Believe in Gabby: A Shield Fanfiction

Chapter 130: Why Seth! WHY!

Monday Night Raw:

Offscreen:

The three of us were walking backstage. I was in between Dean and Roman, still holding my head in pain. Dried tears were still on my cheeks.

We hadn't talked since we left the ring and to be honest I wasn't in the mood for talking.

Dean suddenly stopped. I looked over at him. Roman followed suit.

Dean grabbed the nearest chair and threw it against the wall. I jumped in surprise and backed up so I was behind Roman.

Roman quickly walked over and put his hand on Dean's chest, "Dude, Cool it!"

Dean looked up, "I'm not going to cool it until I get my hands on that little..."

"Dean!" I suddenly exclaimed, "Please stop," I whispered so he could barely hear me.

Dean sighed and walked over to me, "You OK?"

"No."

Roman walked over, "Listen, I know this is all quite a shock."

"Is it really quite a shock," I interrupted.

Dean glanced at Roman, the back at me.

"Don't you understand! This is all my fault!"

Dean looked at me in shock, "How the hell is this your fault."

"Because," I closed my eyes, "Triple H tried to get me to join the authority."

"I know," Dean said.

"I didn't," Roman stepped forward. "Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head, "I'm so stupid! Afterwards I just talked about it as a joke, but I was to stupid to see the big picture. I should have known this would happen!"

I took a deep breath.

"Listen, babe," Dean put a protective arm around me, "None of this is your fault."

"I should have known Triple H would not stop with me. Seth was such the obvious next guy to go to," I muttered.

"Listen, baby girl," Roman said, "Seth made his own decision."

Dean was now pacing behind me, "He made the wrong one. He just got himself a life sentence."

I tightened the grip on my head. Dean noticed right away.

"Is your head OK?" Dean asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's fine."

Dean walked forward, "Can I see it."

I turned away from him.

"Gabs," Dean grabbed my arm, "Can I please see it."

I looked at him and shakingly removed my hand from my face. Blood immediately started to drip down my face. I winced in pain.

"That..." Roman started.

"He hit her in the head," Dean said to no one in particular, "I am going to kill him."

"Lets go get it checked," Roman offered.

"No, guys seriously I'm fine," I said, putting my hand back on my forehead.

"He could have killed her," Dean muttered to himself, "And he wouldn't have even cared."

"You're not fine," Roman said.

"Yes I am."

"No your not," Roman urged, "Come on."

I sighed uneveningly, "OK...... fine."