I awake, and look over at James. He looks so adorable when he sleeps. I glance at the clock, it reads 4:30 am. Great. 2 hours and 15 minutes of sleep. I carefully pull my legs out of the covers, trying my best not to wake James. I let my bare feet land on the cold hardwood flooring, sending a shiver through my body. I stood up, and headed towards the door. Hotel breakfast opened at 4 am, so I figured I'd surprise James with breakfast in bed. He is being very kind to me after all, which is a nice change for once. I grabbed the room key off the table, and stepped out into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind me. I started walking down the ugly carpeted hallway, towards the lobby. All though the red carpets lined with gold and silver diamonds we're an eyesore, I admit they are hella soft.
I get to the lobby, and give a quick smile to the clerk lady, who looked bored out of her mind. I approach the food that was neatly displayed on the counter top. A strong smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon filled my nostrils. Since I have absolutely no idea what James likes and dislikes to eat, I decided the best bet was to just grab a couple of each kind of donut, and hope he likes at least one of them. Just as I put the styrofoam plate down in front of the donut case, the bells on the lobby door rang, followed by loud, heavy sounding footsteps walking across the lobby floor. I listened while carefully placing unknown flavors of donuts on the plate.
"Welcome to the Miracle Hotel, what can I do for you today, sir?" The clerk asked in an obviously fake happy-go-lucky tone of voice.
"My daughter and her boyfriend booked a stay here last night, I'm here to pick them up," the man's raspy voice stated. That voice was familiar, but where did I know it from?
"And what is your daughter's name? I will call her down."
"No, that's okay, I can go get her. Her name is Rebel."
My head shot up from the plate I was neatly arranging donuts on, and I peeked around the wall at the front desk being careful not to be spotted.
"Hm. Sorry there's nobody with that name in our system," the clerk stated, "do you know her boyfriends name by chance?"
"Yeah, it's James Nicolea," he said with no hesitation what so ever. How the hell did this guy not only know James' first name, but also his last?!
"Sorry. No James either," the clerk sounded confused this time. I thanked James' smartness for using a fake name. The man sniffed the air.
"Can I grab a coffee?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, sure," the clerk seemed to becoming scared or nervous. The man pivoted just enough for me to see the profile of his face. Shit. It was "him". No wonder why he knew James' name, and where I am staying. He has always known everything! Adrenaline started kicking in. I gotta get out of here, and fast. I looked around, I noticed that there is an elevator in the corner. I grabbed the plate of donuts, and ran to the doors of my escape. I clicked the button repetitively. C'mon. C'mon... I thought nervously. It finally opened, I hit the 2nd floor button when I got in. The doors closed just as I seen "his" leg enter the breakfast room. That was close. Way to close. Part of me feels like I should warn James that "he" is here, I wouldn't want anything to happen to him, but then again, can I trust him yet?
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One Stray Rebel
Mystery / ThrillerA stray, 18 year old girl struggles to survive, while attempting to avoid a psycho man who has been hunting her down since she was 4.
