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Ever since that day in Y/n’s locker room, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My little crush had quickly turned into an obsession. I couldn’t eat, I couldn't sleep, everything I did I did for her. I craved her. She never said anything about my confessions, she played it off, claiming I was just trying to make her feel better but my words were true. “I would do anything and everything for you. I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing.” All I wanted was to protect her, hold her in my arms as she cried, spoil her with expensive gifts, love her to death. The news of her being single again spread like wildfire, I found it pathetic how men threw themselves at her. No matter how hard they tried they would never be like me, she would never find someone like me. I needed her and although she didn’t realize it yet she needed me. Every week after Dynamite I would follow her, I know what you're thinking. I’m crazy, I’m stalking her but I am just protecting her. I would watch her like a hawk backstage and follow her to her car, making sure she was safe. 

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” Cash asked me with a concerned look on his face

“What are you talking about?” I asked him

“ You are stalking her, It’s creepy,” He told me

“I am not stalking her, I am just making sure she’s safe. There are a lot of creeps out there” 

“Right, next thing you are going to tell me is that you didn’t send roses to her locker room” I could feel my heart rate increase as I heard the words leave my best friend’s mouth. “What?” I asked, with a slight anger in my voice. “The large bouquet of red roses? You sent them right?” I did not send flowers to Y/n’s locker room. That would be a move of a coward, a real man would hand-deliver such a thing. “No, I didn’t send her flowers” I was angry, why? I’m not exactly sure. “Oh-uh okay then?” Who sent Y/n these flowers? I needed to know. 

The next week the same thing happened. Luckily for me, I happened to be with Y/n when the flowers arrived. This time they were white Daffodils. “It looks like you have a secret admirer,” I told Y/n with a fake smile on my face. “I wouldn’t say secret admirer. More of a stalker if you ask me” Stalker? What does she mean stalker? “Stalker?” I asked “It started as little gifts to my locker room but then they started showing up at my house” I could feel my blood start to boil “I just feel like I’m being watched” 

“What do you mean being watched?” I asked

“I don’t know, I just feel like someone is watching me” 

“If you want, I can stay with you tonight. I promise I won’t try anything. It could help your peace of mind?” I could tell she was hesitant but I swear as much as I wanted to sleep with her this was just for her peace of mind. “I promise,” I told her again, trying not to scare her

“I mean…If they see me with you they might back off?” That along with the fact I would beat the shit out of anyone who dared lay their hands on you, yeah I would say they would back off, I thought to myself. “It’s worth a shot,” I told Y/n. “You have a match tonight, right? Maybe after we can grab something to eat before we head back to the hotel?” I heard about a new restaurant that had just opened up in the town we were staying in so how would I pass up the opportunity to take my baby out for a treat after her big match tonight? “Sounds good. As long as I’m back before midnight” She told me “Why? Are you going to turn into a pumpkin or something?” “Maybe” 

I watched Y/n’s match from a backstage monitor and for some reason, the moment she stepped out there I had this gut feeling something would happen. The beginning of the match was good, I  had almost forgotten about what I was worrying about until I saw it. The way Y/n’s head ricocheted off the barricade, obviously ringing her bell. The thud was sickening, echoing throughout the whole arena.  I watched the blood pour out of her skull, a wound like that would need stitches. She was down, I thought she might have gotten knocked out. The ref checked on her lifeless body, the arena silent unsure of what would happen. Of courseY/n would deny that she was hurt, I watched her stumble back to her feet. The match went on. The lack of blood loss was causing Y/n to get a bit sloppy, she wasn’t as stable on her feet but somehow it added to the tension of this match. She was running on pure adrenaline, hitting her opponent with everything she had before delivering a Death Valley drive followed by a picture-perfect black arrow. 1…2…3.. The match was over. 

The backstage area was pure chaos as medical staff waited for Y/n to return backstage. I ran to the gorilla to greet her but to my surprise Wardlow had beat me to it. Why the fuck was he there? I was angry, the poor girl was confused, she had no idea what was going on. Of course Wardlow would take advantage and act like they were still together. I watched as medical tried to pull her away from him but she insisted he went with her. Everyone knew what Wardlow did, they knew how fucked up Y/n must have been since for the past few weeks she wound’t let Wardlow within 10 feet of her. As much as they knew she would hate them for letting her confused state with him it was worse to argue with someone in such a state. Wardlow gave me a nasty look as he walked hand and hand with Y/n to medical. 

Now I sat in my car feeling disgusted as I watched Y/n go home with Wardlow. She was severely concussed  and needed 10 stitches and a few staples to close the gash on her head. I knew I shouldn't be following them but I couldn't bear to see the love of my life get taken advantage of like this. I knew what he would do, he would act all sweet, take her to her hotel room, probably make love to her then once she fell asleep he would sneak out and get with a bunch of groupies. How did I know this? Well I heard him talking to his buddy Max about his plan and it made me sick. What happened to her and I going out after the show and me protecting her from her stalker who I assume is Wardlow? I let her go with him, I’m letting everything I promised would never happen, happen. Don’t worry baby, daddy will take care of it. 

Carefully I followed the pair without getting detected, with every step I took I could feel the sweat gather on my hairline, my heart started racing, my body told me to speed up, something was wrong, Y/n was in trouble. Wait what the fuck? Why are there now three people? Wardlow carried a most likely unconscious Y/n and a mystery man stood in front of them. My mind filled with horrible thoughts, I tried to push them away but they were too strong. I hid behind a corner once they stopped. Was this their room? Wait a second, this isn’t even the hotel Y/n and I checked into this morning. How didn’t I notice that? “Well look at that, doesn’t she look so peaceful” Wardlow said to the mystery man. “You were right, she’s a pretty one. She will probably be out for a while too with all that stuff they gave her” what stuff? What kind of shit is in Y/n’s system? I didn’t even want to think about the things they would do to her. I charged at the mystery man I had never seen before. I jumped on his back and began my attack, then I was on the ground. I knew I was at a disadvantage, this was a two on one assault not to mention they were both larger than I. They got a few hits in before I returned to my attack. I punched Wardlow so hard in the face I could feel his nose crack on my knuckles. I watched him scream in agony as the blood gushed out of his face. “You’re fucking crazy Punk” he yelled “Your goddam right I am. Don’t fucken touch my girl” I spat back, continuing to pummel the man. Wardlow knew he couldn't win this war. He ran off leaving the mystery man stranded with me. I wanted to kill this man, the words I heard him say about Y/n made me sick, he was dead. I didn’t care about the consequences. All I cared about was showing everyone what would happen if they touched what was mine. I don’t know how long I spent beating up that mystery man who’s name I would later find out to be James. I didn’t care that he was soon unconscious, I beat him up far beyond recognition. I don’t think I killed him but who knows maybe I did. I only stopped my attack when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder.