Wicked Dance |18+|

Chapter Two

One week ago, 2:35 A.M

" Welcome to the Mali Motel, enjoy your journey and  remember the customer isn't  always right " this was written on the big billboard at the entrance of the old Motel.

The stranger next me parked his car in total silence, just as the entire ride.
After a few minutes of nothing  i decided that it was time to go.

" So thank you for the ride and for saving me not one but two times tonight." i said shyly.
Then i opened the door but he once again i stopped.

" Before i go... ehm what's your name ?"
" None of your business " he said a little too rough.
" Sorry didn't mean to make you angry, goodnight "
I mean maybe he wasn't having a good day, it happens.
After not taking an answer it reopened the door but he took my arm.
" Wait, I'm Aiden" he said and it took him a while to say his name.
"Oh hey Aiden, i'm Lilith nice to meet you " i tried to be polite. Politeness always helps.

He gave me one of the littlest  smile i've ever seen, but it melted my heart anyway.

" Nice to meet you Lilith " i smiled, it was a real smile .
"Oh  and by the way" he added distracting me from my thoughts
" nice bra, but aren't you a little too old to wear bra with strawberries and pink hearts? " he winked at me .
And then he pulled away.

I looked down at my shirt and my eyes widened.
The shirt had become so see through that he could have seen my soul. Not that there was much to look at but i had never been so embarrassed.
I mentally slapped myself and continued my way to the motel

As i entered the waiting room , a smell of animal steriliser and air freshener invaded my nostrils.

The walls were yellow and the floor had tiles with various designs on them. It was hot, sign that the heating was on and it was hot enough to keep me warm in my t-shirt.

I went to the reception desk where no one was there. So i rang the bell that was above the counter. After a couple of times of doing that someone received me.
It was and old man, maybe in his late 60s or 70s.
He was short, not as short  as me, he had grey hair and a pair of ripped glasses too big for his face.

He gave me a gaze and then started to talk .
" Oh hello sweetie how can i help you ?" Aw he was so nice, i'm not used to man to be that kind.
" Hi Sir, is it possible to book a room for one night ?" "a single room" i added at the end.

" I'm sorry Miss but we only have a double room available "
"Oh... How much would it be ?"
" Miss 30 pound "
I guess he could hear my heart broken. Goodbye quiet sleep.
" Ah thank you anyways, i only have 20 pound with me" I said before quietly living the room.
He stopped me with his voice
" Wait, you seem quite a good girl and you remember me my niece. Listen kid i trust you, you can stay and tomorrow you'll bring me the other 10 pound."
I can't believe it. He was so nice to me, i wanted to hug him but he probably wouldn't return the hug back.
" Oh my God thank you so much Sir, i'll take you the money as soon as possible "
" It's okay and it's late i don't want a sweet girl like you sleeping outside alone. Here's your keys"
" Thank you so much Sir again "
and with that i took my keys and run to my room.

After getting lost a few times i found it :
room 262.
This wasn't a room, it was a suite.
I mean my room at home is 3 times littler than that and i only have a bed and dresser.
Here there's a tv ,a desk ,a giant window and a bathroom, it's like heaven!

After i took a quick shower i tried to dry my clothes with the hairdryer and even though they were still wet i fell asleep between my warm blankets in my new favorite motel .

The only thing that haunted me was that every time i closed my eyes i had two black eyes staring at me.

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11 a.m

This was one of the best sleeps i've had in years.
I wasn't tired in fact i was overjoyed and this doesn't happened that often.
I tried to check my phone to see what time it was but of course my battery died yesterday.
I woke up, cleaned the room and left a thank you note to the owner.

On my way home the little joy i had was fading and the fear was coming back. When i got to the steps of the house i was little hesitant to enter and i tried my best to be as quiet as possible.

But the first two steps up the stairs were enough for me to get caught by my father.
I could see that he was already drunk and it didn't surprise me, he was getting worse and worse.

" Where the fuck have you been all this time ?" He forcefully grabbed my hair so hard that my body spun completely around.

" I'm sorry i lost sense of time and my phone died " i answered trying to hold back the tears and anger at the same time.

" Don't bullshit me " he shouted and added " your just a whore just like your mother " and with that he slapped me, not hard but he slapped me on my face.

" Please dad stop i won't do this again" i said whispering " please "
" Shut the fuck up all you do is lie and then go fuck the first men you see" now he slapped me harder
" please dad stop you hurting me "

" Do i look like i care " and i started crying . Thousand tears came down from my face now pulsating because of the slaps.
And seeing me crying is some way made him even angrier .

" Stop crying you little  bitch or i swear you will regret the nights when i spared your filthy pussy "

These were the last words i heard before passing out from the strong kicks he was throwing at me.

Well this was my father, welcome to my life.

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end chapter two