The Price of a Life.

Chapter 4.

(Author's note: Sorry for not updating sooner. Been caught up with school drama, home stuff and my personal life. Enjoy this long chapter though!! <3)

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Sofia's POV

They hadn't even made it into the city before Natasha was already complaining about her shoes.
"I should not have platforms for this!" Lillian sighed and said,

"Landon, where's the nearest hotel?" Landon, being the only one who could read a map properly, looked up and said,
"About 10 minutes away. Seven if we speed up a bit." Natasha groaned swore under her breath.

Sofia rolled her eyes and offered,
"I could carry you?" Natasha laughed and responded, smiling,
"You'd carry me?" Sofia took a minute to consider.
"No. I wouldn't." Natasha slapped her arm gently, and they continued on.

They arrived at a good-looking hotel and walked in after Landon tucked his map away, and Lillian had made Sofia put her knife in her bag. Sofia had protested a lot but eventually gave in.

Landon walked up to the register. The guy at the front couldn't have been any older than seventeen, maybe eighteen, and struck up conversation. Natasha had taken off her boots, holding them and smiling as her feet were no longer being shredded open.

Lillian was digging through her bag for a bit of money, convinced they probably weren't getting a proper dinner. Sofia stood with Natasha, crossed arms and a scowl on her face.

Landon finished talking to the receptionist and practically skipped over with a key in hand.
"Let's go, guys." Lillian had shut her bag, giving up searching for a second. Sofia held Natasha's shoes as Landon led them to the stairs.

He paused and smiled at the receptionist, and the guy smiled back, winking at them. Natasha gasped and shoved them,
"Did you just flirt your way into getting us a room?" He smiled and nodded.

"We got half off. Be grateful!" He led them up two flights of stairs and to a room at the end of a corridor. He unlocked it and revealed what looked like a modern apartment.

It had a shower room with a sink and a toilet, a kitchen with an electric oven, a kettle, and a microwave, which was perched dangerously close to the sink.

There was a living room and bedroom mix as the main room. It had two sets of bunk beds. There was also a balcony that Landon celebrated momentarily. Landon immediately scaled the one farthest from the door, and when Lillian went to protest, he smirked.

"I got us this room for cheap! I get the better bed!" He stuck his tongue out at her and dangled his legs over the railing on the side. Natasha was on the bed underneath them and went to pull his leg down.

Sofia took the bottom bunk near the door and placed her bag down, flopping onto the bed tiredly.
"I am never doing that again!" Lillian dumped her bag's contents on the floor and lit up as she spotted a bag of dollar bills.

She held it up triumphantly and asked,
"Anyone wanna come to the store with me?" Sofia offered, getting back up. She grabbed her fake ID just in case, seeing as Landon was digging through his bag in hurried confusion before cursing and laying down on the bed he was on.

Landon preferred to stay and sort through his things, getting something to wear to bed. Natasha had said she'd rather die than put on a pair of shoes again at the moment, and Lillian left with Sofia.

The store wasn't that far away, only a five minute walk from their motel. Sofia was kicking rocks on the way there as she kept her hands in her pockets. It was mid November, and her hands had gone pale from the cold.