Changed Time

Chapter Thirty-Three

I woke up screaming her name.

I reached for the handle and pulled, forgetting that the vehicle was locked. I cursed, unlocked the doors and got out so fast I basically slipped as my feet hit the pavement.

I slammed the door shut and ran to the hotel entrance, dodging a car leaving the parking lot. They honked their horn at me and yelled some foul words before speeding out of the area.

I ran to the automatic doors and had to wait a few seconds for them to catch up with me, but once they opened I rushed into the building and skidded to a stop in front of the check-in desk, budging in line, cutting off three waiting customers.

"Sir, you need to wait your turn," the check-in woman said frowning at me.

"I need to know which room Wyatt Holdsman checked into!" I said frantically, ignoring her order.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you need to wait your own turn, please go back to the back of the line," the woman said, not budging.

"Lady, this is an emergency!" I said slamming my hand on the counter top.

The woman jumped as my palm made contact with the wood. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I sighed loudly, but softened my voice. "Look. I need to where my brother is, okay? It's an emergency, I think one of my friends might be...troubled." I couldn't have her calling the police. "Please."

"Just let the boy know where his brother is, ma'am," the old lady behind me said. "If he says it's important, just give it to him. We can wait a few more minutes, it isn't like we're in a hurry."

The other two customers behind the elderly woman both nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," I said to them, but mostly to the old woman. I turned back to the check-in lady. "Wyatt Holdsman."

The lady frowned, but turned to her computer, tapping on the keys quickly. She looked back up at me. "I'm going to need to see some identification before I give you the information of a resident," she grumbled as if she was purposely trying to delay me.

"Oh my God!" I rolled my eyes, annoyed, but reached in my back pocket to grab my wallet. I pulled it out, opened it and flashed my ID at her. "See? I'm his brother, we're emancipated, so please."

The woman took an extra few seconds to squint at my temps photo then nodded. "Room 394. Third floor. "

I pulled my wallet back, shoved it back in my pocket and said a quick thank you, though I truly didn't mean it. "Thank you, ma'am." I said to the old lady behind me and when she nodded with a smile, I ran out of the lobby toward the stairs.

"Don't run, sir!" I heard the check-in woman yell after me, but I was through with her.

"Good luck, son!" The old lady yelled after me, also ignoring the check-in woman.

I got to the stairs, and took two steps at a time, racing up three flights. When I got to the exit door that had a big 3 on it, I threw it open and dashed down the hall, taking half-second glances at the number plates on the doors. My head moving left in right.

389.

390.

391.

392.

393.

Bingo!

I knocked frantically on the door. "Wyatt! Open the door!" I banged harder on the wood. "Come on, Wyatt!"

I was about to kick it until the door opened. "Drew, what the hell?" Zach stood behind the door. I rushed in. "Drew, what's going on?"

"Where's Sophie?" I asked searching the room. I turned to him, his blue eyes worried and confused. "Where's Sophie, Zach!"