Spotlight on the Mirror

Chapter Twenty-Two

They were still at Starbucks when Holliday finished explaining her experience as Natasha. By then, Madison had stopped drinking her Green Tea Lemonade and was sitting across from Holliday with her mouth opened. It appeared as if she was frozen in placed until her expression changed to confusion.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're being a hundred percent serious with me right? No joke?" She questioned

"I'm being dead serious, Madison. No joke." Holliday stated.

"Well... Let's go then. I cashed out all my accounts and credit cards days ago. I may not get my trust fund but I got a shit load of cash." Madison laughed.

"Damn! That was smart."

"Not really. I knew my parents would never accept Dallas and they would try to control me by cutting off my money. Anyways, let's use my family's private jet. It will be a whole lot quicker."

"I forget that your family got real bread."

"Believe me, that type of money always comes with a sacrifice."

"If you say so."

"I do."

They stood up to leave, threw their cups in the  trash, and headed to their cars.

"Well, let's go save Natasha. To New York we go!" Madison cheered.

With determination in her heart, Holliday joined the cheer, "To New York we go!"

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A quick flight later, they arrived in New York City, both of them extremely exhausted. It had been a long day and Holliday didn't realize that she was as tired as she really was until it was time to exit the jet. Since Madison's family name had many connections over the world, she was able to get a room at The Purple. It was a very expensive hotel and cost more for one night of stay than what both of Holliday's parents made in an entire month.

Madison had the room charged to her parents' account. The crazy part is that her parents would probably never know. Madison's parents both travel often and with the type of money they had, checking receipts and bills wasn't necessary.

They left Diecedue, Louisiana a little after 11pm and now it was closer to 1am in New York. As much as Holliday wanted to go to sleep, she had to save Natasha. She sat on the bed and tried her best to remember everything from that same night when she was Natasha. It finally dawned on her and she regretfully remembered that night was Enzo Martin's party. To pinpoint Natasha's location, she had to remember every detail.

Holliday thought back and allowed her mind to re-enter the deep memories of that night. She remembered the limo ride then Wanda forcing her take some pills. She remembered how beautiful the hotel was and she definitely remembered what Enzo did to her and to Natasha's body. Instead of feeling sad about the rape, she felt enraged. Enzo wouldn't be raping Natasha that night and Holliday was going to make sure of it. She hadn't even realized that she was pacing the room until Madison spoke.

"So, what's the plan now?" She asked while drinking some room serviced wine. It was a gift from the owner.

"I can't remember where the hotel is located. I'm trying to remember details but I can't stop thinking about how scummy Enzo Martin is."

"Why are you thinking about him at this moment? Is being in New York bringing it all back?"

"Yes and no. I'm mainly thinking of him because this is the night that he rapes me."

"Oh shit! And you're sure that Natasha is with him right now?"

"Most definitely! Tonight is his party. Maybe we can call around and see which hotel is hosting the event," Holliday stated more as a question