As I turn open the first page they have a picture of my Mom from back home when we were in Virginia. I stare at the photo. It's gotta be a few years old since her hair is red in the photo. That's the year when we decided to dye our hair the same color. I smile, placing myself back to that place and time. The second page has all stats about my Mom: where she grew up, education, employment, aptitude tests, the whole nine. I flip the page and see a wedding photo of my parents. I miss this. I miss Dad. There is an arrow drawn on the page in marker pointing to my Dad in the photo. Underneath the arrow it says in all caps:
FIND HIM
A shiver goes down my spine when I realize that I was not the only person that they were looking for. My Mom was definitely collateral damage, but they wanted to find my Dad. Am I collateral damage? Did they seek me out after Dad died?
I jump when I hear the door close to the bathroom and I turn the lights off quickly. I do not want Roman barging in here trying to see what I'm doing. I close my Mom's file and I sit in the dark, shining a flashlight on my file. I look over it briefly, knowing what is inside of it. In the front, there is a picture of me when I was five. I get a eerie feeling and close it quickly, tucking it underneath my pillow. Before I lay back down, I pull it back out and look at the first page. It has my parents' names.
Layla Roberts (separate file)
Matthew Roberts (separate file)
They have a file on Dad! I tuck my file back underneath my pillow. I have to find his file. They must know what happened to him.
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I wake up to knocking on my door and I rub my eyes. I must have been really tired, Im never this groggy. I sit up a little.
"Breakfast." My guard says from behind my bedroom door.
I shake the sleep off and go into my closet to grab the table so I can order my breakfast. When it comes, I eat, my mind so occupied with the fact that they have a file on my Dad. I wonder why his file wasnt with ours? Maybe they put it somewhere else after he died. Maybe it was with ours and I just wasnt paying attention. Either way, I have to get my hands on his file. I eat my last strip of bacon and throw my plate away.
I hear Roman showering and I think about everything that has been happening since I met him. Could he be the reason why all of this is happening to me? I had those episodes where I would forget something that happened after I met him, before I met Claire. I hate to think that someone I have to trust is actually the one behind all of my suffering, but how? I doubt he is calling the shots when it comes to the Twins, but I just have this feeling...
Roman is done showering, so I go behind him and take a long shower. I'm still mostly spooked about what happened last night. Sneaking around the building, Aaron killing that guard, all of the files. I just dont know what to think about all of this. Im sure Ivy and Aaron have a better idea of all of this. Im gonna wait until I see them to jump to any conclusions.
I finish my shower and put on my white jumpsuit and boots. I slide on my "LEADER" gloves and put my hair in a ponytail. I pick up my file from underneath my pillow and go out of my room, locking my door. My guard is leaning on the wall, waiting for Roman to come out so they can escort us to the Simulation Room. Roman finally comes out and we walk to the Simulation Room where Ivy and Aaron are standing inside looking over the blueprint again. Roman shuts the door behind us.
"So, show of hands, who read their files last night?" Ivy asks.
Roman, myself, and Aaron raises our hands. She nods.
"They've done a number on all of us. They've been profiling us, following us, rating us. There are ratings in the back." She picks up hers and opens it up.
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Sanitorium (Roman Reigns Story)
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