detective Corbin snapped. Clenching his jaw.
“Baron…” Detective Balor started to say, but Detective Corbin cut him off. Turning his head to face Detective Balor. Glaring at him.
“No, zip it before I take you off the case. I’m the lead detective in charge of this case. I’m charging her for murdering Alexa Bliss.” Detective Corbin grumbled. Walking off, and going into the room where you were in.
Finn watched the whole thing. Getting a sinking feeling of them being wrong. That the real killer was out there. Detective Balor looked away as he watched tears falling from your eyes, as Detective Corbin put the handcuffs on your wrist.
“I’ll get the real killer, y/n.” Detective Balor mumbled to himself…
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You stared numbly at the cell wall. Gulping rapidly. Your eyes were red from crying. The rim of your eyes red. Your throat dry. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. Your tears all dried out.
How could they wrongly accuse you of murdering your best friend? You kept thinking to yourself.
A guard walked up to your cell. Making hope flicker in your eyes.
“You got a visitor.” The guard grumbled out. Opening your cell door. You quickly stood up. The guard walked in. Placing their hand on your lower back. Pushing you out of the cell, and towards the visiting room.
Your eyes light up with happiness, as you saw Dean.
Dean stood up. Rushing over towards you. Dean ignored the stare he got from the guard, as he wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you tightly into his chest. Dean resting his chin on top of your head. As you nestle your face into his chest. Hugging him the best you could with handcuffs on.
Dean pulled away after the guard told both of you to sit down.
Dean reached out and took your hand in his. As soon as both of you sat down. Dean squeezed your hand tight. Looking deeply into your eyes.
“I’ll get you out of here.” Dean reassured you.
“Dean…” you sighed.
“I know you didn’t kill her.” Dean spoke. Making you bite your lip.
“They think I did.” You mumbled. You felt like crying again. But there were no tears left to cry. Your eyes just ended up hurting.
Dean squeezed your hand tighter.
“I will do anything to get you out of here. You are innocent. Don’t worry, I will get you out of here.” Dean spoke.
“My lawyer says I should plead guilty, and I think I should do it.” You confessed to him.
“Fuck, what he says. He is a shitty lawyer.” Dean snapped.
“She.” You corrected him. Taking a deep breath, before continuing again.
“Dean, look, I don’t know what evidence they have on me. Other than the fingerprints. My lawyer said if I plead guilty then they might be lenient, and give me a shorter sentence. Dean, the police are hell-bent on believing I murdered my best friend.” You sighed. Squeezing Dean’s hand, as you spoke.
“You didn’t kill her. You are innocent.” Dean argued. A sigh left your mouth. You squeezed Dean’s hand even tighter. Giving him a pained look.
“I know that Dean, but the police will twist it to make people believe I am guilty. That I did it.” You spoke.
“Then those people are brainless idiots for believing lies from those corporate cops.” Dean growled out. Looking at the guard in disdain. Then at you with a painful look.
“Dean… I have to it is my only choice. My court date is in two days.” you sighed. Giving him a sad smile.
Dean shook his head in disagreement. He quickly leaned over to you. His lips pressing against the shell of your ear. Making you gulp. While the guard that stood by the doorway gave him a dirty look.
“But you do have a choice. A choice to fight. You may have given up on fighting this, but I haven’t. I am going to help you. I am going to get you out of here. Even if it kills me. Because, I know you didn’t do it, I know you are innocent.” Den spoke. your mouth went a gap. Eyes widen in shock.
The guard’s hand wrapped around Dean’s forearm, pulling him up, and away from you. Though Dean kept eye contact with you. Mouthing the words “I’ll get you out of here.”. Another guard grabbed you. Pulling you up, and out of the visiting room, and towards your cell. Making you wonder how he was going to prove your innocence. How he was going to get you out of there…
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Dean paced up and down the living room. Muttering incoherent words to himself. His hair was dishevelled from running his fingers through it. Eyes bloodshot.
Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks. A huge smile gracing his lips.
“They can’t charge her for a crime she didn’t commit if she doesn’t show up to court.” Dean smirked.
“They can’t take away my love. I won’t let them take her away from me.” Dean growled.
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Detective Balor tapped his pen rapidly on the desk. Running his hand over his head. It’s one day left to your trail. Detective Balor was trying to find something he missed in the files.
Detective Balor scanned the evidence in frustration. Nothing added up to it being you. Other then your fingerprints being on the door, and in her house. There was still not enough evidence to pin it on you. Plus there were bloodstains on a piece of clothing they found in your apartment. That matched Alexa’s blood type. However, it wasn’t your clothing, it was your roommates Dean.
