A/N: Those who read Hostage will know that I have been thinking about another Wrestling AU fanfiction for a while.I started it last week, and here it is!

Warnings: This story has mentions of verbal, physical and sexual abuse through the story. Self harm and suicidal tendencies will also be included. The rating will rise to M when it will need to be. I will not be mentioning these again, as I've listed them here. Please do not forget that these will be included.

I'll Save You

Chapter One: Escape

The sound of keys in the door was enough to wake Seth Rollins from his slumber and sit up straight. Did he really let himself fall asleep on the sofa? That was such a bad idea, a very, very bad idea...

He could tell that Randy was angry by how quickly the door was opened and slammed shut again. His eyes showed it all when they landed on Seth, and he gulped. Randy wasn't just angry, he was furious. He didn't even know what had happened - Randy's phone had rang, he left the apartment as he answered it, and had been gone for several hours.

The smallest thing could trigger Randy's temper, but his clenched fists and the expression on his face showed Seth that whatever had made him this way wasn't just a 'small thing'.

"What's happened?" he asked quietly.

"Fucking Corey Graves," Randy laughed humourlessly, and Seth winced at his tone. "He talked to our boss, didn't he? He told him about what I said to him yesterday, even though it was barely a threat."

Seth stayed silent. He knew how much Randy liked working at the tattoo parlour - and he also wasn't liking how close Randy had gotten to him.

"They said it was the last straw... I was fired. I was fucking fired! After all I've done for them!"

Randy was screaming at this point, and Seth had jumped up from the sofa. He backed away from Randy, and panicked when his back hit the wall.

"Randy, it'll be alright, just please c-calm down..."

"And you?" Randy hissed, his hand grabbing Seth's hair. "You don't do anything to help me, do you? No job, barely anything around here, just nothing. I'm fucking left to struggle to even pay the rent while you just sit around."

"I-I've not even been able to go to school..."

"It's not like you'd pass even if you did go! You're just wasting space around here!"

"Randy-"

"SHUT UP!"

Seth didn't have the chance to brace himself before his head was slammed against the wall. He barely had time to clutch his head before Randy's knee was buried into Seth's stomach, and when he fell to his knees, Randy kicked him to the floor.

"You're nothing! You hear me? Nothing!"

After several more kicks to Seth while he was sprawled on the floor, Randy grabbed his wallet from the table and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door shut after him. It took a few moments for Seth to catch his breath and lift himself off the floor, wincing. He had expected it to be a lot worse, though. A lot of the time when Randy was angry, he'd hit him a lot worse than that. Or, when he was in the mood, took it out sexually. He had probably went out to get drinks, so if he didn't quite have enough to make him pass out as soon as he entered the apartment, it would be worse when he got home.

Seth made his way to the bathroom and his heart sank when he looked at himself in the mirror.

A bruise which was still healing from a few days ago surrounded his right eye, as well as his throat. His lips were swollen and a trail of blood trickled down his chin. He had heavy bags under his eyes, which were dull. The body he had once been remotely proud of was far too skinny. His hair was messy and the side he usually bleached blonde was in clear need of treatment.

He looked like a mess.

The realisation came to him. He needed to get out of there. He had to.

Not bothering to wash the blood away from his face - which is what he had gone into the bathroom to do - he ran out of the room and into the bedroom. He looked through the drawers frantically, trying to find the clothing he had left. He grabbed a few pieces, and looked through the closet to find his old school bag. He slung it over his shoulder after he shoved the clothing into it. Clutching at his stomach which was still burning with pain from Randy's kicks, he walked over to the front door and opened it. His eyes scanned the area for Randy, and relief washed over him when he couldn't spot him anywhere. He was probably already drunk with his friends by now.

He closed the door after him and walked away as fast as he possibly could away from the apartment block. His pace began to slow down after he had made his way to the streets away from there, and he realised that he didn't have a clue about where he could go. He continued to walk nonetheless, knowing that any other option was better than going back.

