2. Hotel Arrival
I try not to be mean, but I don't trust anyone really, only my friend Laney. Though, I haven't seen them in a while since my dad had me drop out of school.
Like I said, I try not to be mean, so whenever someone asks me if I'm okay, seeing the scar I got today, that's still bloody, I nod and walk faster.
My phone vibrates. I take it out of my bag and see it is a unknown number.
"Hm" I say, about to answer the phone.
"H-Hello?" I say.
"Hi, Karlee?" I hear a British accent say.
"No, s-sorry this is A/Avalon." I say.
"Oh ok, sorry," He replies. "Well goodbye, love."
I hung up the phone. Was that who I thought it was? Was that, Harry Styles? No, Avalon, your acting crazy. Probably loss of blood from Spencer's knife.
As I put my phone away, I spot a hotel. Looks more like a motel, if you ask me, but apparently it's five stars.
I start to head across the street when I hit my bad ankle on the side street. Crap. Now I have to hop on one foot.
I reach the hotel, opening the door very willingly. It's a lot harder with one foot you know.
I finally open the first one, and try my hardest for the second. I see a blonde haired, ice blue eyed, boy coming towards me.
Please don't take pity on me.
He opens the door and let's out a smile, his white teeth showing.
"T-Thanks." I said to him, as I slightly smiled and headed for the desk.
"One room o-overnight please." I shyly say to the lady at the desk.
"50 dollars." She replied, in a trying-to-be-plain accent. Doesn't really work out for her.
I dig in my purse. I only have 20.
"Uh-" I get cut off my the blonde guy who helped me.
"Here." He smiled and handed me 50 dollars.
"B-but.." I say to him.
"Just take it" he says, heading back to his seat that he was sitting in.
I hand the lady the money and she gives me a key.
"Um, also where are the bathrooms?"
She points to a hallway next to the chairs.
"Go down that hallway, and take a left. The bathrooms will be on your right."
"Thanks" I walk to the bathrooms.
When I reach the bathroom, I take my hoodie down to touch my scar.
I walk into the bathrooms and look at myself. I have scars all over my neck and shoulder.
I quickly use the toilet, wash my hands and face, and quickly dry myself.
I look in the mirror again, and half smile. Then I step out the door and take the left into the hallway.
Who do you think she bumped into? Will the person be mad? What do you think will happen next?
*Author's Note* I see you guys are liking my story! I've had 11 views and I'm very happy! I'll try to update to 3 later in the day! :)