"Oh fuck," she mumbled as she woke up.
Her head was hurting, her body was heavy and she had no clue what was going on. She opened her eyes and looked around. She had no idea where she was. She sat up and looked at the open door that was leading into a bathroom. She suddenly felt the urge to throw up and stumbled out there, dropped to her knees in front of the toilet bowl and threw up.
She got to her feet again and walked out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. She was standing in the hallway, listening. No sounds were coming. She had no idea who was in this place with her. She reached for the back pocket and took out the switchblade she always kept near. She folded out the blade and held the knife tight in her hand as she made her way down the hallway and down the stairs at the end.
She looked inside the giant livingroom. She knew this room. Her mind was working fast until she remembered a photoshoot of The Shield standing in their livingroom. This must be the famous mansion of theirs she had heard about. Everyone said it was big. She could see they hadn't been lying. She relaxed a bit, folded the knife and put it back in her pocket. No need to scare them once they would come face to face. Besides, she really didn't feel like answering any questions about why she would have a knife in the first place. Better keep up this boring persona that everyone had judged her to be.
She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. She went through the cabinets until she finally found a bottle of aspirins. She took two and swallowed them with some of the water. She went back to the livingroom, put the bottle of water on the table and laid down on the couch. She was still lying there when she heard their voices raise from upstairs.
"Where is she?" Roman asked.
"She probably went home if we're lucky," Seth answered.
"Shut up for once," Roman said.
"Maybe downstairs," Dean said.
She heard feet running down the stairs and stopping.
"Amber?" Roman called out.
She reached her hand up in the air so he could see it since the back of the couch was turned in his direction.
"Thank god," he said and walked to her. "How are you feeling?"
She heard Dean and Seth come down the stairs as well and soon their faces were looking at her too.
"Like shit. What happened?" She asked.
"You were drugged. What do you remember?" Roman asked.
"Drugged? Ehm... I remember talking to you and then to an annoying man named Thomas," she answered.
"He drugged you and tried taking you with him. We stopped him outside and brought you here," Roman said.
"Really? You did that for me? Thank you," she said.
"Don't mension it," Roman said.
"Please tell me you punished him," she said and smiled a little.
"He ran too fast," Dean said and gave her an apologizing look.
"Did you get the other one?" She asked.
"What other one?" Seth asked.
"Thomas didn't drug me. He was in front of me the whole time and I had my hand on the glass the whole time. Trust me, I'm aware of these types of situations. If anyone drugged me, it would have been someone doing it from behind my back while Thomas was distracting me," she said.
Roman, Seth and Dean exchanged looks.
"No one was there. He was the only one outside with you," Roman said.
"So the other one was smart and stayed inside," she said.
"Maybe we should get you back to bed," Roman said.
She sat up.
"I'm fine," she said.
"No, you're not," Roman said.
She got to her feet.
"I said I'm fine. I just wanna go home," she said.
"Good," Seth said.
Roman threw a harsh look in Seth's direction. She took a couple of steps but her entire body was aching. Roman grabbed her arm and helped her towards the stairs.
"Maybe just a small nap then," she said.
He helped her up to the room and down on the bed again.
"You're staying here for a couple of days and that's the end of that discussion," he said.
"We'll see about that," she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep again.
Roman walked back downstairs to Seth and Dean.
"Seth, could you at least just try to be nice every once in a while?" He asked.
"Why?" Seth asked back.
"She doesn't deserve the way you're treating her," Roman said.
"I have a theory. Seth is just mad because he knows there's no way in hell he will ever get a chance at fucking her," Dean said.
"Oh, shut up!" Seth said loudly.
"Well, think about it. How many backstage workers haven't you already been through, not to talk about some of the new talents on NXT as well?" Dean said.
"I think you're right, Dean," Roman chuckled. "Is that the problem? She doesn't wanna get it on with you?"
They were ganging up on him, mocking him.
"If I wanted to, I could easy get my hands on her," Seth said.
"Really? Sounds like you just accepted a challenge," Dean said and crossed his arms, sending Seth a playful look.
"Alright alright, enough with the fun. Let's just accept that her and Seth will never be best friends, and you Seth just try to be some what friendly towards her," Roman said.
They walked to the kitchen to get breakfast.
"Do you think she's right? That there was someone else there?" Dean asked.
"No. I think her mind is playing tricks on her right now," Roman answered.
"But she seemed dead sure about it. And what was it about her saying she was aware of those types of situations? Think she's tried it before?" Dean asked while looking concerned.
"I hope not," Roman answered.