Someone's Watching

Chapter 2

We drove down the highway for such a long time that I thought I had my 40th birthday already. A few minutes later, we pulled into a hotel and parked the car.
"Brady," I said soothingly as I shook Brady awake. "We're here, wherever that is." He woke up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and jumped out of the car.
As soon as we walked in, I knew there was something wrong. The lobby seemed too perky, too nice. It seemed eerie.
"Hey y'all I'm Paul!" A guy about 6 feet tall walked out and greeted. "How can I help you?"
Mom went up to him and whispered in his ear, and he automatically led us to the best room in the entire hotel.
"Mom, what's going-" I started to ask but suddenly heard a buzz coming from my pocket. I took out my phone and read the message in my head:
"Hello Addilyn Meyers. This is your stalker. What, your mommy didn't tell you the whole story? Well, I know everything about you and your whole family. So watch your back, Addilyn, and don't tell your mother about this message.
-YouKnowWhoIAm"
"Who was that honey?" Mom asked me with a concerned look on her face.
"Oh it was nobody," I lied. "Wrong number!" The twinge of guilt from lying to my mother about something so serious kept me awake that night.
BEEP BEEP BEEP, my alarm clock went off. I only got 2 hours of sleep that night, and I couldn't tell a soul why.
"I honestly don't know who that was though," I thought in my head, puzzled about who it could be. Then, it hit me.
I picked up my phone, and dialed my best friend Ryan's number. He was an expert with computers, and if he couldn't have helped me, then no one could.
"Ryan, I need a favor," I pleaded to him.
"Sure anything!" He replied to me.
I explained the situation, and waited for his response.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes," he finally answered. Then, I waited.