"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I walk into the motel, carrying a large suitcase behind me. I look around and I take the place in. I immediately feel an eerie aura in the room, and I note that the furniture doesn't seem like it's been replaced in many years.
I search for a place to check-in, and when I see the front desk, I walk over there.
Anxiously, I begin speaking to the woman working behind the desk. "Excuse me, do you have any rooms available?"
"Yeah, of course," She replies, and I instantly feel so relieved. "What name is it?"
"Uh... Emily."
"Surname?" She asks.
"Raymond."
I continue "I was looking to stay for a while. I tried calling your number, but I couldn't get anyone to pick up."
"That's fine." She begins searching through a book in an attempt to find me a room. "I can get you booked in now. If you just let me know how many days you want to stay."
"Oh, I'm not exactly sure yet," I let her know while having a look on my face that shows that I feel ashamed. "Could I just book for a week for now?"
She glances at me and says, "Of course."
I didn't want to have to stay in a motel, but I figured that it would be the cheapest option. It's nothing fancy, but I'll get used to it. Riley and James have guests over so I couldn't continue to stay with them, and I didn't exactly want to show up at my parent's house.
They'd be disgusted if they found out that I was sleeping with one of my dancers. They try to hide it, but I know that they disapprove of my sexuality.
"We don't have many rooms available," She lets me know, and I begin to panic. "There's only one, actually."
"I'll take that."
She has a certain look on her face that shows she's concerned about something.
She then reveals what it is. "I just have to let you know that a man was murdered in that room..."
What?!
"Yeah, it wasn't that long ago, too. The cleaner went in one morning and found blood everywhere, and he was naked and stabbed on the bed... It was a really gnarly sight."
"Oh..." I take a moment to process that, but because I'm so desperate for a place to stay, I try to not let it bother me.
I ask her, "Do- do you know who did it?"
She shakes her head. "Nu-huh. I mean, he was a pretty sick guy; everyone knew that he was a rapist. I'm sure there are tons of people that would've done it in a heartbeat. The cops don't seem in much of a rush to figure out who done it either. I'd say they're glad that it happened."