His eyebrows furrowing, as he looked through the statements. A name kept catching his attention. That name being Dean Ambrose. Your roommate. Finn opened his notepad. Writing Dean’s name down. Finn then jotted down the things that made Dean suspicious. One of them being jealousy, and the other one being that a piece of his clothing was covered in Alexa’s blood.
Detective Balor looked up, as he heard a shuffling sound, then a scoff. Detective Balor rolled his eyes, as he saw Detective Corbin standing by the office door.
“You still trying to look for clues to prove she is innocent?” Detective Corbin laughed. Making Detective Balor grip his pen tightly. His jaw clenching.
“That’s because she is innocent, Baron. Nothing proves she did it.” Detective Balor grumbled.
“Her co-worker’s statements do.” Detective Corbin replied.
Detective Balor rolled his eyes. Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“So, what she had a small argument about her friend setting her up on too many dates. That is no reason to accuse her of killing her best friend.” Detective Balor grunted. Looking at detective Corbin with a disdained look.
“It is to me, especially when we found a piece of bloody clothes in her apartment.” Detective Corbin shot back.
Detective Balor let out a dark chuckle. Standing up abruptly. Giving him a death glare.
“They were her roommates. If anything you should be investigating him. He is as shady as they come. He was the one with the problem with Alexa. You are accusing an innocent person of a crime she didn’t commit.” Detective Balor snapped. Shooting daggers at Detective Corbin.
Detective Corbin let out a dark chuckle.
“I’m the lead investigator, and I say she is the killer. I know it.” Detective Corbin snapped.
“The evidence you have on her is insufficient. Your integrity will be questioned. But hey, by all means, believe the lies you tell yourself. I’m going to find out who really killed Alexa.” Detective Balor huffed out. Packing up the files he had on his desk, and putting them in an archive box. Before leaving the office.
“Have fun trying to prove, y/n’s innocence.” Detective Corbin called out…
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You stared numbly at the photo of Alexa and you. That was lit by the moonlight. Tears falling from your eyes. Curling into a ball. Sniffling as you continued to stare at the photo…
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Detective Balor let out a sigh, as he entered the warm cozy café. Making his way over to the booth, that was occupied by one person.
“I’m glad you came.” Detective Balor spoke. As he sat down in front of the person. Who happened to be Roman.
“Anything to help free, y/n.” Roman spoke. Taking a sip out of his cup of coffee.
Detective Balor took out his notepad and pen. Flipping his notepad open to a blank page.
“So, what can you tell me about, y/n’s roommate, Dean Ambrose?” Detective Balor asked. One eyebrow arched, as he looked at Roman.
Roman felt taken aback. But composed himself.
“I don’t know him personally but have met him a couple of times. I do know that y/n has gotten him out of a lot of trouble.” Roman replied.
“What kind of trouble?” Detective Balor asked. Looking up from the notepad.
“Well…I…” Roman started then stopped. Sucking in a deep breath before starting over again.
“He got involved with some heavy stuff. Drugs mostly he stole some drugs from the ambo van, and y/n covered for him.” Roman spoke.
“Would you say she covers for him all the time? Perhaps even if he committed a murder?” Detective Balor asked. Observing Roman’s behaviour.
Romans eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Doubt it, she has morals. She felt guilty for covering for him with those drugs he stole. Dean on the other hand, well, he would probably kill for her. He is overprotective of her. So, it wouldn’t surprise me if he killed someone for her or someone in general.” Roman replied.
“How so?” Detective Balor asked.
“I think he is in love with her.” Roman responded.
“You think?” Detective Balor questioned Roman. Giving him an unimpressed look. Roman sighed.
“I don’t know him personally…” Roman started to say, only for Detective Balor to cut him off.
“So, you say.” Detective Balor interrupted him.
“But, I do know the look of love. And he looks at her like she puts the stars in the sky.” Roman spoke again. Making Detective Balor hum. As he wrote in his notepad.
“Interesting.” Detective Balor hummed out. He got up suddenly. Grabbing his notepad, and pen.
“Thank you, Roman. It’s been a pleasure.” Detective Balor spoke. Giving Roman a friendly smile before spinning around, and walking out of the café…
His mind piecing things together. Detective Balor pulled out his mobile phone. Dialling the precinct.
“Hey, love, I want you to run a background check on Dean Ambrose, text me the details. Thanks, love.” Detective Balor ordered. Ending the call.
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It was the day of your trail. The day that sealed your fate. Dean hadn’t slept a wink in a week. When he did close his eyes, he snapped them open again. Dean was nervous that his plan would fail, and you would end up in jail for a crime he committed.
