Sanitorium (Roman Reigns Story)

Chapter 21: Trust Issues

I wake up a little off. I don't know if it's because I have finally realized how doomed we all are in this prison, or maybe it is because Roman led me on and left me hanging. Either way, I'm a little off.

I shower and slide on my jumpsuit. My jumpsuit that is bright white, cleaned and pressed to perfection. I open my drawers and take out my 'Leader' gloves. These gloves are such a problem. People reject authority, especially since the authority that we have over them just happened out of nowhere and no one knows how or why.

I slide my gloves on my fingers and stretch out my hand. They are coming in handy with all of this combat training that I have to go through lately. I tie my shoelaces and pull out my table to order some breakfast. I order pancakes and sausage. My guard brings it in and sets it on top of the table.

"Thanks." I say.

"You got more training after breakfast." He reminds me.

He shuts the door behind him and I begin eating. I wonder when we will be able to talk to Ivy. We seriously need to develop more of a game plan. This whole 'wait and watch and obey' plan isnt solid. I mean, yeah we're not gonna act out again. Not while they think that we're finally on their side, but I need to know that all of this is leading to something.

My door opens slowly and I ignore it. I continue eating, looking down at my food, when the bed sinks in front of me. I dont take my eyes off of my food as a plate is slid next to mine.

"Good morning." Roman says to me, probably waiting for me to look at him.

I continue eating, as if I hadn't heard anything, as if I'm still in here by myself. He sighs and takes a bite out of his french toast.

"You should know why I didn't want to do that with you." He says, maybe explaining.

I bite one of my sausages. "Right. You do things to me all of the time for no reason, but somehow I should know, should understand why you go from being a decent person to an asshole in 3.5 seconds. Look, if you're bipolar that's fine. I just need a heads up." I say.

"Dont let the luxury fool you Angel. We're prisoners just like everyone else. We're being watched just like everyone else. I cant help the way I feel about you, but I dont want them trying to pin us against each other all of the time. We need to keep it professional." He explains.

I laugh sarcastically. "Professional? See that's the problem Roman. You make all of the rules. One day you decide that you like me, the next you dont, the next you do and the next you say we cant be together. If you don't want to make up your mind then I will. We don't have to 'keep it professional' because I just don't like you like that anymore. Okay? Done." I say, finishing my breakfast.

"I know you're just saying that because you're upset.. but okay." He says.

"Please leave my room." i say, throwing my plate away.

He leaves my room and goes in his so that he can change. When I hear his door shut I take a deep breath. I pick up my bedside lamp and toss it at the wall, it shatters the bulb and contorts the vase. I take a few deep breaths and put my hair in a bun. My guard opens the door and looks at the mess I've made.

"Was the food that bad?" He asks.

I shake my head and walk past him, through the door. Roman and his bodyguards follow behind us and we enter the Training Room where we have yet another day of combat training.

We train for a few hours and they let us go to do our testing. We walk into the room with Ivy and she smiles at both of us.

"Mornin guys. How'd you sleep?" She asks.