Rayne [cth]

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Rayne
I wanted nothing more than to be okay. With who I am, with my parents, with everyone.

Time moved slowly as I waited for midnight to come. I always come back after I leave. It would be a day in the motel, maybe a day camping or sleeping on the beach for a night...but this time was different. I could feel it; I wouldn't be back here.

The alarm on my bedside table shakes me from my thoughts. I quickly turn it off and place my letter to my mother on my bed. I want to say I'll miss this place, but I knew I'd be lying.

With the bag slung over my shoulder, I quietly made my way down the stairs and out the front door to my car. I had it all planned and knew what I needed to do.

Slowly, I made my way down the road in silence as it calmed my nerves of everything going on. My thoughts drifted to my brother and what would happen to him. I felt selfish leaving without him, but in the back of my mind I knew he wouldn't leave; but he had my phone number and knows I love him. He knows I'll come back for him if he wants me to.

Soon enough I'm ripped from these thoughts as I stupidly almost miss the turn into my destination.

Shutting off the car, I get out and grab my things; I'm finally home. Sure, the grass is a mix of brown and green, and the air smells a bit like faint exhaust and gasoline fumes, but it's home to me. The Pink Motel, my favorite place in the world.

When I opened the large wooden door, I was greeted by a familiar face. Emerson was in his usual place behind the counter with the outdated computer and his newspaper. He saw me and his smile grew wide.

"Rayne! We missed ya! How are you my dear?" he said as he came around the counter to hug me.

"I'm okay. Could be better, but I'm okay." I assured him.

Emerson was a tiny old man who's hair was graying and he had a few missing teeth, but despite this, he was very kind to me and become one of my favorite people.

Then I realized something was off. Emerson wasn't alone behind his desk. I knew all the staff who worked here, as it was such a small establishment, but I had never seen him before.

The boy had beautiful tanned skin and dark hair. There were a few tattoos peeking out from his tee shirt. In all honesty, the boy was very attractive. He looked up and of course he caught me staring at him.

"Who's this?" I ask Emerson without breaking eye contact with him.

"This is Calum! I've been training him for a few weeks now. We finally got some new faces around here. His mum decided he needed a job and his aunt works here. He fits right in!" He said with pure excitement.

There was an awkward pause and I smiled at Calum in an attempt to be friendly. But Calum just nodded and went back to typing on the ancient computer. The thing about Emerson is he's very chatty and tends to say more than necessary. I asked for his name not his life story.

"Can I have my usual room Emerson? I don't know for how long yet." I asked sweetly.

"Hmm. I don't know, we're pretty booked." he joked before returning behind the counter and grabbing the key from it's typical place on the hook.

"Here you are. Room 13." he smiled coming back around. I thanked him and set off to my room on the first floor.

It might not have been the nicest place, but it had good people, a comfortable bed, hot water, and great food. What more could you need?

After changing into my pajamas and brushing my teeth, I stretched my body out on the comfortable bed and let the tension release from my muscles. Soon, sleep overcame me and everything finally felt normal for once.

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hey! this is short I know i'm sorry. Also I dunno how to end chapters .

-keegan