Devils In Heaven

Chapter 2

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***RECAP***

This trip itself was a miracle. Every year the Jefferson Orphanage gave each kid a hundred dollars for the year. It included clothes (although clothes were often passed down through the children) school supplies, and just everyday pleasures, like gum or a new brush. However Lily and I had planned to go on a trip from the moment we met each other. We never spent the money that we didn't have to.

Eventually the two of us pooled our money. Between yearly orphanage money, our jobs at McDonald's, and my parents savings that had been transferred to me, we finally had enough money to afford a trip to L.A.

And of course concert tickets to Lily's favorite band, Devils From Heaven.

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Chapter 2

“Well this is...nice,” Lily managed to say after the bus dropped us off at the cheapest motel that I could find. I raised an eyebrow as I stared at the broken down, sleazy motel that just beckoned prostitutes.

“Well it's not going to get any nicer by just staring at it,” I said bracingly. I hitched my fading neon orange duffel bag higher up onto my shoulder and lead the way into the main building.

It isn't too bad, I thought to myself. It wasn't the greatest place to stay but it looked kind of like the Jefferson, in a worn down way.

There was a bored middle-aged man at the counter. He had a shiny bald spot on the top of his head and straw colored, wiry, greasy hair.

“One room please. Two nights,” I said bracingly, as Lily stared at the man in horror.

“90 dollars,” the man grunted. I handed over the cash and he stored it in an ancient cash register. One good things about motels is that they don't care where you're from or how old you are. As long as you can pay up you get a room.

Which was a good thing because Lily and I were only 17.

“This way,” the man grunted as he picked up a room key. He lead the way through an empty hallway to room 14. He wordlessly handed me the key and left. I lead Lily into the room and threw my bag and my guitar onto one of the single beds. Lily meanwhile had locked the door and was now peeking out the small window that lead out into an alley.

“It's not too bad,” I said thoughtfully. The room was simple. It had two single beds, a nightstand, and a small dresser. It also had a door that presumably lead to a bathroom.

Lily gave me a scared look. “Oh don't look at me like that,” I snapped. “It's the same as the Jefferson!”

“But at the Jefferson there wasn't a chance that we would be raped,” she said quietly looking at me with wide eyes.

I put an arm around her. “Please. If anyone wanted to rape you they'd have to get through me first,” I said emphatically pointing at myself. Lily giggled knowing I was right. I could beat up almost anyone.