(Short chapter here!)
I rip my clothes from hangers and shove them into the bag.
I don't have enough emotionally stability to stay here much longer.
I run through the apartment grabbing junk and throwing it into my bags.
It doesn't matter what I grab just as long as I do it fast.
When I'm done, I run out of the apartment door and then slip the key back under the door.
I call a taxi, which takes forever, I have the man drive me to a hotel.
They drop me off, charging an outrages price, and then send me off into the lobby of the hotel.
"Can I get a room for 1 night please?" I ask the lady at the desk.
"Yes ma'm, floor 3, room 451," she says passing me a key.
I ride the elevator up 3 floors and find my room 7th to the left.
I walk in, lock the door, drop my bags, and run over to the bed and collapse, mentally, and emotional exhausted.
