Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 50.

Chapter 50

I didn't know where I was going but with the certain amount of money I had saved when I had gone back to the brothel, It was enough to last me a couple of weeks at a cheap hotel.

My phone was ringing every few minutes. It went in a pattern each time. Zayn rings twice, then Eleanor.

I put my phone on silent and park the car outside the hotel parking lot.

It takes a while for me to get out of the car.

Most of the time I had to prepare myself and ignore everything going on in my head.

When I finally get out, I make my way inside and towards the lady at the desk who's staring down at her computer scream.

She looks at me and smiles politely. "Hi. How can I help you?"

"Ahh yeah, I was just wondering how much your rooms are. For one adult." I half smile.

"How long were you planning on staying?"

I sigh and shrug. "Two or three weeks possibly?"

She winces at her computer slightly. "I'll just check if we have rooms available for that long. How is your day so far?" She questions.

If I were in a good mood, I would have happily taken this conversation to a longer level, but I really wasn't in the mood and I wasn't going to have the consideration to dump all my problems on this poor lady.

I shrug. "Eventful is all I could say."

She nods. "Where are you travelling from?"

"Oh. I just moved out, so." I shrug and fake a smile.

"I see." She nods with a reassuring smile.

After a moment with speaking to her manager and double checking a few rooms, she managed to fit me into a room for a week and a half.

It doesn't exactly give me enough time to find a proper job.

With no qualifications what so ever, this is going to be harder than I thought.

I grab the luggage out of my car and manage to unlock the room with the keys.

Opening the door, I step through and cringe at the dust that hits my face.

I immediately start to redecorate.

I strip off the bed and replace it with my own sheets and blanket that I had put in the car.

Zayns going to kill me when he realises it was one of his favorite blanket.

I threw my pillow at the head of the bed and set out all my stuff in the bathroom and draws.

My eyes divert to the kitchen inside.

Shit. I didn't think about food. How could I not think about food.

I think I would have been fine sleeping in the car.

I sigh and sit down on the double bed as I gaze around once more.

It's reasonably big for a cheap hotel room, but it definitely reminds me of my old house that I grew up in.

Burying my face into my hands, the feeling of distraught creeps up on me again and Im immediately consumed with guilt as I think of Zayn.

Have I really done it? Have I finally left Zayn for good?

I bite my lip and wipe away the escaping tears.

I need to take the after pill.

I can't believe he did that. He knew I wasn't on the pill. He knew it was unprotected sex.