Typhon

Chapter 28

Rylee~

With everything that I owned in the trunk of my white KIA Forte, I prayed that my car wouldn't get broken into over the next couple of nights. I was also so goddamn tired that I hadn't even had the energy to bring anything inside the motel room with me besides my purse. At nearly four in the morning, I just wanted to get a few hours of sleep, then regroup after I'd had some rest.

Since I'd been able to afford a decent motel, the room had come with complimentary shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. So, after taking a quick shower to wash away all the disappointment of the night, I brushed my teeth, and then crawled into bed, wearing the complimentary robe that had been hanging in the closet.

I had expected exhaustion to take me under immediately, but laying in a strange bed, my life not feeling like it was mine anymore, I started to cry, and it wasn't for Stone Lexington. In this vulnerable moment, I missed my brother so much that the tears just started flowing.

Growing up, Bishop had always been my hero, and I needed one now. While my parents were wonderful, and I knew that they'd be there for me if I needed them, my brother meant something different to me; something different for me. Where my parents would help me face my problems, Bishop would help me disappear from them if that's what I needed to do in order to be okay.

I wasn't sure how long I cried but sleep finally took me under at some point. My spent body must have needed it because I didn't remember falling asleep as I finally woke up in the dark room. Motel room drapes were like fabric miracles, and I could probably sleep a few more hours, but I had shit to do.

I reached over, then grabbed my phone off the customary motel nightstand and saw that it was past one in the afternoon. With a dramatic groan, I sat up, then made my way to the bathroom. After quickly taking care of business, I looked in the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me looked bad.

I mean, really, really, bad.

My face looked pale, and there wasn't enough Visine in the world to get rid of my bloodshot eyes. My eyelids were also puffy and there were circles under my eyes. Plus, since I'd gone to sleep with my hair wet, it looked a fright. My black hair was sticking up all over the place, and I started to feel exhausted with the mere thought of brushing it.

However, I also knew that I couldn't face the world looking like a strung-out dope fiend. I had to start looking for apartments or rooms to rent today, and if I showed up to an interview looking like this, they'd definitely turn me away. Since I also didn't have the money to stay in a motel indefinitely, I knew that I needed to make some quick moves. A week was the max that I could afford, and I wasn't going to call my parents unless I had to. However, I'd rather suspend my senior year at HU to regroup than ask my parents for more money.

I finally got in the shower, but this time, I took my time. Last night, I'd done my best to scrub myself clean, but I'd been running on fumes, and sleep had been the priority.

With my body washed and my teeth brushed, I was able to find a complimentary hair dryer, and I used it to dry my hair. Looking at my reflection, I opted for leaving my hair down, hoping that it would distract people from the mess of my face. I wasn't a big makeup guru, so I didn't know the tricks to get rid of under eye circles or puffy eyelids, and my eyes were still bloodshot.

Tightening the robe around my body, I realized that I was going to have to go out to my car and get some clean clothes. Luckily, my car was parked right outside my motel room door, so I wouldn't be prancing around naked underneath the robe too far, but the thought still made me a bit uncomfortable. However, there was no way that I was putting my outfit from last night back on. As a matter of fact, I was going to toss the entire thing in the trash as soon as I could; the bra and panties included.