So…. I'm sorry…. I updated my Daryl story a lot and got to a decent stopping point so I could start working on this one a little more… I love you all please continue to review and favorite and thank you to those who have! Please enjoy.
My eyes slowly opened, my brain wanted to work but I could literally feel nothing connecting like it should. People call it fuzzy. Why the hell is it so dark? Maybe I'm dreaming. That's right I'm dreaming. It was so dark I couldn't even see my hand or my legs. Ah my legs I want to stretch them out. I tried to move my legs but something stopped them. What the hell? I tried again and felt around trying to see if I could feel anything. I was in a box, I was dreaming about being buried alive.
"What in the name of Christ?" I said aloud. My voice was really clear, too clear. I started hitting myself, there was no way…. This wasn't a dream.
"Hail?" I heard Phil say.
"Phil? Phil? Where are you? What the fuck is going on?" I asked panicked.
"Calm down Hail. Where are you?" he asked.
"I don't know I can't see shit!" I responded as I started to try to move again. Seconds later the side of me brightened as I fell to the ground. I blinked multiple times as my eyes adjusted to the light. Phil helped me up to my feet. "What the fuck?" I said as I looked back at where I had been…. It looked like a closet of some kind in the corner of some room. I looked up at Phil in confusion, he looked like shit; I looked over to Alan who was now donning a shaved head. "You're bald." Before anyone could say anything I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach start to rise. I turned back into the closet I had fallen out of and threw up. Phil was standing behind me as he held my hair behind my head as I continued to empty my stomach contents. When I was done I stood up and wiped my mouth off and stared daggers at Alan.
"Alan, what the fuck did you do?" I asked as a groan could be heard nearby. I looked up at Phil with a worried look on my face. He put his arm around me as we walked towards the groaning.
"Where the hell are we?" Phil asked as we walked into a bathroom. Stu was curled into a ball in the tub making the groaning that we had heard. "Stu, come on, get up. We got a situation." Phil said as he clapped his hands together. As Stu sat up fully we could see a tattoo on the side of his face, much like the tattoo Mike Tyson had on his. Phil and I gasped and stepped back and stared at Stu. "Oh, holy shit."
"Where are we?" Stu asked. None of us could say anything as we stared at the tattooed Stu, he turned to Alan. "Oh my God, Alan. Your head."
"That's the least of our problems." I said gawking now as Stu put on his glasses.
"No, your head." Alan said. I felt the familiar feeling and turned around finding a toilet and threw up again. When I was done I sat on the ground as Phil and Alan turned their attention back to Stu.
"He's bald." Stu said looking at Alan.
"Stu, you're gonna freak out, but it's gonna be okay." Phil said.
"I know some great people." I said as I involuntarily felt my back where my tattoo was. A month after we came home from Vegas I was about to get it removed but then decided against it. The trip may have been bad but I couldn't part with the tattoo, it was pretty awesome looking. Ironically a week later I found out I was pregnant.
"Why? What's-? Is it my teeth?" Stu asked showing us his teeth and feeling around for them.
"No you have all your teeth, at least that I know of." I said as I wiped off the layer of sweat from my forehead. It was hotter than hell and the humidity only made it worse.
"Are you sure?" Stu asked.
"Yup." Phil asked unable to say anything more as he helped me up yet again. Stu got out of the tub and walked across the room and looked into the mirror.
"Did you check the bottoms?" Stu said as he showed his teeth to Phil and I.
"Yup." Phil said again as Stu walked up to the mirror.
"Oh my god. What the fuck? Ow!"" Stu said as he touched the tattoo than tried to scrub it off.
"That's good buddy. Why don't you just try to wash it off." Phil said starting to laugh, I couldn't help but start to snicker with him.
"It's not coming off." Stu complained. "This is a real tattoo!" He turned to Alan with rage in his eyes. "Alan, what did you do? Did you roofie me?"
"I didn't do anything." Alan said looking like a small child.
"Stu, he swore to God." Phil said.
"What happened?" Stu said as we all stood in the bathroom asking ourselves the same question. There was an odd screeching sound and before anyone could try to find the source a monkey jumped out of nowhere and onto Stu still screeching. We all screamed and backed away from Stu. Phil grabbed me and put me behind him as we danced around Stu screaming trying to assess the situation. The monkey jumped from Stu to the shower curtain pole.
