22 | Chapter Twenty-Two
June,2015 | Somewhere in New York
Cassidy was right.
It took Korie two days to find out where Isis was. We plugged it into our GPS, called both Quentin and Rakim (who thankfully worked out their differences), packed our bags, and began driving. We drove for what seemed like forever. Wherever they were with Isis was somewhere far and out of the way. What we were really looking for was a hotel, or some kind of shelter so that whenever it was we decided to go out and get Isis, she could have somewhere to lay her head.
Cassidy did her research. There was a small little motel near the outskirts of the town where Isis was believed to be. She called in prior to our trip, booking us two hotel rooms: one for her and I, and another for Rakim and Quentin. The motel was cheap, twenty dollars per day. When we arrived, the price definitely did its justice. It looked cheap and unclean. We held our baggage in our hands as we walked towards the entrance. The receptionist, who was a middle aged lady, was standing outside, a cigarette tucked between her lips. She looked shaken up as she quickly put out the cigarette and smiled.
She was missing a few teeth.
"Oh you guys here to sign in?" She stated. She looked happy. I could understand why. The placed looked eerily creepy, like nobody had been here for atleast two decades. I nodded. "We booked a place online. Underneath the name Joey Scott." I stated. The lady nodded, motioning for us to follow her as we headed into the motel's lobby. It shouldn't even be called that. It was small, and an ugly looking statue was placed in the middle of the floor, just across from a white couch with brown stains littered ontop of it. I tried not to make a face but it was hard. It didn't help that the smell of sweat and smoke kept drifting towards our section.
It wasn't until the receptionist raised her arm to flick the light switch that I realized the smell came from her.
Rakim let out a cough.
"Oh yes. Joey Scott? Two hotel rooms?" The receptionist stated. I nodded, desperately trying to get away from her stench.
She handed me four keys: two for each room.
"Room 104 and Room 105." She sent one more smile and as soon as she was finished, I trailed the small suitcase I brought along behind me and away from her.
The rooms were on the bottom level in comparison to the two levels they had.
It was on the other side of the receptionist desk, but positioned in a way that everytime we walked out the room, she would see us. I thought it was kind of creepy, but I didn't want to go back over there and ask for a change. Her stench already seemed to linger on my clothing and I hated it.
I handed Quentin and Rakim their keys.
"They have a coffee machine. Settle down and we can go get some and talk?" I questioned. Quentin shrugged, and Rakim nodded. Quentin didn't really want to be here. Though him and Rakim talked, he still wasn't fond of his hoe-ish behavior. Plus, him and I never had a discussion as well. They took their keys and entered inside the room beside us. I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I opened the door with the key. After several trials, we managed to push the door open.
Cassidy made a low noise as we glanced around at the room.
There were two twin sized beds which were way to small for my six foot one frame. The comforters were light blue, and there was a white spot on one of them. I didn't want to know where it came from. There was a small mini fridge, but after opening it up, I realized it wasn't even working. There were a few paper towels, some were used as you could tell by the grease stains. And a microwave that had been through way too many things.
