Midnight

Chapter 42

Author's note:

I've gottenso lazy, I don't even write the chapter title numbers out anymore.

Chapter 42

After listening to Aaron list about half of the menu, I ask the waitress for a burger and fries. She nods and leaves to give the order to the kitchen. I make sure she is a good distance away from us to explain to Aaron why I just bought two t-shirts for a hundred bucks.

“You can’t leave this restaurant in the same clothes you wore to rob a bank! And I can’t go around in the now unconscious employee’s work outfit! I figured that if we put these shirts on the police won’t even bother stopping us.” I say in a hushed voice.

“Ah.” Aaron says.

I can tell he doesn’t really care. All he wants it the food he ordered. Well, he is a growing teenage boy. I gently toss him the t-shirt and motion him to go to the bathroom and put it on. He gets up to go and change. In a few minutes, he comes and back and I go to change as well. Wearing the over-sized shirt, I walk out the bathroom. I see the waitress on a phone. She is whispering in it. As she whispers, she sends short glances toward Aaron.

She’s on to us.

I shouldn’t have handed out money that easily. Although she probably doesn’t know we robbed a bank, she might be suspicious on why two teenagers are so freely using money.

I walk to Aaron. I grab his hand and pull him to get up when the woman is facing the other way. I grab the bag and run quietly out of the restaurant. Aaron reluctantly follows me as we run up the street and around the corner.

“My food! What about my food?!” Aaron says, anxious and frustrated.

“The lady was on to us. We had to leave. The police will probably be there any minute.” I reply a bit out of breath as we continue to run.

“Look what Kratos is doing. Separating me and food. The only thing I really love in life.” Aaron mumbles.

I roll my eyes at his remark and feel a bit jealous of food. ‘The only think I really love in life.’ Hmph! Since when was my nickname ‘food’? I laugh slightly at my own thoughts.

Up one block, turn left, run up that street, make a left. We run all around until we find ourselves in front of a resort/hotel. It’s not the same as the first one we went to today, but it doesn’t really matter. Aaron and I enter and go to the chexk in counter.

“Hi! How may I help you two?” The concierge asks us.

“We’d like one room please.”

“How many nights will you be staying?’

I look at Aaron. He gives me a small shrug.”

“Um, four nights.”

“That will be $750.”

I look into my bag and discreetly take out eight $100 bills. I hand them to the concierge. I don’t think that you can really pay like that, but he doesn’t protest. I can almost guarantee out he will put that money in his pocket, but that doesn’t affect Aaron and I. The concierge gives me $50 back.

“Wonderful, your room number is 414. Here are your keys. Enjoy your stay. I nod at him. Aaron stands straight after leaning on the counter and walks to the elevator. He calls the elevator and when the metal doors open, we enter. Aaron pushes the button with a “4” on it. We reach the fourth floor and the door beeps as it opens. Right in front of the elevator, there is our room. 414. I walk to the door and swipe the key. The door clicks and a turn the knob.

“There better be room service.” Aaron says as we enter the room. He walks toward the small desk at the corner of the room. He sits on the chair and skims through the few pages in the hotel phone book. He instantly starts dialing the numbers to order his meal. I leave Aaron alone and jump on to the bed. I just now notice how tired I am. I flop down and lay on my back. I look up at the ceiling and start to think.

Four days. Four days to figure out “where to next?” Four days to get fake ideas and passports. Four days to attempt to get in contact with my father. Four days.