Mover

Tracker

I drove until I almost ran out of gas. I pulled up to a gas pump at a 7/11. After I filled up I drove to the nearest hotel I could find.

I parked the truck and walked inside to find a small woman in a maids outfit. She had long grey hair. She looks old and worn from time.

I strolled to the front desk where she met me at.

"Would you like a room?" She sounded like a smoker and coughed.

I was nervous I don't know why I was. She just seemed capable of scratching your eyes out with her pink painted nails.

"Uh, yes please."

She handed me a card," here's your key your in room 260 on the second floor."

"Thank you." I said heading up the stairs.

258... 259... 260...

I slip the key into the slot until the lock beeps. I peek in and shut the door and walk back down stairs to grab my bag.

While I trudge up the stairs again another person zooms past me.

He dropped a piece of paper but before I could even yell after him, he was gone.

I put my things on the floor and flop onto the bed. After I laid on the bed for what seemed like 30 minutes I put the piece of paper on the night stand next to me.

XxXxX 

The next morning I got up and looked at the piece of paper. I examined it. It had a stamp on it that had a red rose. It didn't have an address on it or even a name.

I set it down on the bed and got up to get some water. Then grabbed my bag and pulled out my small box. I pulled out the picture of my father and I at the playground. I was on the swing and he was pushing me. I remember that day. It was the day he got arrested.

I hugged the picture close to my heart and kissed it then put it back in my bag.

"I suppose I should get dressed and go get some food," I said out loud almost hoping for a response.

I glance back at the paper again.

With out thinking I picked it up and opened it.

Go to the south entrance of the hotel tonight at midnight. I will be waiting for you El.

El? Was that meaning me?

I try to think back to the other night. Who dropped this? Did he mean to?

I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Who was this meant for anyways?

He's always watching...

I don't know how. It's as if he has a tracker on me...