Chapter 3: That Doesn't Sound So Bad

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She had her hunch men drive me to some hotel i'll be staying at until she finds me a more suitable living space. I'm pretty sure there are still two guys standing outside more door making sure I don't runaway during the night. It actually took me a lot of convincing to get them out there because originally they were assigned to stay inside the room with me. What she doesn't know wont kill her.

Heading to the bathroom for a hot shower I found clean clothes on the bathroom sink counter folded neatly with a post stick note on top. For my little princess, i thought these were your size and i hope you have a good nights rest, xo xo Harleen. Yuck she thinks i'm like her little toy or something. Undressing my self I jumped into and washed the three days worth of dirt off me. Half way through washing my body I decided to sit down and cry my broken heart out. Turning the faucet off when the hot water turned cold I carefully stepped out making sure to have a secure footing before placing my other foot on the now wet floor.

Staring at my foggy reflection, my what was once blue hair faded into a grayish tone that closely matched my light gray eyes. My hair laid wet and permanently straight on my head like the frown that now resided on my face. Wiping my hand across the mirror clearing off the water droplets I could clearly see how pale and zombie like my skin has gotten. My eyes never looked more dead and the scar on the bridge of my nose raising to the top of the beginning of my eyebrow seemed more well defined. Growling at how pathetic I look I dropped the towel that was around me and got a new dry one to wrap my elbow length hair in.

Putting on the black basketball shorts and plain white t-shirt on I brushed my teeth with the new toothbrush and tooth paste in the cabinet then headed to the bed for some tv. Flipping through the channels I stopped on the news that reported finding large amounts of blood but no body or weapon leading to an investigation. I threw the control at the reporters face breaking the screen and ripping the pillow next to me in frustration.

Turing the lamp light off I laid down in bed staring out the window and up at the night sky. Each star had a different story. Either you believe it to be true or thought it to be children stories was your opinion. When I was a young child my mother would lay me down to sleep and tell me many different stories of amazing people who earned a spot up in the sky. I always wanted to be up there but each and everyday of my life I get further and further.

Letting out a yawn I turn around in bed facing the door way. Light was coming in but the shadows of the men showed that they clearly haven't left. Tears pricked at my eyes as I continued to yawn, giving up the urge to stay away any longer I closed my eyes and my breathing fell into a peaceful rhythm as did my heart rate.

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While driving during the night was naturally a scary thing for me it felt more comforting with Xena asleep in the back. Turning the radio to another station I stopped immediately when I heard the beginning to Grand Theft Autumn/ Where is Your Boy Tonight? by Fall Out Boy. Doing small dances while driving and lightly singing to myself the sound of small giggling made me slam my foot hard on the break causing me to fly forward and bang my head into the steering while making it honk. Well that's what I get for not wearing my belt correctly. Putting the strap back around my chest I turn around to a confused Xena.

"Are you kidnapping me?" she asked biting her bottom lip adorably.

"I-yes- wait what nooo nooo. It's just that you passed out and I didnt want to leave you with him and I dont know where you live so I just kind of started to drive but I can look up your adress on GPS to take you home or I could pay for your Taxi there if you dont trust me. I didn't mean any ha.."

"It's okay, plus I was staying at his house for the summer. Wait did you just leave him there?!?!" she put her hand on her chest and starts hyper ventilating. Taking my belt off I swiftly jumped to the back and gave her another awkward pat on the back.

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