Dollface

Part 4

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It was just quiet, empty, kind of hollow. I wanted to take a shower; just a few hours ago I was sick from sweat and panic. I needed food in my system, but Simon couldn't care less about my needs as he continued to avoid socialization.

We were still surrounded by endless miles of sand, but I spotted a small building in the distance, as we got closer I could read a large 'motel' sign, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

S: We'll stop here. I have to make a few phone calls.

Simon explained, still showing no emotion.

I: How do you want to make a phone call? We're in the middle of nowhere.

The car turned right and drove us into a parking lot. This motel was a nightmare. It was so devastating to watch that even "shit" wasn't mean enough to describe the place.

Simon quickly removes the keys.

S: I'll get us a room, you can shower, eat. Then we leave promptly at 6 p.m. Now get out of the car.

I follow his instructions and get out of the car, wrapping my arms around myself and looking around. He walks to a window and I speed up my pace, trying to stay close to him.

A man stood on the other side of the window with his back faced to us.

S: Excuse me?

The man turns around revealing his tattooed face and a large scar on his chin, his dull black eyes moved from Simon to me, his business scared me a bit, not going to lie.

S: We would like a room.
?: I have a lot of rooms available. What do you want? Single or twin?

The man spat in a thick Mexican accent, his voice serious as if he had smoked most of his life.

S: Single.

He replied, and to my displeasure. It wasn't like he was sleeping with me, as far as I know him he never sleeps. Simon slides the money across the counter to the man and takes the keys from his hand.

We find our room and quickly open the door to reveal a neat room, although it wasn't the nicest. The carpets were stained with unknown substances and when I see the bathroom I swallow.

Firstly the shower had no curtain and secondly the bathroom wasn't even a room, the tiles separated from the carpet with no wall! It was only part of the room, the rest was a bed and a couch.

S: Shower and then I'll bring you your food.

Simon ordered, taking a seat on the bed. I shyly glance at the tub and then back at Simon, who was now concentrating on his gun and unloading the bullets onto the bed.

Then his eyes meet mine and his eyebrows furrow.

S: What's the matter now?
I: Um...w-do you just want to sit there?

I ask, afraid of his voice getting louder.

I: I mean, there is no privacy.

He remained stolid.

S: Would you rather I come with you?

He scoffs at taking me back completely.

S: Go take a shower.

I groan as I walk to the tile floor. He watches as I take off my shoes and tank top, leaving me in my bra and shorts. I stand there uncomfortably, feeling his eyes burning into me.

I: Do you mind?

He rolls his eyes, lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. I take off the rest of my clothes, get into the tub and turn on the water.

As soon as the water was warm enough, I discovered a bar of old soap on the edge of the tub. What's wrong with this place?! There's no way I'm using this soap, so I make do with the water and clean myself as best I could.

When I'm done, I turn off the water and grab a neatly folded towel on the toilet seat. I wrap it around my body and am amazed at the smell of cigars that comes from it. I have never felt so dirty after a shower in my life.

I: My clothes are in the car...

I stop as Simon turns his head to look at me. He groans loudly, gets up from the bed and stretches his arms out.

S: I'll get something for you.
I: Can you bring me my Chucks? They are comfortable

He slams the door behind him, cutting me off completely. I scoff and sit on the bed, waiting for him to come back. It only takes a few minutes before he starts walking again and throws the clothes next to me.

I blush at the sight of my pink lace bra lying next to the pile of clothes, along with a blue spaghetti strap top and black underwear.

S: I thought you were wearing the same shorts.

He says as he dropped my black chucks on the floor, so did he listen to me?

He went into the bathroom, facing away from me so I could change. I dress quickly, but as I pull up my shorts I turn around and see Simon's muscular back.

I feel my face burning hot and have to quickly turn away, the water from the shower starts to run and I clumsily tie the laces of my shoes before I hurry to lie down on the bed with my stomach facing away from him.

A few minutes later he steps out and wraps a towel around his lower body. Then he goes to get his clothes and puts on exactly what he was wearing before.

S: Come on, let's get food.

I roll out of bed and follow him out of the room to a vending machine. He didn't even bother to ask me what I wanted, he just pressed random things, although I honestly didn't care much, I was too hungry.

I: Why were these men after me, Simon?

I use my face to convince him, making my eyes a little wider as I stare up at him. My voice was soft and showed how scared I was.

S: I'm not telling you anything. your father's orders.
I: So? I'm worried enough, the least you can do to help my fear, tell me why, you have to get back at him for something, right?
S: You're a smart girl, but not smart enough. You should stop asking questions when you know what's good for you, Isabell.

He bends down to pick up the snack bags.

I: He owes you something, money.
S: Shut your mouth or I'll find a way to keep it shut.

He growled, his eyes darkening as they looked into mine, completely distracting me from how close our faces were.

S: Are we clear Dollface?

My stomach tightens when he calls me that, Dollface.

S: Answer me.
I: Yes-yes...

He moves away from me and sighs in annoyance.

S: Wonderful.
I: You act more like an enemy who hates me than someone who is willing to risk his life for me.
S: I volunteered to protect you. Every other bastard in this room was afraid of a job that meant protecting their boss's daughter. Because if I don't, your father will kill me.
I: Why did you volunteer?
S: I like challenges. However, sitting in a car and listening to you the whole way is challenging enough.

I scoff, offended as I cross my arms over my chest.

I: You're a bit rude, don't you think?
S: You're a bit annoying, don't you think?
I: You don't even care about my safety, do you? This is just another challenge to boost your ego.
S: You've got me all figured out, haven't you, Dollface?
I: Shut up.
S: Be careful what you say, Isabell.

He steps forward again, bringing his face inches enough from mine so I can feel his hot breath on my face.

S: I am not your enemy. Your father is like family to me and I promised to keep you alive and safe, no matter what the consequences. But do yourself a favor and at least shut up for a while so we can make this go a little more smoothly, okay?
I: I just don't know if I can trust you.
S: Of course you can.

His face softened ever so slightly.

S: Trust me with your life. Your father did it.
I: ...okay. I trust you.