"Did you see that jump?" Alan asked like a kid would at the zoo.
"Oh, what the hell?" Stu said as Phil stood in front of me with his hands out in front of Stu and Alan.
"Oh, it's a monkey." Alan said as he walked closer to where the monkey was. "Look at the cute little vest. Hi, little monkey." Alan reached out to touch the monkey.
"No, Alan, no." We all said as he reached closer and closer, the monkey slapped his hand away.
"Butthole." Alan said as he walked back over to us.
Ring, ring, ring.
"Phone." Phil said as we all looked around to find the phone.
"Hi Monkey." Alan said again as he walked over to it.
"Look, Alan, Alan, go find the phone." Phil said as Alan and I walked back into the other room to find the phone. The place was a dump to say the least. It was a small apartment that was dirty, dingy and not taken care of in the slightest.
"Got it." Phil said as he was the other room. I walked into the other room as Phil continued to talk on the phone. "Doug, Doug, where are you? Oh, Jesus. Thank god. Doug's fine." Phil said at the expression on my face by how he started off the conversation. "Stu, Doug's fine! He's at the resort."
"Why aren't we are the resort?" Stu said.
"Good question." I said to Stu as he stood in the adjoining room.
"I don't know man. We woke up in some shithole room in some city. I don't know Doug. Fucking Asia Town." Phil said into the phone giving me a look above his sunglasses.
How did this happen again? We were more responsible than this, we had children now. Oh god, my babies.
"Where are we?" Stu said as he disappeared from my line of vision in the other room. Alan went into the other room leaving me alone with Phil on the phone.
"I don't know I told you. I have no fucking idea. We don't remember anything." Phil looked up to me. "Do you remember anything?" I shook my head as we stood there in the shitty room. I tried not to think of anything but Vegas crept into my mind and all the shit we did. I wanted to vomit again.
"I don't get it man. I mean, we each had one beer last night, right? I mean you too. I just told you we don't remember shit." Phil walked around the room around me as I stood staring at the wall.
"Teddy? What? What are you talking about?" I glanced over to Phil at the mention of the young man. He was looking at something in his hand.
"Teddy went to Stanford, right? Fuck." Phil said as he shoved me out of the way and sat down on the bed. I looked over to what had spooked my husband and stared at what he had dropped in confusion and denial. "I just found his finger." Phil said into the phone. Like clockwork the bile came back up my throat as I ran to the bathroom and threw up again.
"Ugh." Escaped my lips as I wanted to put my head on the toilet seat, but it was so dirty. I knew that was the last of the contents of my stomach, there was nothing else. My stomach and throat burned from the stomach acid, my eyes were dry and achy. How could this have happened again? I asked myself yet again.
"Baby, you okay?" Phil asked as his legs appeared next to me.
"No, Phil. I'm not okay." I said looking up at him. "What happened to Teddy? Where is he?" Phil knelt down to my level and ran his hand though my ratty hair.
"I don't know. But were gonna find out, we'll find him, and find out everything that happened last night and we'll watch Stu get married, go home and be with the kids like none of this happened." Phil assured me. He brought his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in.
"Why does this keep happening? I just want a normal vacation with you." I said into his shoulder. I could feel him chuckle as he patted my head and froze suddenly.
"Hailey, I don't want you to panic." Phil said as he pushed me away from him and looked at my face.
"What is it now?" I said as I felt to where his hand was on my hair. I froze as my hand touched the back of my head. My eyes widened as I stared at Phil in front of me with a hand over his mouth. My hair had been cut to a ridiculously short length. "How did you not notice this before?!" I yelled at Phil and got up to look in the mirror.
"I must have missed it while I was holding your hair back." He said as he stood behind me. "Guess you're getting a new look." I glared at him in the mirror. "Walk away." I said sternly. He tried not to chuckle as he walked away into the room where Alan and Stu were. I looked around and found a pair of scissors. I felt the length and started to cut towards my face. It was a little longer than chin length, but considering my hair rested between my shoulder blades it was still a shock. It only took minutes to cut away years of growth. Honestly I was surprised this hadn't happened in Vegas. I looked at my reflection and nodded my head. "Still cute."