A few people looked at him curiously when he walked by, obviously wondering what had happened to someone so young. They didn't say a word, however, and looked away as soon as Seth made eye contact.

He wasn't sure how long he had been walking before he fell down onto a bench. He buried his head into his hands, and he allowed the tears he had been pushing back to fall. He had no idea what he was going to do now; but would it really have been a good idea to stay?

"Hey, are you alright?"

Part of Seth panicked, thinking it could have been one of Randy's friends. He slowly raised his head, and breathed out in relief when he saw it was someone who he had never seen before.

"Holy shit," the man said when Seth looked at him and frowned. "Who did that to you? Were you attacked?"

"I'm fine," Seth mumbled. He wiped away the tears from his eyes as he looked down at the floor. He expected the man to just shrug and walk away, forget about him like every other person in the street had done, but instead, he sat down next to Seth.

"What's your name?"

"Seth," he said quietly, not looking back at the man.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"What are you doing out here at this time of night?"

Seth stayed silent, not wanting to tell this man he didn't even know what had happened. He shivered, however, which the man noticed.

"Fucking hell, you're freezing," he said, seeing that Seth wasn't even wearing a jacket. He shrugged off his own jacket and held it out to Seth. "Here, take it. You look like you need it more than I do."

Seth hesitated before he took the jacket from the man and put it on. The man's eyes flickered on a set of scars which littered the inside of each of Seth's wrists, but he didn't comment.

"Do your family know where you are?" he asked.

"...It's complicated."

The man sighed, and looked down at his hands for a moment before his eyes landed back on Seth.

"You need to tell me what you're doing out here. Do you have anywhere to go?"

Seth stayed still for a few moments before he shook his head slowly. The man sighed again and placed a hand on Seth's shoulder, though he quickly moved back a little when he saw Seth flinch.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," he said reassuringly. "I want to help you. It's dangerous for someone in your kind of state to be out at this time of night. Is there anyone I can call? Anyone at all?"

Seth shook his head again.

"I have my phone with me, but there isn't really anyone to call," he mumbled. "I'm fine, really. You don't have to help me."

"No, you're not fine. Someone has obviously done this to you and I'm not just going to let you act as if you're fine," the man said. He reached for his phone when it started to ring, motioned for Seth to stay, and answered the call. "Hey, Roman. Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. I know, I can't come now, something's come up. No, nothing has happened, not to me anyway. I'll explain tomorrow, alright? You just go with Daniel for now. I'll come another night. See you."

He hung up and looked back at Seth.

"Do you have any money for a hotel or anything?" he asked.

"I didn't have any to bring with me," Seth replied quietly.

"I thought not. Saying that, I don't really want to leave you in a hotel anyway, not when you're like this."

The man sighed and got up off the bench.

"Do you want to stay with me? At least for the night."

"No, I can't do that..." Seth said quickly, wincing when he got back to his feet. "I don't even know you and... It's too much of a burden for you. I'll be fine, it was stupid of me to come out here anyway... I should get back."

He began to walk away, but stopped when the man called out to him.

"Wait, stop!"

Seth turned slowly, and was quite surprised to see the desperation on the man's face. Why would he be so concerned about someone he didn't even know?

"If you're going back to someone who might have done this to you, I can't just watch you walk away," the man said, breathing in deeply. "It's obvious that this wasn't just an accident. Please, just... Let me help you. At least get yourself cleaned up and rested, alright?"

Seth's immediate thought of action was to say no, and quickly walk away. As fast as he could, at least. But he literally had nowhere else to turn, unless he wanted to go back to Randy. Surely this man's intentions couldn't be as bad as that? He seemed friendly enough. First impressions could be misleading, but... Did he have any other choice?

"O-Okay..." he whispered. The man breathed out in relief and gestured to his left.

