Traveling miles I had finally reached COSTA RICA; as the closest hotel was only a mile away. I opened the note,.
[MEXICO: COSTA RICA : Urban Hola hotel: Room 59]
I smiled, all the information I needed, I had sworned Dylan said appartment, but the information was here as I had followed up on directions. I grabbed my GPS plugging in the area code. Pulling up to the closest mailbox I put the envelop and note in the mailbox sending it to the police in both Texas; where Kelsey and I live and sent it to the closest Mexico police station.
I looked up at all the hotels, lined up in a row, I entered the 'Urban Hola Hotel' looking up to see tall shandalier, hanging from the ceiling, and an elegant stair case leading up to the highest floor. Everything looked White and black barley any colors as even the uniforms were black. I walked up to the reciptionist asking, where she looked about my age, with a different version of a uniform, the uniform hugging every part of her body, I rolled my eyes, as she looked up at me batting her eyelashes.
"Room 59"
"Its taken, may I offer something better?"
She winked at me, playing it off as if I didn't notice her flirting, I shook my head.
"any availible rooms on that floor?"
"Room 59 is a private pent house, verry expensive, and cut off from the others, like an appartment."
I nodded in understanding.
"how much is room 58?"
She laughed.
"Room 58 is right bellow 59 cost is 1,000 Nuevo Peso."
"$1,000!!"
She nodded.
"it is like an appartment, sir, you got what I want?"
I sighed, I clearly had not thought this through. I didn't even change my money's currency.
"I'll go somewhere else."
"like where."
"I don't know but I'm out of here,"
I slapped the counter turning around. I looked up at the stair case, sneaking behind a bell hop, I made my way up, the classy stairs. Maids passed me by winking. I just nodded in their direction.
I needed to save Kelsey, she was the major and most important person in my life. I lost her once to my own stupidity; I was not going to loose her agian.
I looked down at the reciptionist as she was talking to the local police officiers. I hurried up the stairs, reaching room '59'. She was here. I knocked, awaiting to punch someone in the face. The door opened.
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The scars mended
RomanceI was so stupid to believe anyone really cared. My father left us, his own family behind to start a new one. My long time best friend abandoned me in my time of need. He was my everything, my first kiss to child hood love, gone. The school hated me...
