Author's Note: So sorry it took so long! I'm so busy all the time I didn't really have time to write this next chapter, but I did the best I could. I decided to put the arrival and events of what happens with them in Pensacola for the next chapter!

The reflection that was staring back at her was making her sick. It was a face full of lies, guilt and shame. There was a reason she always hid behind dark makeup and long black hair.

Jessimae had found herself doing this a lot lately. Just staring at herself and not realizing how much time was passing by. What was looking back at her disgusted her. She was always the nobody in school that the girls hated and the boys teased.

Roman Reigns, shockingly, fell in love with her and gave her the opportunity to be somebody. It was going well for a while until Jon walked into her life. Never had she thought that she'd be in this predicament. The one time she had a chance to be something she so badly wanted to be, she fucked up. She felt like a whore and just wanted to be with her mother.

Suicide washed through her more than her showers. Deep down, she felt it needed to be done. It had sunk in that she was nothing more than a waste. However, she could never leave Adeline. Adeline was her best friend in the whole world and never gave up on her. Therefore Jessimae wasn't about to give up on her. Especially while pregnant.

Once again, she was left in the bathroom sliding a razor over the clean parts of her wrists. Which wasn't much because she was full of scars from the past five years. The blood dropped to the sink and slowly drizzled into the drain as she began to sob. This is not how she wanted to live the rest of her life, but she couldn't think of any way out.

"You're doing it wrong." A voice said behind her making her shoot her head up like a bullet to see who this person was in the mirror. "If you're trying to kill yourself, do it vertically. They can't stitch that up." He smirked. "Tate...What are you doing here!?" She freaked, spinning around to see him, but there was no one there. She knows for a fact that she saw him in that mirror! The oddest part was that she was at home. She had never seen Tate leave his house. How he got his household appliances was beyond her, but Tate was so mysterious that she didn't think much of it. Also, she never told him where she lived, which was incredibly odd.

"Who's Tate?" Adeline chuckled, grabbing some clothes out of her sister's room, but noticed Jessimae calling someone. "…My friend. I just saw him here, but...he's gone." Adeline raised her eyebrow at her. She really thought Jessimae was going nuts because no one was here. "Jess…no one's here. I promise you that." Adeline continued to laugh at her sister as she left the room. Jessimae leaned against the sink and ran her fingers through her hair. *I know what I saw.* she whispered to herself.

Nearly a split second later, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Jessimae didn't feel like conversing with people right now, especially since Adeline kept getting on her case about telling Roman about Jon.

She opened the door and saw was surprised to see Roman standing there. His face looked exhausted and clothes were wrinkly. The bags under his eyes made it obvious that he was definitely sleep deprived. She can finally admit to herself that she was an addict, and she couldn't blame him for being this way. He loved her, and he felt that her problems were his problems, and right now, she was ruining him.

"Hey." She finally whispered. Roman kept his eyes locked on hers as he stepped into the house and pulled her in for a tight hug. Jessimae was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he had caught her doing coke, that she did it at his own house, and that he was losing sleep because of her dumb actions. She could never do something that wasn't fucking up Roman's life, and that's why she knew she needed to grow some balls and tell him.

"Pack some stuff. You're coming with me." He blurted, looking down at the sad girl. Jessimae was very confused. *Coming with me?* "…What do you mean?" She whispered. "I'm taking you on a road trip with me. We need to get out of this town." He practically demanded to her. Jessimae knew Roman. She knew his facial expressions and his voice tones better than anyone, and she knew he had something in mind.

She sat on the bed as she watched Roman pack her bag. There wasn't much needed beings they weren't staying long. Just a couple nights. It was so cute watching him pack for her. She had to admit that. The way he gently folded her clothes, and how organized he was with them, he'd be the perfect husband.

"So where are we going?" She asked, not liking surprises. "To my favorite place on the whole world: Pensacola Florida." He smirked over at her. Jessimae got wide eyed. "Roman...that's like over a thousand miles away!" Roman nodded his head. "Exactly! Now put your shoes on cause we're leaving now. I told Adeline and she doesn't care." He demanded. "Are you out of your…" he cut her off by putting his large finger to her lips. "Hush…I'm kidnapping you! Deal with it!"

...

The drive was awkward. Even if Jessimae hadn't done anything wrong she'd still feel awkward. She's just the shy type no matter who she's around.

"I still feel really bad ya know." he finally spoke up, while trying to read the small street signs. "About what?" She asked, confused. He reached over and laced his fingers with hers. "That night at the party...you know I would never put my hands on you right?" He mumbled, almost getting choked up as he replayed her terrified face that night. "I know Roman. It was just...my natural instinct when you threw your hands up. I just lived my life always knowing what came after that." She replied, a single tear streaming down her cheek.

At that moment, she felt Roman's grip get tighter around her little fingers. He felt terrible and just wanted to stop the car in the middle of the highway to hug her.

