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Chapter 9

*Lily's POV*

As I was slowly awakened by the sunlight creeping in through the curtains, I yawned and sat up. I really wasn't a morning person. And it didn't help that I possibly just had the worst sleep in my life; the bed was uncomfortable and reocurring images of Izzy's death kept playing back through my mind.

I mentally made a note to myself that when I'd found a place safe place to stay for a while I would allow myself some proper time to mourn my sisters death. Untill then I would just have to try and push the painful event to the back of my mind so I can focus on the future.

That's what Izzy would have wanted, me to finally be happy in a protected and loving environment.

Getting out of the rickety bed I made my way over to the door that I assumed lead to the bathroom. My asssumptions were correct and I shivered in disgust as I stepped into the small area. I quickly used the toilet and brushed my teeth using the grubby sink. Taking one glance at the shower I quickly decided I would'nt be having one today; instead I did my best to improvise by splashing the freezing cold water from the sink all over myself.

Walking out of the bathroom I threw some clean clothes on and sat down on the bed to think, by now it was roughly 7.30 am.

It was clear I wouldn't be staying at this 'hotel' for another night which would meant I would have to find somewhere else to rest for the time being. And beccause it was made quite clearly to me that breakfast wouldn't be included I didn't see the need for me to stay in this dreadfull place a moment longer.

Gathering the small amount of belongings I had brought with me in my haste of the day before, I shoved them back into my rucksack and checked I hadn't left anthing behind.

Leaving the room in the same state that I had found it in, I walked back down to the reception area. The man who served me last night wasn't there (he was probaby still asleep) so I threw my room key down on the desk and left the motel which I would never be returning back to.

After walking down a few streets that seemed to lead off to nowhere I sat down on the curb. What was I going to do? Where would I even go now? Was this even the right decision to go with after all?

No. I told myself firmly, that man was a pychopath and staying there would have left you no better off than you are now.

Standing up away from the road I brushed away any lingering doubtfull thoughts about my escape. This was the right descision. I wasn't going back.

I figured it would probably be best to think more about the future when I'd had some breakfast, so I decided I would look around for a coffee shop to think things through whilst eating something.

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After walking around in no general direction for 20 minutes, I finally found a quaint coffee shop that was opposite a park and a street full of big white terrace houses each with their own freshly mown lawn. I gathered I must be in one of the more pleasant areas of the city.

walking into the coffee shop, a small bell went off that was attached to the door signalling my arrival and I went to find a seat.

The place was suprisingly empty so I found no difficulty in locating a small cosy booth to myself in the corner of the room.

Shortly after I had sat down and briefly scanned the menu, a waiter came over to take my order. The waiter looked to be about my age and seemed to be friendly enough, maybe I could ask about getting a possible job here. After all - I needed to find a way of making some sort of an income that I could survive off, and soon.

"Hello miss, are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, flashing his perfect pearly white teeth at me in a friendly smile.

"Yes thank you, I'll have the jam pancakes and an orange juice please." I replied, smiling back at him.

Writing that down he looked at me again "Is that everything".

"Yes, thank you. - wait! no, um.. I don't suppose if you know if there are any jobs going spare here at all?" I asked meekly, embarrased by how flustered sounded.

"Acually I do, this place just opened up about a week ago and I know the owner is still looking for a few more staff  - I can pass on your number if you'd like?" he told me, smiling once again to ease my anxiousness.

"Yes please that would be perfect" I told him with a smile of my own whilst reaching for a napkin so I could write my number onto it.

"Thomas" The guy suddenlly said, making me turn my attention back to him to notice he had his arm outstretched to introduce himself.

"Lily." I replied, reaching out to shake his hand and to give him the napkin with my number. Maybe it would be good to try and make a friend or two in this new life i'm making.

"Listen Lily, I go on a break in 15 minutes - maybe then I can join you out here for breakfast if thats okay with you?" 'Thomas asked unsurely , biting his lip in a reallyyy attractive nervous way.

"Sure" I told him.

It would be nice to have a friend for once I thought to myself as Thomas walked away.