Original Short stories.

Inevitable

It wasn't a shock to wake up in a stranger's bed on a Tuesday morning,let alone surrounded by empty bottles and small sandwich bags with little bits of Advil on the rocks  as she'd call it.

Her vision was impaired for a good 40 seconds before a picture of the events that happened last night became clear to her, combined with the rubber-like feeling in her legs.

her head throbbing as if she'd been bashed in the head with a hammer for sleeping with someone's husband and got caught. 

Oddly enough it would be the first time something like that happened to her, but it definitely wasn't a hammer that caused a trip to the ER for a concussion. 

The unsatisfying sticky feeling between her legs, and now staring at tonight's partners wedding band let her know that another hospital trip was in her possible future and she needed to get the hell out of there.

It was all like clock work, slowly sneaking out of a stranger's bed,

a married stranger.

Grabbing the dress she'd worn the night before that was sneakily a two piece outfit,her shoes,and digging around the room for any amount of cash she could scrounge up for a meal and motel room for the day. 

Her eyes gleamed when she found a box with nearly 5 thousand dollars inside.

a pang of guilt in her chest when she also noticed a picture of the man shed just slept with last night, a woman was most likely his wife and another with pretty little girls with matching outfits one in pink and one in purple. 

She still ran off with the money shed found but put the picture he had of his supposed wife on the man's chest, hoping to create an excuse for why the hell the room looks the way it does and those two pretty little girls can grow up in a normal household for as long as possible. 

The closest motel wasn't too far of a walk,but a very uncomfortable one in her current state.

Heels definitely weren't walking shoes and envied the girls who had a loyal,loving partner to carry them when they complained about it.

The motel she chose was in now way upclass,but it would do for today and was affordable. She walked to the front desk where a young man, around 19 years old with dark red highlights and amature eyeliner decorated his face.

“I need a room”  she announced,her voice hardly calm and as if she were running from someone. He looked at her,his gaze unbothered and no sense of urgency or concern for her condition.

“Name.” he said,as he began to type on his computer.

“Emily” she stated,as her nerves started to soothe themselves.

“Emily Hawthorne, i need a single” she finished,and started to count off a part of the 5 thousand dollars she'd just stolen.

“That’ll be 350 a night,ma’am” he told her,then watched as she put 350 dollars on the counter in front of him,biting her lip nervously.

The young man took the cash Emily had just provided,and dropped a room key in front of her. “Room k-37”

Emily cringed at his voice,it's obvious he was in his “i hate my life” phase. “Thank you” she replied,grabbed the keys off the counter, and started to look for her room.

It was a hop,skip, and a 2 minute elevator ride away. Though she was pleasantly surprised when she laid back on the bed,to find it not only clean but comfortable.

Though the more she laid on it,the lumpier it seemed to feel.

Her back could only take so much before she sat up,only to gasp at the reality she was met with.

A dull, white,windowless room, with only the fluorescent lights, to keep her from the dark. Her clothes felt like nothing less than a sack of potatos.

After a few beats of internal panic she seemed to remember that her own sister had her put into a rehab facility for drug and alcohol addicts. 

But she wasnt an addict…

This won't be something consistent. Just some fun short stories I have in my arsenal