"Come on, my house is only a five minute walk away. Do you want me to carry that for you?" he asked, nodding at the rucksack on Seth's back. Again, Seth thought about saying no, but his body was aching too much for him to carry it for longer. He nodded and handed it to the man.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"Don't mention it," the man smiled, slinging it over his shoulder. "I'm Dean, by the way. Dean Ambrose."

The man's smile helped Seth to relax, though he was still tense. What if it was all an act just to lure Seth back to his home? What if he was a friend of Randy's, and Seth had just never seen him before? He knew it was unlikely, but it still worried him. And yet, he still walked by Dean's side down the street. He noticed how the man was taking slow strides in an attempt to walk at the same pace at Seth, considering he was both smaller and was unable to walk very quickly. He couldn't help but feel very grateful for this simple act of kindness.

The walk was silent, though Seth felt Dean's eyes land on him a few times. It was quite obvious that he was inspecting the bruise which had most likely formed by now from his head being slammed against the wall. He knew that Dean still wanted to know what happened, but he wasn't too sure if he'd be able to say it, never mind want to.

They soon walked up to a house, which was fairly small, though Seth wondered why he was living in a house rather than an apartment if Dean lived on his own.

"My friend Roman lives here with me as well, but he's out tonight," Dean explained, noticing Seth gazing at the house with obvious curiosity. "He often stays at his girlfriend's house anyway. Daniel used to live with us, but he moved in with his fiancé recently. I guess we'll find a new place soon."

"I'm sorry that I ruined your plans," said Seth, remembering that Roman had been the person who had called Dean earlier.

"Nah, it's fine," Dean shrugged. "They're both only at the pub. I can go another time. Besides, I'm the one who convinced you to come here."

He unlocked the door and motioned for Seth to enter. He hesitated, but slowly stepped inside. Dean followed him and turned on the light. The lit room, which had a homely feel to it, helped calm Seth a little.

"I have a spare room that you can sleep in, though I guess that you'd want a shower first?" Dean asked. Seth nodded, hoping that he didn't seem rude, but Dean smiled. "Thought so. Come on, it's up here. Did you bring anything that you can sleep in?"

"Yeah, I did," Seth replied, recalling that he packed an old T-shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms in his hurry. He had questioned for a moment why he would need to bring them, but was glad that he did.

He followed Dean up the stairs, and was handed the bag when they reached the top. Seth thanked him and pulled out the clothing.

"It's just here," Dean said, opening a door to their right. "Do you want me to put that in the spare room for you?"

"If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't," he smiled. Seth returned the smile and handed the rucksack to Dean, who walked into a room opposite to the bathroom and placed it on the bed. "If you need me, just call me."

"I will," said Seth. He watched Dean walk down the stairs before he entered the bathroom and locked the door. He winced as he removed his clothes, trying not to strain his stomach. Those kicks, despite the fact that they could have been more forceful, had definitely dealt some damage. He was thankful that Randy hadn't hurt him as much as he could have done.

He avoided looking in the mirror and stepped into the shower. The water stung at first when it hit the bruises on Seth's skin, but his body soon adjusted to it and he began to rinse away the blood from his face. He ran his hands through his hair and only just noticed the blood which was in it. He hadn't saw that when he had looked in his reflection earlier on. It seemed as though the hit against the wall had done more than just bruise his face.

After washing the blood out hurriedly, he wasted no time getting out of the shower. As relaxing as it was, he was exhausted, and he just needed to sleep.

The condensation on the mirror had cleared a lot by the time Seth had dried himself and pulled on his underwear and pyjama bottoms. His eyes glanced at his reflection, and he flinched when he saw the bruise forming on his face. Considering the bruise which was still healing around his eye was on the opposite side, it looked like he had got into several different fights. It was kind of true - it was just one-sided each time.

Bruises were also quickly forming on his stomach, though he was grateful that the kicks hadn't been aimed at his ribs, like they had been before. However, his finger automatically trailed across the obvious bones at the thought of them. He didn't always notice how much weight he had actually lost until he saw himself in the mirror. It wasn't on purpose - he just had so much nausea from both physical damage and worry that he couldn't always keep food down when he thought he might have the appetite to eat it.

