The Samoan (A Roman Reigns Story) (Reupload)

Morning

~December 9, 2014~

"Ugh."

I woke up in the morning hungover from the night before. I didn't even remember half of what happened last night. My head was killing me, my stomach felt like it was going to tear me open from the inside. I fell back down on the bed and ended up hitting something. I looked over to see Jon next to me.

"Ah!"

Jon made an audible groan. "Don't yell."

It took him a minute before he realized what I did, that we stayed in the same room. He sat up quickly before looking at me. "What are you doing in here?"

"How am I supposed to know? I just woke up and was sleeping next to you."

Jon rubbed his eyes. "Nothing happened between us, did it?"

"I really hope not. But then again, I barely remembered what happened last night."

Another voice appeared in the room. "Would you two keep your voices down?"

We looked over the side of bed to see Colby sleeping on the floor.

"Colby? What are you doing here?"

"You two don't remember? We came back and we couldn't find our key cards so we stayed in here and we all fell asleep."

"So nothing else happened?"

He shook his head. "Well, except, for you leaving for like two hours."

"Where did I go?"

"Don't know. You insisted that you go alone."

"Oh."

Jon spoke up. "How do you remember all this?"

"Because I didn't get as drunk as you two."

The boys continued to talk but I thought about last night. I needed to figure out what happened to me last night. Where was I for two hours? I got up and went to my room. My key card was my pocket. I must have been really drunk. I washed up and got dressed before going to the lobby to get some coffee, trying to retrace what happened last night. We had to get back on the road soon but I needed to figure out what happened. I saw Joe walk into the lobby.

"Hey, Joe."

As soon as he saw me, he walked away. What was that about? I followed after him.

"Hey, Joe."

I pulled on his hand to turn him around and they felt unusual. I looked to see bruises and cuts on them.

"What happened to you?"

He sighed and turned towards me. "You don't remember?"

"No. Did I do this to you?"

"No, just forget it. Ok?"

He got out of my grip and went back to his room. What happened last night? I needed to figure it out.

I went back to my room and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Maybe if I wrote down what I did remember, I would remember everything else. I remember going to the bar. I remember getting really drunk. I also remember Joe leaving early. I then vaguely remember coming back to the hotel. Then I apparently left the hotel for two hours. Then I woke up this morning. What happened between the time I left the hotel to this morning? I tapped the pen on the desk and I started to notice that I heard this sound last night. Something jogged my memory. Why did I hear this sound? I remembered that it had something to do with water maybe? A faucet. There was a leaky faucet and the water wouldn't stop dripping. That jogged my memory even more. It was all starting to come back to me. And then I remembered everything. Oh no...