The Killer's Symphony of Love

Chapter 13- A Trip To LA

Eris's perspective

Exhaustion seeped into every bone as we arrived in Los Angeles after four grueling days on the road. Stale air, the stench of unwashed clothes, and a growling stomach were my only companions. Doubts about my decision to run away with Jeff gnawed at me, or perhaps I just needed a proper rest. As we drove, a sign caught my eye, and I couldn't help but ask:

"Why Los Angeles?"

"You'll see," Jeff replied, excitement in his voice.

Our interactions had grown cold during the journey, likely due to my incessant complaints. The abrupt departure left me without a chance to change, and if we encountered the police, questions about the bloodstains on my clothes would surely arise.

Suddenly, Jeff turned off the stolen car, announcing, "Okay, let's go!"

"Where? I'm covered in blood!" I protested.

"Nah, trust me, you're fine. Now come."

We ventured into a shadowy alley populated by homeless individuals. Emerging unscathed, Jeff pointed towards a building, proclaiming, "That's it! The ticket to freedom!" It turned out to be a hotel, much to my surprise and slight concern.

"Really, we're staying at a hotel?" I asked.

"Ah..." Jeff sighed, "Just come and shut up. I'm tired of your bad mood."

We both went inside, and I was really impressed by the architecture. I couldn't believe how beautiful it looked inside. We approached the reception, and an old lady with a friendly voice approached us: 

 "Welcome to the Cecil Hotel!" She paused for a second, then started to look enthusiastic while saying, "Jeff, welcome back! Such a lovely surprise to have you back here! I suppose you want your usual room, right?"

 "Hello, Margarette, long time no see," said Jeff. 

 Why does this lady know Jeff? What is this place? While I was wondering all those questions in my head, the lady looked at me and said:

 "And she is...?" while giving me strange looks. 

 "Oh, right, she's with me! Also, Margarette, do you have some clothes for her she could use? As you can see, she's a bit dirty," he said, pointing at all the old blood on my clothes. 

"Let me see what I can do," Margarette said, leading us to our room on the 14th floor with the number 1422. Before departing, she inquired, "Does she know the rules?"

"Don't worry; I'll tell her," Jeff assured.

Right after we got to our room i went straight to the shower as i was dirty. While showerig i realised Jeff just showed up in the shower. He looked at me and said:

"Okay, Eris, listen—" 

 "What? Jeff? Get out! Don't you see I'm showering?" I said to him. 

 "LISTEN," he said, raising his voice. "I don't care what you're doing right now; I need to tell you some important things." 

 "And you can't do that after I'm done?"

 "Fine!" he exclaimed while leaving the bathroom.

 After finishing, I found Jeff gone, and the exhaustion overwhelmed me as I collapsed onto the bed.

Six hours later, Jeff hadn't returned. Curiosity led me to the hotel's bar on the 5th floor, where I spotted him with a stranger, sharing laughter over green drinks.

"Jeff, what the hell?" I confronted him angrily.

"And she is..?"Asked curious the stranger 

''Don't worry about her, actually, you should stay away from her she's moody and really annoying!" Said Jeff with a really serious voice.

"Jeff?" I glared at him.

Apologizing to the stranger, Jeff left with me. In our room, frustration boiled over.

"I get I've been weird, but you can't talk to strangers about me like that! And why did you leave without telling me?" I shouted.

"Slow down! You said to leave," Jeff retorted.

"From the bathroom, not the room!"

"Maybe if you listened, I wouldn't have left," he snapped.

"I don't want to fight. Just tell me what was so important," I pleaded.

"Not in the mood. I'm going to shower and sleep."

"But Jeff—" He cut me off.

"Shut up. I'm tired, and I'm tired of your complaints. Be a good girl and shut up!" His harsh words hung in the air, leaving me stunned and hurt.