Dean quickly grabbed a gun he brought illegally. Stashing it in the waistband of his jeans. He then walked out of his room, and out of the apartment. Making his way down the stairs, and out of the apartment complex. Dean put his hoodie over his head. His hands in his pockets. Dean walked into a sketchy area of the town. Looking down at the footpath. He then entered a sketchy garage. Dean took the hood of his hoodie off.
“Hey.” Dean greeted a sketchy looking guy. The guy turned around smirking at Dean.
“Hey man.” The guy spoke. Holding his hand out. The both of them did a handshake. Before the guy pulled away and went over to a cover that covered a car. He pulled it off, revealing a mustang.
Dean’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Thanks for this, man.” Dean spoke. Running his finger along the door panel. Admiring the car.
“No, problem, go get your girl.” The man spoke. Taking out the keys. Then tossing the keys at Dean. Dean quickly caught them.
“Make sure you don’t forget your part of the deal.” The man spoke. As Dean opened the driver’s door.
Dean smirked as he hopped in. His hand going into his hoodie pocket, grabbing two bags of drugs, and handing it over to the guy.
The guy smirked and took it from Dean.
“Thanks, man, a pleasure doing business with you. I’m going to miss you.” The guy spoke. Then walked away.
Dean put the keys in the ignition. Turning it on. Dean smirked as the engine revved to life. He then reversed out of the garage. Then drove away. Not aware of a car trailing behind him…
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Detective Balor clutched the files close to his chest, as he walked up the stairs to the precinct. Stopping mid-step as he heard his mobile ring. Detective Balor fished out his phone. Pulling it out, and accepting the call. He held it up to his ear.
“Hello.” Detective Balor answered.
“Yo, Balor, I got some intel on Ambrose. Saw him get a car illegally. Also, he handed bags of ice to the person who gave him the car.
“Interesting, thank you.” Detective Balor responded. Ending the call.
Detective Balor walked up the stairs, and towards the sergeant’s office. Detective Balor opened the door. Rolling his eyes, as he saw Detective Corbin. Detective Corbin turned around at the sound of the door creaking opened. Smirking at Detective Balor.
“Found another body. The body of Seth Rollins. Found at the dump. You still think y/n, is innocent.” Detective Corbin smirked. Detective Balor felt his stomach drop.
“I say she did it out of jealousy. Maybe, Seth and Alexa were hooking up behind her back, and she found out, and bam, she kills him the day after she kills Alexa.” Detective Corbin explained. Though Detective Balor’s eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at the autopsy done on Seth.
“Well… That makes no sense since she was at Alexa’s house at the time of his demise.” Detective Balor spoke. Still looking at the autopsy file on Seth Rollins.
“Yeah…Well… She could have done it.” Detective Corbin grunted. Detective Balor scoffed.
“Unless she ran to Alexa’s then no, it’s not possible. Oh, that’s right her car was in front of Alexa’s house. I think you are letting your tunnel vision get the better of you.” Detective Balor snapped.
“Whatever. I am the lead detective on this case.” Detective Corbin shot back.
“Baron, your dismissed. I need to talk to Finn.” The Sergeant ordered.
“But… Fine…” Detective Corbin huffed out. Walking out of the room. Slamming the door on his way out.
“You wanted to see me.” The Sergeant spoke.
“Yeah, I think you have the wrong person.” Detective Balor replied. Handing over a file he made about Dean Ambrose to the sergeant.
The sergeant was looking through the contents of the file. A scowl on his face.
“Hmm…” The sergeant hummed out.
“I think Dean did it.” Detective Balor accused.
“Possibly, but, y/n, is on trial for the murder of Alexa Bliss.” The sergeant spoke.
“Sergeant….” Detective Balor started to say, only to get cut off.
“I will look into it.” The sergeant cut him off. Making detective Balor scoff.
Detective Balor stood up abruptly.
“Look into it? You are putting an innocent woman on trail. Have you ever found the murder weapon yet? I bet you, you haven’t. All you have on her is her fingerprints at the scene of the crime, and Alexa’s blood on a hoodie, that happens to be her roommates. I’m not going to sit in that courtroom, and watch an innocent women go to trial for a crime she didn’t commit.” Detective Balor snapped.
“Finn…” The sergeant spoke, only to get cut off.
“If you won’t put the right person away I will.” Detective Balor growled out. Before spinning around. His hand gripping the doorknob tightly and yanking it open. Exiting the room. Bolting out of the precinct.
Detective Balor got into his SUV. Fishing the keys out of his pocket. He hastily put them into the ignition. Turning them, and starting the engine. He then put his foot on the accelerator. Speeding off. Driving through every red light.
