Possessed Soul

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

"We should call it a night," Holden suggested, once we had left the house. He yawned dramatically to prove a point. The moon hung over our heads and the stars mocked us gleefully from their abodes.

"We should keep looking," I argued. I wasn't tired, partly because I knew attempting to sleep would do me no good. "We should go to Zach's house."

"Do you honestly think Zach's going to open for us in the middle of the night?"

"No," I responded. "His parents will. Plus, even if we do call it a night, where would we stay?"

"We could stay in this house." Holden jerked his thumb in the direction we had just come from.

"Not a chance," I scowled. I couldn't be in a place that reminded me of Sage for too long, it would just make all the memories and regrets crash back into my head. Of course, thoughts of her never really left me, but being in her house made me relive the night I broke into it. All I could picture was the hurt and disappointment on her beautiful face as she looked into my eyes.

"A motel then? I saw one on the way here."

"Money?"

"Kaden, we're thieves," Holden smirked.

"Right," I said rolling my eyes, "and people roam around in the middle of the night with their pockets full of cash."

"Who said anything about stealing money? You steal a heart, while I steal a room access card."

"And if the receptionist is a guy?"

"Pretend to be gay," Holden shrugged. "You can pull it off, just act like Aaron."

I opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, knowing I wouldn't be able to say much else to convince him otherwise. Holden was one of those people who thought their ideas outdid anyone else's.

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Fortunately, it was a girl at the motel reception. Well, it could hardly be called a motel: it was more of a shelter for people who couldn't afford to stay in a proper building. There were massive dents in the wall, where people had hit it in a fit of rage, probably because their lover had abandoned them, or they were heavily intoxicated. The ceiling was blackened with age and there were muddy prints that looked barely human, on the floor. People were dragging their feet up the stairs: there was no elevator. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the doors didn't lock and someone slit our throats in our sleep.

"Do it," Holden ordered, snaking off to the side and camouflaging his body with the grey painted wall.

"Hey," I greeted the cute blonde behind an outdated computer screen. She had hair that settled just past her shoulders, and she looked at me from behind heavily made-up eyes.

"Hey," she blushed, making me believe that I didn't look as crappy as I felt. "Do you need a room?"

"Actually yes, but I also need someone to share it with me," I replied, smirking at her.

"Umm," she looked past my face as if she was looking for someone. "Okay," she nodded. This was easy, too easy. "My shift finishes in about an hour," she added.

Oh shit! I guess my charms were a bit too effective and too fast acting. I looked to where Holden had been, only to notice that he was no longer there. Great. What was I supposed to do now?

"Baby, I think I need you right now," I moaned, moving over to her side of the counter. "An hour's too long to wait." This was how I acted before I met Sage. I was a complete idiot, pouncing on every available girl that came my way.