I opened my eyes and looked at where I was 'Why is my head hurting?'I thought. I didn't recognize anything around me. I got up off the bed that I was in and felt around the walls until I found a light switch. I flipped it on. Now I could see everything around me. I still didn't know where I was. It looked like a hotel or somebody's room. I looked around and found a bathroom. I went in and looked at the mirror.
"Oh Shit, My dad's gonna kill me!"
Maybe I should tell you who I am. My name is Alia Saeed Cameron Cena. That's right, my dad is John Cena. For one, he adopted me when I was 12 and two, he's the best dad ever. I am 18 now and yes that doesn't mean that he wouldn't kill me.
I have really long red-hair, but I dye it jet black. I have a tattoo that my doesn't know about on the back of my neck. Both of my ears have 5 ear-rings in them. I've got my lip pierced and a tattoo on my left arm, My dad does know about that one. I am 5'8, but my dad calls me shorty.
I left the bathroom and found my phone on the floor next to the bed. I went over and picked it up. I dialed my dad's number. It rang 5 times before it went to voice mail.
"Oh, Now you have your phone off." I said as I closed my phone. I looked at the time. 4:17 a.m. 'No wonder he didn't answer.'I thought. I looked at the ground and found my shoes. I put them on and walked out the door.
Outside the room wasn't any better. I still had no clue where I was. I walked down the hall and finally found someone that I knew. I stopped him to ask him some questions. 'And I had better get some answers.'
"Hey!" I yelled cause his back was turned. He was on the phone.
"There you are. Man your dad was going to kill me. I've got to go call him."
"Wait, Randy, where am I?"
"Hold on, you don't know." I shook my head no. "Oh god!" he said with a look of surprise on his face. He just looked at my face since my hair was out of my face now. "Now your dad's really going to kill me." he took my hand and started walking down the hall.
"Answer the damn question!" I stopped in the middle of the hall. I was getting angry.
"Well your at the Hilton Hotel in Vegas."
"How did I get here. The last thing I remember is being at the arena with you and dad."
"All I know is that you wasn't feeling good and Adam was looking after you while me and your dad had a match. When the match was over we went back to the locker room and neither one of you were there. Matt said that he saw both of you in the bar and then he saw you faint. He said that Adam and Dave brought you upstairs. But he didn't know what room you were in." He was still looking at my face.
"Oh, Well do you know where dad is then?"
"Yeah, Here let's go." He put his arm around my shoulders this time. We walked down to my dad's room. Randy had a key so he opened it. We walked in dad was asleep so I went and sat on the couch as Randy went to get my dad up. A few minutes later both of them came out.
"Alia, I've been worried about you." He said as he gave me a hug.
"Dad, I'm fine."
"No, you're not." He let go of me and looked at me up and down.
"I'm ok. I've been better but this is nothing. You taught me to be tough."
"Yeah I know I did, but look at you. I mean your bleeding. And you have bruises all over. What happened to you sweetie."
"That's the problem, I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I remember that I was in the locker room when you and Randy left and Adam came in. We were acting like we normally do. Dave came in and started talking to Adam and then I passed out. That's all I remember and it's bugging me not knowing what else happened."
"We need to go get you to the doctors now."
"No, Dad, I have no clue what's going on but I know that I don't want to go to the stupid doctors so they can tell me that I'm faking it again. You know what happened the last time that I went to the doctors."
"Yeah I do sweetie. But this is the what fourth time that you have blacked-out. I mean we need to see what's wrong."
"John, Maybe it's just stress. You know how this job can be on the strongest person."
"I know Randy, But this is my little girl. I mean she could pass-out while driving or something."
"How about whenever I drive that I'm not alone. How about that dad?"
"Alright, But either me, Randy or one of the other guys will be with you at all times. Ok?"
"That's fine by me but there is one person that is not going to be with me."
"Yeah who's that shorty?"
"Which one?" They both said at the same time.