Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Friend

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I kept staring at him. His face...his expressions...there was nothing that gave away what he just uttered from his damn mouth.

I must have heard or interpreted it wrong.

The lights from the nearby lamp went off, curtaining the last bit of nothingness I saw on his face.

The next thing I knew, his honey-like voice made a quick comeback.

"What happened? I meant that there are officers in suits swarming outside the park in the rain...look behind you."

I blinked at his shadowed face, turning my head behind.

The park stood deserted, but he was right. There were officers wearing raincoats with flashlights, loitering around.

I got up, something inside me shoving all the energy into a dumpster.

We both got up, followed by his eyes following my face. I glanced at him, but he looked away, back at the officers, pretending he wasn't staring at me.

"The rain is getting light. We should probably go elsewhere before it gets too late."

I nodded, passing him a fake smile. We walked to the opposite side, looking for another exit.

Though my body was moving, my thoughts were stuck on the incident earlier.

Don't get me wrong, everything else was fine - but why was he calling the raincoat a suit?

Did he confuse them for a suit?

But how? Those things the policemen are wearing don't look anywhere close to a suit.

Weird. Maybe he needs some rest. Or it was the rain that tricked his eyes and made it all blurry.

Talking about Donnor, he soon found another exit on the opposite side. We were supposed to be safe from the police, but it wasn't worth the risk to exit right past them.

I sighed. What next?

"We should book a low-key motel, probably. Under fake names."

I suggested as he kept walking down the silent street filled with crisp and cold wind.

Right on cue, a small motel appeared in view with a neon sign which said "open."

I grabbed Donnor's hand, leading him inside. Warm air brushed my face, welcoming us inside. An old lady stood behind the counter of a small, cozy lobby with traditional sofas and old wall hangings.

"Room for two, please. We don't know for how long we might stay."

She passed the register, flashing a friendly smile with her broken teeth.

"Sure. Please fill in these details. I will show you your room."

I quickly filled in the details. The old lady took us upstairs, to the far left corner of a room, which said 102.

She opened it, leading us inside a two-bedroom room with a small bathroom, bedside lamp, wardrobe, desk, and a sofa...all the typical stuff.

Except the walls were a bit off-color.

"Thank you," I remarked to the lady, who had long disappeared.

I shut the door close, drawing in a long breath.

At least we were safe for a while.

I took out my new phone, tapping my feet. Donnor walked in the room in circles in a parade.

My screen lit up in a popping message. I tapped the notification.

It took me a few seconds to process that I had the messaging app opened. A contact blinked in front of me, named unknown.