"Do you know what you did wrong?" Sami looked at her with that look she always disliked.
"I let a man flirt with me and I looked at him when I shouldn't have," she said.

She was more guessing than actually knowing. There had been no flirting going on between her and the cashier but Sami didn't see it that way.

"Yes, and what else?" He asked.
"I failed to say I have a boyfriend," that one she was always certain of.
"That's correct. Now I gotta leave you here instead of taking you with me to the arena so you can think about what you did. It's not that I want to, Nancy. This is really killing me, you know that, but when you can't behave accordingly, I simply can't trust you. You sit right there and think about what you've done," he said.

He didn't wait for an answer before he grabbed his bag and left the room. It wasn't a question anyway. It was an order, one he knew she wouldn't disobey. She had been with him long enough for him to know that she never went against his word. Leaving her behind, basically denying her freedom outside the house, was just one of his many punishments. One that worked every time. It was driving her insane to be locked up alone.

They didn't live alone. A bunch of wrestlers lived in the house. It was owned by WWE and they just rented rooms there. But even though more people lived there, she was alone on nights like this since they all would go to the arena to do their job. And even when they were home, she still felt alone. She was the only woman and she was the only one who didn't wrestle.

Besides her and Sami in one room, there was Dean in another. He was always kind to everyone. Seth lived in the third room. He was a nice man but always busy with something. Baron lived in the fourth room. No one hardly ever saw him since he spent most of his time away on bars or hanging out with his best friend Corey. And then there was Roman in the last room. She really didn't get along with him. He had disliked her from day one and he was always letting her know she wasn't welcome in his world and she had no idea why. She didn't back down from him though. She might bend over to everything Sami said or did and somehow she turned all that frustration towards Roman instead.

Silence fell as the front door opened and closed. She took a few heavy breaths before pushing herself up from the bed where he had demanded she sat while he schooled her. The house would be empty now like always. She didn't mind being alone but she wished she had a saying in it. She walked out of the room and sighed heavily when she to her surprise found Dean and Roman in the kitchen ready to start dinner. Only one thing was worse than being forced to stay home and that was running into Roman.

"Hey look, Sami forgot his bitch," Roman said.
"But Dean kept his bitch at home," she countered.
"Hey, keep me out of your stupid shit," Dean grunted and turned his back while leaning over the stove.

He didn't have to ask twice. He never did. As much as her and Roman seemed to hate each other, they always knew not to drag other people into it if they asked them not to and Dean had just let his opinion in that matter be heard. That didn't mean they couldn't continue going at it with each other though.

"Do you absolutely have to be here on one of my rare days off?" Roman asked annoyed.
"Yeah, I just can't help it, pretty boy. Your smile lights up the entire room," she said sarcastically.
"Just like your pussy fucks every man," Roman said.
"Roman!" Dean growled warningly.

Both Dean and Seth were tired of these two always going at it but most times they ignored it. However, both of them had drawn a line in the sand that they didn't want them to cross and Roman had just crossed it. He could go at it with her all he wanted but he was not allowed to pull out the low whore card as most men would do in a stupid fight with a woman. She didn't deserve it since they all knew she didn't sleep around. She was a one man woman.

"Does that make you less of a man since I won't be with you?" She countered.
"Nancy!" Dean growled warningly again.

The same line in the sand applied for her and she knew it. She couldn't cross it either but it was just hard when he had just started it. She didn't want Dean to be mad at her though so she chose to be the grown up and walk away from the fight.

"Alright, I'm sorry, Dean. I'll leave you to it," she said.
"You want me to come get you when dinner's ready?" He asked.
"No thanks, I lost my appetite," she stared at Roman.

She turned around and was soon gone. Dean waited till he heard the door to her room close and then turned around and looked at Roman.

"Why do you always have to start shit with her?" He asked.
"Can't help it. She brings out the devil in me," Roman answered.
"She doesn't deserve it," Dean said.
"And none of us deserve to have her around us. She's not even a wrestler for crying out loud," Roman said.
"No, but she's Sami's girlfriend so show her some fucking respect," Dean said.
"Why?" Roman asked.
"I give up," Dean sighed and turned back to the stove. "And they say I'm the crazy one."

There was a soft knock on the door an hour later and Dean came in with a plate in his hand.

"It's still warm," he said and handed it to her.
"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that," she said and smiled.
"I know but I also know you're hungry and that the big fellow is the only reason you won't join me in the kitchen," he smiled back. "Don't let him get to you, alright? He's not as bad as he pretends to be."
"Don't worry, Dean. I've dealed with way worse men in my life. I can handle a little dog like Roman. All bark and no bite," she said.