His fingers next trailed across the inside of one of his wrists. Far too many times had he wished that Randy hadn't found him lying on the bathroom floor, blood flowing from his wrists. Perhaps he would have found peace if he hadn't.

Frowning, he looked away from the mirror and pulled on his old T-shirt to cover the body he was ashamed of. He picked up his clothes from the floor and walked over the door to unlock it. He was quite surprised to find Dean standing outside when he opened it.

"I was just coming to see if you were alright," he said. "Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good."

He didn't? Perhaps the tiredness and the distaste of looking at his own body showed.

"I'm just exhausted," he replied. Dean nodded and gestured to the spare room.

"You should get to sleep, then."

Seth didn't hesitate to walk into the room and get into the bed. Dean looked at him for a moment in the doorway.

"Goodnight, Seth," he said, before he turned the light off and closed the door. He sighed and brushed a hand through his hair as he made his way to his own room. He certainly hadn't expected this tonight, but he couldn't just leave a sixteen-year-old boy who was clearly attacked by someone on a bench at night, with nowhere to go and without the physical capability to defend himself.

He just hoped that Seth would tell him what happened, at least the basics of it, in the morning.

Seth woke up panicked the next morning, until he realised what had happened the night before. He relaxed a little, and carefully got himself out of bed. He was extremely grateful for what Dean had done for him, but he was sure that he couldn't stay here for long.

He made his way down the stairs and found Dean in the kitchen, who was making himself some toast. The man turned around when he heard Seth's footsteps, and smiled.

"Morning," he said as he got the toast out of the toaster. "Sleep well?"

"I did, thank you," said Seth.

"You're free to sit down," Dean chuckled. Seth nodded, slightly embarrassed, and sat down in one of the dining chairs. Dean grinned and pointed at the toast on the plate. "Want this?"

"Oh no, it's yours," Seth said hurriedly.

"It's fine; I can make myself more."

Seth paused before he nodded and took the plate from Dean. He should eat - he hadn't eaten anything properly for the last couple of days, after all.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Dean asked.

"Water would be fine," Seth replied. He couldn't stomach much more than that, especially in the mornings. Dean nodded and handed him a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. A few minutes later, he had joined Seth at the dining table with a plate of his own toast and a mug of coffee. Seth had only got through one of the halves at this point; his body had gotten used to not having a whole lot of food.

"I'm really grateful for all of this," he said quietly. "Really, I am."

"It's not a problem. I couldn't just leave you like that," said Dean. He took another bite of his toast before continuing. "What happened, Seth? You don't have to tell me everything, I just... I really want to know."

Seth sighed, putting the toast back on his plate. The thought of saying his situation aloud terrified him, but didn't Dean have the right to know after helping him?

"It was... It was someone I live with who did this to me," he started after taking a deep breath.

"Someone you live with? You mean like a family member?" Dean questioned, looking concerned.

"Not exactly... It was my... My boyfriend," Seth replied, sighing. Dean was surprised at how ashamed he seemed to be about how he had a boyfriend - though he was more disgusted at how he was being treated like that.

"You don't have to sound so ashamed about being gay; I'm bisexual myself, so I'm obviously going to accept you," said Dean. "But if your boyfriend did this to you then this is very serious. Those other bruises you have as well were clearly inflicted on a different day, which shows this isn't unusual."

Seth lowered his head, and Dean suddenly felt very guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I'm just worried about you."

"It's alright," Seth said quietly. "After letting me stay the night, you deserved to know. But I shouldn't stay here for long - it's unfair on you. I'll go and get dressed, and then I'll head back. He's probably wondering where I am..."

"You can't head back," Dean said with a sense of urgency. "I don't know everything about this, but I can quite clearly see that you're scared of this guy - and for good reason. I can't just let you leave knowing that you're going back to someone like that. If you don't have any family that you can stay with, then you can stay with me until this gets sorted out."

