With a hesitant breath I quickly hid myself behind the wall. A hand clashed on my chest as I felt my heart punch against my palm with every rapid thump. Hundreds of different thoughts swirled around my head, and my first move was to reach for my bag. I ripped open the flap and searched desperately for my phone and ring.
As I held each item with two hands I stared at them, as if by looking at them my heart would reach its sense and relax. The ends of my fingers began to feel numb from the constant shaking.
"What the hell am I going to do with these?" I asked myself in a hush tone, my mind coming into reality, questioning what my body had been automatically doing.
A quiet creak slapped me into full attention and I snapped my head towards the right, a tall shadow falling across the pathway entrance.
My brain and body came to an agreement on what our first instinct would be; run.
I leaped on my feet and dashed back down the hall, one hand gripping the bottom of my dress so I wouldn't fall.
Thumps patted behind me in the same speed I was running. Someone was following me.
I forced my legs to go faster and I ran into another hall that was right in front of it, passing by the main room where Michael had probably been waiting for me.
My heart reached up to my ears and frantic breaths went through my chest.
The building was bigger than I thought. I took curved turns, left and right until I saw a bar. I sped through the crowd.
I could feel the startled stares from strangers, but I couldn't stop.
I didn't know if the person was still chasing me.
I turned through some doors and found myself in the kitchen.
The cooks stopped abruptly for some seconds, handing me confused and quiet stares. In those seconds I started running again, my eyes catching a glimpse of a door in the back.
An exit.
The chefs moved out of my way almost as fast as I had been running. One particular chef who wasn't paying much attention stood in my path. As I tried to move around him, my momentum was too fast to stop. I slightly twirled around him, clashing into him and nearly tripping over.
My hands tightened their grip on my dress and phone.
I crashed into the door, opening it and exiting immediately, not looking back once, whether it was to check on the chef I ran over or to see if I was still being tailed.
I desperately ran through the back of the building and as I reached the sidewalk, a sudden breeze crashed into the back of my arm followed by a hand.
Its fingers wrapped around my wrists and spun me around.
"NO LET ME GO!" I screeched loudly with a breath hitched into my throat.
The sudden spin had me dazed.
It took me seconds to actually see who it was.
"Relax!!" The deep voice boomed into the air.
My eyes flickered up at the man's face.
"Jason...?"
"Yes, it's me." He retreated his grip on me and proceeded to fix his jacket. "Why were you running?" He questioned, and the urge for me to punch him in the face waved over me. What kind of damn question is that?
"Why was I running? Why were you running?" I retort with a pant, leaning forward and propping myself up on my slightly bent knees.
"I didn't expect you to be here," he replied. "Especially after yesterday."
"Oh, yeah yeah," I guff, rolling my eyes. "Yesterday when I was crying my eyes out over a man who you're working for." I stood up firmly and stepped closer to his sculpted body, pressing an accusing finger to his chest. "You're a maid, what the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed in his face.
He stood straight, unaffected by me. "I don't actually work at that hotel," he responds with slight quirk.
I squinted slightly at him, dumbfounded. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
He sighed and I felt offended when he rolled his eyes at me, something I always did but never had it been done to me before.
"I work for him, not the hotel," he repeated firmly, slowing the rests in between words as if to give me time to figure it out.
My confused look remained untouched and slight annoyance took over as well...then it hit me.
My eyes glued to his eyes as different emotions pooled inside my stomach and chest, fighting over dominance.
"Wait a second..." I paused, holding up a finger and looking away as I puzzled all the pieces together.
At last I understood.
"You work for Thomas."
Jason nodded promptly and crossed his hands together. It sickened me too see him standing there like a proper security guard.
I didn't know how to respond. Anger took over the rest of the emotions and it boiled down my veins.
"So everything was a lie," I stated as partial disbelief started to connect with the betrayal.
A shrug from the shoulders was the only response I received.
"Answer me!" I screamed with a boiling and sickening feeling throughout my body.
"Yes, it was all a lie."
"You're a spy!"
His eyes locked with mine. He refused to be "unprofessional."
"That's improper. I simply do what Thomas orders me to do."
I shook my head. "I can't believe this..."
Jason opened his mouth to speak but I never gave him the chance.
"So all this time... The bills, that's how he found out, right?" I said though I already knew it was true. He nodded to confirm.
"And why the hell didn't he just come looking for me himself?" I asked and I couldn't think of any possible answer.
"That I cannot say, miss."
"Oh cut the crap!" I yelled.
Jason shrugged once more and slightly leaned forward, his large and towering body leading me to take a step back.
"I'm sorry, miss. But I believe I have to go inside now." He gave me a smile - which was as fake as everything else in my life - fixed his tie, then turned on his heels walking away.
I balled up my fists and got on my toes, angry. "Screw you, Jason!" I screamed loudly at his back. "Screw you and your lies!"
"The name's Bruce!" He shouted back in response.
"I bet that's fake too, bitch!"
The closing door took him away from my sights and I planted my feet back on the ground, standing there in the slowing darkness.
Defeat took over me as I stood there all alone, cars passing behind me in the silence.
I slowly and tiredly turned to look at the roads, dreading any other step I had to take.
Everything was a lie. I was completely covered in Thomas' trap, and I was getting a bit tired of it all.