He chuckled and left the room again. She sighed as she started eating. If Dean only knew how much worse men she had dealed with and still was dealing with. Just one man constantly pulling her down and she didn't understand herself why she kept letting him treat her like that. She just didn't know how to say stop and even if she did, he wouldn't listen. He would just do way worse if she tried fighting back, something she had learned a long time ago, so she just let him walk all over her as he pleased.

A couple of hours later Sami, Seth and Baron returned home from the arena. She sat in their room as the good girl he expected her to be. He opened the door and found her sitting in the same spot on the bed where he had left her. He was actually expecting her to sit like that for all the hours he was away and she would always pretend she had done so.

"Did you learn your lesson yet?" He asked.
"Yes, Sami," she answered.
"Good girl. You may move," he said.

She slowly got up from the bed, stretching her body, pretending to be stiff and hurt after all those hours. Normally he bought her little act but she had made one crucial mistake this evening.

"What is that?" He growled.

She followed his pointing finger to the empty plate on the floor. She knew she was done for. She had forgotten to clean up. He knew she had been out of the room, he knew she had been eating, he knew she had been disobeying him.

"I asked..." His hand wrapped around her throat before slamming her up against the wall and screaming at her. "What the hell is that?"

"They're fighting again," Seth sighed in the livingroom.
"Couples fight. It's perfectly normal," Baron said.
"But they fight a lot," Seth said.
"It's just words. They'll probably make up with some hot sex afterwards," Dean chuckled.

The only man who didn't say anything to their constant fights were Roman. For some strange reason this was always the only times he didn't have anything to say, good or bad, about her. He always kept quiet and just listened to Sami shouting. Everyone wondered why they always fought that much. Either Sami had a short temper or she was just damn good at pissing him off. Probably a combination of both. They only always heard the words. No one actually saw what he did to her in that room and she never screamed.

Around 2 in the morning she made her way as quietly as possible through the house and out in the kitchen. She placed the plate, the stupid piece of porcelain that had been her doom that evening, in the dishwasher. After that she took out a glass from the cabinet on the wall and filled it with water. She sighed as she turned around. She knew he was there. She could feel him. Five out of seven nights he would be there and tonight she really didn't feel like having another go with him.

"Roman, can we just not fight tonight?" She asked as she caught his eyes through the darkness.
"Aw, poor little princess. Did daddy scream at you too much when he came home? Did he put you over his lap and spank you for being bad?" He taunted.

She let out a little snort of the thought of Sami spanking her. If only. At least that sort of pain she would be able to enjoy. No, there was nothing romantic or sexy about the way he put his hands on her.

"Not tonight, Roman," she repeated.
"Oh, come on! This is what we do. I lash you, you lash out, we go to bed angry," he said and crossed his arms.
"Don't you wanna go to bed happy instead?" She asked.
"Kind of hard when you always stomp around the house in the middle of the fucking night. It's impossible to sleep," he said.
"Sorry, I'm a light sleeper," she said.
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said I'm a light sleeper," she repeated.
"No, before that. You actually apologized to me. I didn't think that word was part of your vocabulary," he said mockingly.
"If only you knew," she sighed lowly.

She moved towards him but he didn't move out of the way. He just stood there with his arms crossed, taking up the entire space in the door way, trapping her inside the kitchen. He was trying to intimidate her but she wasn't scared of him. Although he was way bigger than Sami, he never scared her. All bark and no bite. Sami was the other way around. He would bite without barking first.

"Move," she said.
"Say please," he said.
"Just fucking move, idiot," she said.

She tried pushing him out of the way but of course she didn't have the strength to move him one bit.

"Careful, princess, or I might push back," he said warningly.
"Yeah right," she snorted. "Keep barking, little dog."
"What did you just call me?" He asked angrily.
"You heard me," she answered.
"Too scared to say it again?" He challenged.
"Little dog," she stared him straight in the eyes. "Fucking little chihuahua. Always barking and peeing up against the neighbour's fence instead of staying in your own yard."
"If you don't like me trespassing, you can always move," he said.

With those words he finally stepped aside and let her get out of the kitchen. He watched her walk through the darkness and disappear back into Sami's room. He knew Dean was right earlier. She didn't really deserve everything he threw at her. He just couldn't help it. He actually liked their squabbles and he'd keep barking until he drove her insane.