Riley

Chapter 17

Riley's POV

We run for about five minutes. We head into the woods and I stop to catch my breath. I've left my phone, and we need to get to a car. There are no signs of anyone following us. I wish I would have caught a face of who it was, or seen the kind of car that they drive.

"Riley, are you okay?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine. We need to get to a car." I breathe out trying to catch my breath. "Can you drive?" I ask staring at him.

"Yes I can drive!" He yells. " Can you get us a car?!" He snaps at me. I roll my eyes at him. "I probably can hot wire one." He adds

"You've done it before?" I ask.

I stand up straight, having fought my breath, and start waking towards the street and out of the woodsy area.

"I don't know, I had no recollection of skilled fighting but I beat you." He says in a snarky tone. I turn and glare at him.

He grins.

I keep waking, I hear him following me.

Though I don't know what time it is, I'm pretty sure that it's still morning. We ran but I wasn't paying attention to were. I've gotten us lost. We walk a bit longer and I see cement. A car speeds by and Peter grabs my shoulder and pulls me back just in time from being hit.

"Thanks." I mumble.

"No problem."

I purposely stand in the center of the street now and wait for a car to come. I see a red truck coming up. I wave my arms in the air and it slows to a stop. I move around to the side of the truck and see its a two door pick up truck. A big burly man with a long white beard and a cigarette smirks at me.

"You lost?" He says in a heavy southern accent and with bad breath.

"Yes me and my brother here." I motions to Peter and see him roll his eyes and scowl.

"We've gotten lost we need a lift to the nearest hotel." I smile my sweetest smile at him batting my lashes.

"Well darlin', this doesn't quite add up. He's white and your black. How is that your brother?" He asks.

I grind my teeth against each other.
"We're adopted sir." I say as calmly as I can.

He grunts and grins.

He draws in a puff from the cigarette and exhales practically blowing smoke right in my face. I cough and he smiles, revealing very yellow teeth.

"Well sure thing doll, get in." He leans and over to the other door to open it.

What a fucking gentleman.

I walk to the passenger side and climb in and sit in the middle and Peter sits on the end. He slams the door shut and it rattles the whole truck.

"Tell you so called brother not to slam doors." He grunts.

I settle the duffle bag on my lap. The truck lurches forward.

"You said nearest hotel?"

"Yes."

"The closest hotel is a bit of a cost." He places a hand on my duffle bag and uses the other hand to drive. "You can come stay at my place is you want."

His hand slides down the duffle bag and rests on my thigh. Peter tenses beside me. I look at him and in a very slow, almost not moving at all, motion to shake my head no. His hand travels up the side of my thigh more almost reaching the hem of my shorts. And my shorts are very short.

"Where exactly is the hotel?" I ask sweetly.

He takes a puff of his cigarette and smiles at me. "I think you should just come to my place."

His hand reaches hem of my shorts and stars to move towards the inside of my thigh.

"But it's just around this bend and then to the left. It has a bunch of flashin' lights in front of it." He lets out a mangled cough and tosses his cigarette out the window.

He gives my thigh a squeeze and tried to travel closer up my leg. I punch him in the throat and the truck swerves as he coughs. I grab his head between my hands and snap his neck and let his head fall to the side. I grab the wheel just before the truck goes off into the woods. The dead weight of his body presses down on the gas.

We quickly reach 65 and he truck starts to rattle. I lean open the driver side door and push his dead body out the moving truck. I calmly slide over and take over the wheel.

"Okay. Now, around this bend and to he left." I cruise around the bend and let the truck glide.

Peter is staring at me out he corner of his eye as if I'm a insane.

I look at him. "What?"

He smirks and I turn my attention to the road.

"You killed that man." He says unafraid.

"Well he felt up my thigh."

He scoffs

"what?" I ask

"Nothing." I see he lights.

He wasn't lying, there's lights flashing on the building and the enter sign to the parking space is even lighting up.

"What is it?" I insist.

"Nothing, but when we do, slowly progress, and maybe get to be more." My jaw clenched at the word maybe.
"I'll remember not to feel up your thigh." He finishes.

I laugh. It's light and happy. A good laugh is what I need. I pull into the drive and park near the door.

This place is packed with fancy cars. I'm surprised there was a spot this close to the door. We get out the truck together and walk to the entrance of the building.

A tall man with grey hair dressed in a gray suit opens the glass doors for us and eyes our outfits. Everything inside is either gold or glass, or both. The chandelier hangs low, the metal is gold and the lights are glass with the brightest lights inside. The glass design prints a reflective light pattern on the walls. Which are also gold.

"Wow. Okay well don't I feel under dressed and out of place." Peter says.

"Same here."

We carry out bags to the registration desk, which is also gold, and wait to be noticed. I look around and see the people. There all either in suits, dresses, or something dressy.

Everything in this hotel is immaculate. A woman pops from under the desk and smiles at us. She is tall blonde and gorgeous. Her red lipstick making her teeth seem extremely white. Or maybe they just are extremely white. Her smile falters when she notices our outfits.

"Are you two looking for someone?" She asks.

"We need a room please. " I request.

"Make it two." Peter says.

I turn to him and raise a brow.

"Friends don't need to share rooms. We're taking things slow, remember?" He smirks and turns to the lady.

"Name please?"

"Uhm, Chase Matthews and this is Bertha Symons." I glare at him.

Why the heck would he tell her my name was that name? I know he's pissed off at me but, Bertha!

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Authors note.
I like this chapter. It's pretty good I suppose. Riley's pretty bad, eh? And Peter is just a tiny bit jealous. Thank you all for reading.