"I don't want to be a bother, though..."

"It's not a bother. I'd rather know that you're safe than just let you go back there."

They both turned their heads at the sound of the front door opening and closing. A rather muscular Samoan man stood in the archway to the kitchen, and was looking at Seth curiously. Seth guessed that this was Roman.

"I wasn't expecting you to move on to an under-age teenager after you and AJ broke up."

"He's sixteen," said Dean. "And we're not involved like that."

"Then who is he?" the man asked, walking closer to the table. He frowned when he looked at Seth's face properly. "Shit, that looks painful. How did that happen?"

"He's the reason that I couldn't come last night. I found him on a bench like that and I couldn't just leave him; he had nowhere else to go," Dean explained.

"What about your parents? Or are they... The ones who did this?"

"No, they're not," Seth replied quietly. "But I... I don't live with them and I doubt they'd just let me back home."

Dean frowned at this - he presumed that something must have happened to Seth's parents and that was why he was living with his boyfriend. There were so many unanswered questions but he couldn't just ask them, especially not with Roman here, as well.

"Have you called the police?" Roman asked, turning to Dean, who quickly shook his head.

"It's not my decision - it's Seth's. I just wanted to make sure that he was alright. I'm letting him stay as long as he needs to. Is that fine with you?"

"Of course it is," said Roman, sitting down in one of the chairs. "I would have done the same in your position."

Seth relaxed a little. Roman's appearance had been quite intimidating, but it seemed like he was just as friendly as Dean, which was a huge relief. Roman also didn't ask any other questions in a clear attempt to not make him feel uncomfortable. For the first time in his life, he actually considered himself lucky.

A few minutes later, both he and Dean had finished their breakfast. Dean got up from his chair, stretching.

"I better go and get dressed."

"I will as well," said Seth, standing up. Despite Roman being friendly, he thought it would be a little awkward for him to stay alone with him before he has even said one word to him. Dean smiled and nodded, and Seth followed him up the stairs.

"I'm sorry about what Roman said when he first walked in," he said when they made it to the top.

"It's fine, he didn't know who I was," Seth shrugged.

"I just thought you might have been insulted."

"No, I wasn't," Seth smiled reassuringly. He hadn't really been insulted by the 'under-age' comment - he knew that he looked a little young for his age; people often thought he was fifteen rather than sixteen, especially since he started losing weight.

"Good," Dean smiled back before he entered his room. Seth was stood still for a minute, still looking at Dean's closed door before he entered the spare room. Or, apparently, his room for however long he was going to stay. He wasn't sure how long that would be, and where exactly he would go after. He decided it wouldn't help to dwell on these thoughts, and started changing out of his nightclothes and into a pair of slim jeans and a T-shirt he had brought with him. He paused, however, when his eyes flickered over to the clothes he had been wearing that previous day. He reached over to the pair of jeans and pulled his mobile out of one of the pockets. It still had half the battery.

There were twenty missed calls from Randy and ten text messages. His heart started thumping loudly in his chest, wondering how angry Randy was right now. Seth doubted that he was concerned, especially if he noticed that some of Seth's clothes were gone.

Too scared to read the messages, he quickly turned the phone off and put it in his rucksack. He noticed his hand was shaking when he brought it back to his side. Was Randy going to search for him? It seemed like something he might try to do. Seth wasn't even sure if Randy cared about him anymore, but that wouldn't be the reason why he'd want Seth back so badly.

Seth stopped being his own person a while ago. He had been labelled as Randy's property for months.

And what was it going to take to remove that label?

A/N: In case you were wondering, more details on when this started happening to Seth and how Randy changed will be explained through the story. Like Hostage, I don't know if I'll make it very long, maybe about 40,000 words? I'll try to make the chapters good enough, though.

Like I had to do before, apologies to any Randy lovers. I'm a fan of him myself. But I feel like if his character was a real-life person, especially when he's heel, then he wouldn't be normal. At all.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are appreciated!