He quickly dialled the guy who rang him before. The dial tone ringing through the speakers of the car.
“Hey, Balor. I’m glad you called.” The guy spoke.
“Where is he now?” Detective Balor asked. Pressing his foot down harder on the accelerator.
“Coming closer to the transport van.” The guy spoke. As detective Balor sped some more.
“Keep an eye on him.” Detective Balor ordered.
“Oh, no.” The guy muttered out.
“What?” Detective Balor asked. Hearing a loud crash on the other end.
“Shit.” The guy spoke. Before the phone call ended.
Detective Balor cursed underneath his breath. Driving as fast as he could. Pressing the precinct contact number.
“Hello.” A women’s voice answered.
“I need you to give me the coordinates of the van, y/n l/n is in. Also, send back up..” Detective Balor ordered. The women typed away on the keyboard. Then gave him an answer. He quickly hanged up. Speeding as fast as the car would go…
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Light entered the back of the van where you were in. You lifted your head. Squinting at a figure at the doorway of the back of the van.
“Y/n.” Dean spoke. Coming into the back of the van, and pulling you out.
“Dean.” You muttered. Dean looked at you with sad eyes.
“Your bleeding.” Dean spoke. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder. Dean looked at the cut on your forehead before looking forward.
“We have to help them.” You gasped out. Looking behind you. As Dean lead you away.
“No. I am getting you out of here.” Dean grumbled. Leading you over to a mustang.
“Dean, they are injured, and taking me away makes me look guilty, Dean.” You spoke.
“You are not guilty.” Dean snapped.
“Dean, me skipping town makes me look guilty. And also, you could get in trouble, Dean… Please…Don’t do this.” You begged. Dean turned around to face you. Looking at you with wild eyes.
“I have to, y/n. Because I did it.” Dean confessed. Making you give him a confused look.
“What?” You gasped out.
Before Dean could respond a voice cut him off.
“Stay right there. Hands up.” A male voice ordered.
Dean clenched his jaw. He turned around glaring at the guy. Withdrawing something from out of his waistband. Your eyes widen in fear, as you saw a gun in Dean’s hand. Dean quickly aimed the barrel of the gun at the guy, then pulled the trigger.
You let out a whimper. Dean lowered the gun. Turning to face you. Making you whimper.
“I killed Alexa, y/n.” Dean confessed.
“W-what…?” You gasped out. Gulping. Hoping you heard him wrong. You felt dread settle in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up.
“I killed her, because, she was trying to tear us apart. She never wanted us together. I love you, y/n, so much.” Dean spoke.
“You…killed…Alexa…” You stuttered out. Taking a step back. Looking at him with a mixture of shock and hatred. Tears fell from your eyes. Your heart sinking down to the pit of your stomach. Dread set in.
“Stay away from me.” You snapped. Taking a few more steps back.
“Y/n.” Dean cried out. Tears filling his eyes
“I can never forgive you, Dean.” You hissed out. As tears blurred your vision. You’re heartbreaking.
“Please, she was trying to keep us from being together. I love you…” Dean cried out. Making you shake your head from side to side rapidly.
“If you loved me, then you wouldn’t have killed my best friend. You would have been a man, and told me face to face that you love me, instead of killing my best friend.” You snapped out. Giving him a cold look.
“Y/n, you don’t understand…” Dean started to say only to get cut off.
“Oh, I understand fully, you are insane. I don’t even know who you are anymore. I can’t even look at you. You know I should have let you die that night when you came to me on the brink of death after you got yourself into some shady mess.” You hissed out.
Dean opened his mouth but was cut off by the sound of tyres screeching, and a door opening. Dean turned around to see an officer. Gun raised in front of him aiming it at Dean.
“Put down the weapon, Ambrose. It’s over. I know you murdered Alexa Bliss, as well as Seth Rollins.” Detective Balor shouted. Still pointing his gun at Dean. Eyes trailing towards you. To see if you were okay. Then back at Dean.
Both Dean and Detective Balor were having a stare-down. While you tried to process what detective Balor said about Seth. He’s dead too…
“No. It is not over. Not until I am with her.” Dean shouted.
Detective Balor clenched his jaw. His finger hovering over the trigger.
“Your times up, Dean.” Detective Balor shouted.
“No.” Dean shouted. His hand going behind him. He quickly grabbed a hold of your bicep. Pulling you in front of him. His arm wrapped around your neck. Pulling you close to him. You have been in this situation before. You know that it was so the cop didn’t shot them in the chest. You were a human shield.
