Sasha & Roman 🥀

Chapter 12

               Roman (POV)
      The next morning
                                9:00 am

I woke up to a stuffy nose. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

It was gloomy outside. It looked like it was about to rain.

I didn't even know what day it was.

I yawned and turned to my right.

There she was, Sasha.

She was sleeping. She looked so beautiful.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I tried not to wake her up.

I'm glad Sasha was still here. I thought she would've sneaked out before I could even open my eyes.

The memories of last night started to flood my mind.

I looked in the mirror and I couldn't even recognize myself.

After I brushed my teeth and took a shower, I went back to the bed and waited for Sasha to wake up.

Sasha (POV)

My eyes opened to a thunderstorm. There was hardly sunlight in the room.

I wanted to go back to sleep but as I rolled over.. I hit someone.

"You okay?" Roman smiled.

"Oh sorry." I said in a tired voice.

"No worries, it's okay." He replied.

"About last night.." Roman then went on..

"Look forget it, that was yesterday. Today's a new day." I said quietly.

I acted like last night didn't bother me but it did.

Roman sighed. "I shouldn't have done what I did."

I ignored him. I then turned the other way and went back to sleep.

Roman (POV)

We don't check out of the hotel until noon, so I figured I'd go find a gym.

I decided to text Ambrose.

Me (9:30 am): Hey man. Wake up let's hang.

Dean (9:32 am): Dude look outside. I'm not going out in that crazy ass weather.

Me (9:33 am): C'mon, we needa talk. I did some crazy shit last night.

Dean (9:34 am): Well you're in fucking Vegas lol. Crazy shit is bound to happen.

Me (9:36 am): I got into a fight with some dumbass.

Dean (9:37 am): Holy shit. You alright?

Me (9:38 am): I'm okay. Sasha was there too. I'll see you in a few, alright?

Dean (9:38 am): Alright.

I grabbed my wallet, grabbed the car keys and left the hotel.

As I'm heading to the parking lot, I open my wallet and glance at my wedding ring.

I also had a picture of my children. I began to overthink.

I don't want to disappointment them. I might not be the best husband, but I want to be the best father to my kids.

"Oh shit." I said to myself as I looked at the rental car.

I forgot the car still had the broken window from last night.

As I looked around, I saw so many eyes on me.

"Sir is everything okay?" The manger of the hotel said.

"Uh... yeah." I replied awkwardly.

"What happened?" The manager asked.

"Drunk night." I laughed.

"I've had plenty of those." The manager laughed.

"Well hopefully the damages aren't pricey to repair. Be safe." The manager said as he walked off.

"Thanks." I said. I then got in the car and drove to meet up with Dean.

15 minutes later

I saw Ambrose's eyes widen as I drove towards him.

"What the fuck happened to the back window." He said as he walked towards it.

"Shitty teenagers looking for trouble." I replied.

"You good?" Dean asked. "You don't look so well"

"I don't know man. I'm always fucking shit up." I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"Look I got your back if anything." Dean said.

"I lost my temper man." I said. "Some asshole was hitting on her while we went out last night and he pissed me off to the point where I had no choice but to beat the shit out of him."

Dean looked at me and nodded.

"Sounds like something I would do." He smiled.

I laughed. "I blame you."

"I mean it couldn't have been that bad. It's not like you left him unconscious or anything." Dean said.

"Uh.. about that..." I said awkwardly.

"Oh man.." Dean said. "Shit."

"I knocked him out. I kept going. I was so angry. I don't even know if he was breathing. And she saw all of it Dean."

"Look this is our last night in Vegas, just stay low until our live event tonight. Okay?" Dean said.

I nodded.

We then went to the gym.

                           2 hours later

I came back to the hotel with flowers, food, coffee and Advil.

I didn't want to come back empty handed.

When I knocked the door, I realized I was walking into an empty room.

Sasha wasn't here. Her bags were gone.

My heart sank.

I didn't bother to call her because I knew it would go straight to voicemail.

I packed my bags and drove to the arena.