As hours went by, he glanced over once in a while and couldn't help but smile as he watched her sleep. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He kept remembering last year how many times he wanted to talk to her, but she just seemed to uninterested in everything so he left her alone. However, this year was his graduation year and he wasn't about to leave high school without getting the girl. Now thinking about having her and seeing her in the audience during his graduation, and also, possibly having her go to Georgia with him would make his life.

He loved watching her eyelids flutter, her lips slightly twitch and her little baby snores that escaped her nose. She was so adorable that he just wanted to squeeze her and kiss her face all over. Though, he did love Jessimae to death, he also loved a girl that was confident with her looks and thought maybe he could convince her to drop a small amount of the black eye makeup.

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"Where are we?" She stirred awake. "Well now we're at a gas station in North Carolina." He smiled, putting the car in park. "This is so far." She complained. Roman rolls his eyes and pulled her little blanket off. "Oh boo hoo! Go to the bathroom cause I'm not stopping for a while." Jessimae scoffed and opened the door. She was always cranky after she woke up and Roman disliked her attitude. They were just peas and carrots.

Roman walked over to the drink aisle as Jessimae b-lined it for the restroom. She had to pee so bad that she almost knocked over an old lady to get to the door which made Roman laugh out loud. He loved the hidden jokester side that rarely came out of her.

"I'd get the diet." A small voice spoke up behind Roman as he was searching for a soda in the store. He turned around and saw a cute, short girl about his age that looked to be of Puerto Rican descent. He never went for other girls while in a relationship, but he had to admit that she was majorly cute. "What's that?" He asked, feeling guilty for looking at her up and down. "Well, by the looks of those muscles, you should stick to those diet sodas." She seductively smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks." He chuckled, feeling slightly awkward, but blushing at the same time. "Oh, it was." The girl replied, slowly walking over to him.

Jessimae walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw this cute girl talking to her man. What bothered her even more was the flirty face that Roman had on, and the girl looking him up and down while biting her bottom lip. Only Jessimae was allowed to do that while talking to Roman. She was not going to watch this go down any longer.

"Hey baby. You ready?" Jessimae fake smiled, not taking her eyes off the girls and grabbing Roman's arm. The look on the girl's face was a tad disappointed. Roman looked down at Jessimae and felt a little awkward. Not that he had a thing going with this other girl, but judging by his girlfriend's tone and sarcastic face, she didn't seem happy at all.

"Yeah, I'm ready." He replied. "…Oh...well um...See you around." The girl mumbled, waving a Roman goodbye. "No you won't." Jessimae glared at her, getting even more pissed off at that statement. With that, the intimidated girl walked off in a sulk. Jessimae held onto Roman as if he was her dog or something.

"What's up with you?" He shot, walking away to pay for his drink. "Me!? What's up with you flirting with some whore right in front of me!?" She shouted, drawing attention from the other customers. "Shhh! don't do this here!" He snapped when she started raising her voice. "Well what happens when I don't!? Then another whore can prance along and assume you're single!?" Roman honestly thought her multiple amounts of cocaine doses were making her lose her mind. She was so 'off' lately. Even though he wanted nothing more for his girl to break out of her insecure shell, he just wished that she was a tad more tamed sometimes.

Without saying another word to her, he picked up his items off the counter and made his way back to the car with his angry girlfriend following him. He was praying that this encounter wouldn't ruin what he had planned when they hit Pensacola.

It had taken at least another two hours before the two started talking again. Of course, the little things they were doing were really annoying each other. For example, Jessimae's screamo music that she kept blasting made Roman want to run them into a pole.

"What the hell is this shit?" he angrily asked, turning the radio down. "The Insane Clown Posse." She shot, turning it back up only to have him immediately turn it down. "This is fucking obnoxious. Put like…Backstreet Boys on or whatever girls listen to." He slightly chuckled. Jessimae slowly turned her head to his direction and busted up laughing. Roman couldn't help but laugh as well at her reaction to his dumb statement.

"You still live in the 90's or something?!" she laughed, changing the song to something calmer. "I don't know what girls listen to!" he continued to laugh. "Jesus Christ, you could've said Justin Bieber at least." She wiped her tear away from laughing so hard. Neither of them understood why it was so funny, but it just was to them and they enjoyed the moment.

After they both calmed down and were in a better mood, Roman grabbed her hand and squeezed it lovingly. "Baby, you know I don't want anyone else right? You're the only thing I want and wouldn't give you up for anyone." He stated, taking a glance over to her now and again. Jessimae did well at fighting back the tears and smiled at the beautiful boy next to her. "Thank you. I love you Roman." She mumbled, leaning over and laying her head on this shoulder.

Now Roman was happy that they weren't all heated during this ride anymore. This was the perfect mood for what he had in store when they arrived in his gorgeous hometown.