The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three

Chapter Forty.

This part will be from George’s point of view.

“Any sign of Sammy yet?” I asked Jenny.

“No honey,” she said on the other side of the phone line, sounding worried. “Are you sure her phone is still off?”

“I’ll ring her again,” I sighed.

“Ring me straight back if she answers,” Jenny said. “George, she will be okay.”

“I know,” I smiled. “But there isn’t guarantee that me and her will be okay.”

“She will see sense,” Jenny said before she hung up.

I rang Sammy’s number again and this time it rang instead of going straight to the answer machine. Putting the phone to my ear, I started to open the letters that had been collecting on the coffee table. The phone continued to ring as I opened the first envelope and pulled out a credit card bill. As I put it back on the coffee table, something caught my eye – the name of a hotel in Central London. Sitting up fully, I unfolded the paper open to see what it was about. Then it hit me. Sammy must have booked herself into the hotel. She was in London this whole time.

“Hey, it’s Sammy,” the voice at the other end of the phone said as I ran to grab my car keys from the side table in the hallway. “Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

The phone bleeped as I ran down the stairs.

“Sammy,” I panted as I jumped the last three stairs. “Sammy, it’s me. It’s George. I know I’m probably the last person that you wanna see right now, or even talk to but I need to see you. I need to know you’re okay.”

I ran across the courtyard of the apartment block and through the car park towards my car.

“I need you to know that all those things Rio said aren’t true. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I love you.”

*

Running up to the reception desk, I hammered on the bell for attention. “Good morning sir,” the receptionist smiled to me. “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for Sammy Jones – she’s stopping here.”

“Ms. Jones has left the hotel for today,” the receptionist smiled before walking over to the other side of the reception desk to serve a young couple who were hand-in-hand.

“No,” I said, rushing over to the side of the desk where the receptionist had gone, barging the couple out of the way. “I need to know where she has gone.”

“Sorry about this,” the receptionist smiled to the couple, getting agitated with me.

“You need to help me out here,” I begged.

“I’m sorry sir but I can’t..”

I interrupted her. “Can’t or won’t?” I asked.

“I can’t tell you where Ms. Jones has gone,” she snapped.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I said. “I need to talk to her urgently. Nobody fucking gets it though.”

The receptionist looked at me sympathetically. She looked around before sitting down at the computer, scribbling some words down on a scrap of paper. “I really shouldn’t but..” she paused as she gave me the piece of paper. “Just do not tell her who told you if she asks. I could lose my job.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, reading the address on the piece of paper she had just handed to me. “I won’t say a word.”

Before she had chance to say anything else, I darted towards the lobby doors, nearly knocking the couple from before over. After a quick apology, I rushed out the doors, down the steps and jumped into the car.