You felt your heart thump faster. It felt like your heart was in your throat. Tears stinging your eyes. You gave detective Balor a pleading look.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Dean growled out. Through clenched teeth.
“Oh, but you are.” Detective Balor spoke. Gun still trained on Dean.
“No… after every threat I eliminated, just for her to be with me. To notice me. No… you’re going to have to shot us both. Because I’m not going to rot in jail if I can’t have her.” Dean shouted. His grip tightening around you.
Detective Balor glared at Dean. Lowering his gun down. Letting out a sigh.
“Then I guess that leaves me no other choice.” Detective Balor sighed.
Dean loosened his grip on you. Though he still held you in front of him. Detective Balor quickly raised his gun. Not thinking twice about pulling the trigger. He felt bad for aiming it at you. But it was the only option he had to get Dean to let go of you. The bullet lodged in your shoulder. Making your heart feel like it was in your throat. You looked at your shoulder in shock. Deans arm loosened, as you dropped to the ground.
Dean turned his attention to detective Balor. Glaring at him. But detective Balor didn’t think twice about pulling the trigger. The bullet going into his chest. Detective Balor shot again, shooting Dean in the shoulder. Dean fell to the ground in shock and pain.
Detective Balor put his gun in his thigh holster. Taking off his shirt. Leaving him in a tank top. Detective Balor pressed his shirt hard against your wound. Then called for two ambulances. Before focusing back on you.
“Hold on, y/n. It’s over. You are going to be okay.” Detective Balor spoke. As your eyes were wide with shock. Gasping for air.
You looked over to the side to see Dean clutching his chest. You then looked back at detective Balor.
“You should have aimed for his head.” You gasped out. Coughing as you talked. Detective Balor let out a tiny chuckle. Your eyes fluttering closed. Breathing slowing down.
“Hey, y/n. Stay with me okay.” Detective Balor panicked.
“Thank you….” You wheezed out. Slipping into the darkness.
Detective Balor panicked. Trying to coax you awake. Dean looked over to see you laying limp on the ground. Dread washing over him. He tried to push himself up but failed. Dean stared at you with pain-filled eyes…
About ten minutes later two ambulances and backup arrived. They helped you before they helped Dean. Detective Balor followed Dean into the back of the ambulance. Giving him the Miranda warning. But all Dean could ask was “How as y/n?”, “Is she okay?”. Detective Balor gripped his shoulder harshly.
“You did this to her.” Detective Balor sneered. Tightening his grip on the wound. Before letting go. Leaving Dean in more pain, and mumbling how sorry he was. But detective Balor didn’t listen…
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Your eyes slowly fluttered open. Only to be blinded by a bright light. You quickly shut them. Letting out a groan. The sound of machines beeping made your eyes snap open.
You tried to sit up. Only for a hand to push you down. You looked at the hand on your shoulder. Your eyes trailing up the persons arm to see their face. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Roman. Staring at you.
“How long have I been out?” You asked. Your voice was hoarse.
“How are you feeling?” Roman asked. Ignoring your question, by asking another question. Roman grabbed a jug of water on the side table. Pouring it into the cup. Then handing it to you.
You took a sip of water, before answering.
“Fine.” You answered him.
“Dean’s locked up.” Roman spoke. Making your jaw clench.
“Good. I hope he never gets out.” You growled. Jaw clenching as you speak.
“Y/n…” Roman sighed.
“He killed my best friend, Ro, all because he couldn’t tell me he loves me more than a friend. Not to mention he killed one of my dates. I can never forgive him, Roman.” You growled. Tears forming in your eyes.
“I understand. Least your off the hook now. You can come back to work, and save lives.” Roman spoke softly. Taking your hand. You smiled at Roman softly.
“Yeah, it’s going to take time, before I’m okay.” You mumbled.
“But you are going to be okay.” Roman spoke. Squeezing your hand. Giving you a reassuring smile.
“You’re a great friend, Ro. Thank you.” You spoke. Giving him a soft smile…
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Dean laid on his back, on the uncomfortable chaise lounge.
“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Dean confessed. Making the therapist look up from the notepad.
“Mr Ambrose, we have talked about this. It is time to move on from her. And start focusing on your self. Focus on rehabilitation.” The therapist spoke. Making Dean clench his jaw.
“She will be mine.” Dean declared. Sitting up.
“Dean..” The therapist spoke. Then suddenly stopped, as Dean’s hands closed around their neck.
“She will be mine.” He growled out. Choking them to death.
Once they fell limp, Dean let go. Dusting himself off, and walking out of the room. He was going to escape this place, and get you one way or another if it was the last thing he did….