• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •

A Taste of Freedom

He followed her not because he wanted to because he had to.

They walked on the sidewalk, he got a lot of bad looks from people walking by.

They walked into a hotel, to see a family sitting in a room with four kids, the woman gave him a look, like she was disgusted.

There was a woman at the front desk, she had dark skin and wavey hair, next to her there was a boy who looked sixteen, and had dark brown hair that was combed, it seemed like everyone gave him a look, like they were judging him.

Willow ended up getting a room for six days, and went straight to the room, in a different building.

They had to go up stairs, she made him go up first so he didn't run off. They made it to the room, and when they went in, she put 'Do not disturb' on the door, "Baby, if your name is on the News, we'll have to dye your hair."

He sat down on the bed, she turned on the News, nothing about a missing person.

She leaves it on, he gets up to take a shower, he felt dirty and needed to wash off the blood. He closed the bathroom door, it didn't have a lock. He took off the hoodie he was wearing. He saw the bite marks, that would leave a mark for a long time. He didn't want to look at his body, he looked in the cabinet and saw toothpaste, floss, and a box of a bar of soap.

He was hoping to see bandages. He turned on the water, the curtain was a white colour, the room smelt like cleaner. Waiting for the water to warm up, he looked in the mirror at his hair.

Willow had cut it shorter, his hair was long and touched his shoulders, it was now covering his ears. Just below his ears. She told him she didn't like his hair long. He was upset that his hair was cut like how it was. The mirror got foggy, he took off his pants and went in the shower.

He closed his eyes and put his face into the running water, moving his fluffy wet hair out of his face. He breathed and washed his body and hair. He stood under the water reaching down to turn off the water.

He got out and grabbed a white towel and dried off. He had put the towel around his waist, he didn't want to wear dirty clothes, but he had no choice.

He put his pants on, but his hoodie was covered in cum, sweat, blood, and tears.

He didn't put it on, he put his towel around his neck and opened the door setting the towel on the floor with the hoodie, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Baby, aren't you cold?"

"I-I'm fine."

He turns to lay down, she puts her arm around his bare chest, she moves his arm to go around her back. They lay staring at the TV.

The curtains were closed but they could tell it was dark, he was scared to move. He didn't want to bother her, make her mad or she might do something bad.

She put her head on his chest and fell asleep. He stayed up, watching the news, waiting, to see if they cared enough to call the police, cared enough to look for him. The entire night he thought something might happen, they might show his name or face.

Nothing, he saw nothing, he thought no one was looking, he was hoping Lori might notice him not at work or home for days and call the police, he thought that James would wait for him and see that he never came back. He lay there waiting for nothing to show up, but the sun.

In the morning, it was a while before she woke up with a hangover,"Oh, fuck." She looked at him.

"What the fuck." Lucky keep quiet,"Were you on the news?"

"No."

She smacked him leaving a red mark on his face, he grabbed his face squeezing tightly than got close to him,"Are you lying? You know I don't like it when you lie."

His nose started to bleed, dripping down to his lip. "Were you on the news?"
"I wasn't." His voice made it obvious he was crying.

She wiped his blood off with her thumb, it keep bleeding. She got up out of the bed and went to the bathroom, he got up and fell to the ground. On the TV stand there was a box of tissues.

He crawled to it, took one and put it to his nose, laying on the floor she came out the bathroom,"My clothes are in the car." She put on her shoes,"I'll be back."

She got on top of him and got close to his face,"If you go anywhere, I will fucking kill you, motherfucker."

She stood above him, she stepped on his chest walking to the door. He watch her close the door before he got up. He was hit by a wave of nausea.

Falling on the bed he waits, he has no idea if he had time to leave or not, he didn't know how much time he had till she came back. He opened the door and took off the 'Do not disturb' sign. And sat back on the bed. Minutes went by, he had to change his bloody tissue.

The door opened, it was a boy. The boy was a housekeeper and looked between seventeen and sixteen.

"Oh, Sorry. I thought you left."

"No, wait!" Lucky stoped the boy from leaving,"The woman I came here with, she kidnapped me."

"What? Is this a joke?"

"No, I need help."

"Okay", the boy breathed out like he was nervous,"were is she?"

"She went to get clothes. She'll be back, call the police."

"Alright, what does she look like?"

"She's a prostitute, and she's blonde."

"Okay, I'll be back." The boy close the door ran off, Lucky for a moment felt relief, he felt free.

He waited a long time to long he was waiting for police sirens, or the boy to come back. He had such a long time he wondered if the boy even believed him, he wondered if he boy went somewhere else.

His mind went to Lori, what she would think if she knew what he been through, would she be mad at him for not telling her earlier, or would she tell him that he shouldn't have listened to Willow, if he didn't he be dead, his thoughts got louder, maybe he be better off dead. His head went to his friends all of them, James would never look at him the same. Aron probably thinks he couldn't trust him ever, all his other friends might leave and think that he wanted her to do that to him, he didn't.

Would they understand, did they notice he was even gone, do they even care for him? what would they think. He was waiting for a noise, for someone to come and help him. The door opened, he lifted his head.