The Urban Princesses: Pocahontas

Chapter 13

"Never seen you 'round here, beautiful." I heard a long whistle followed by a series of snickers.

I pulled my zipper further up my jacket and quickened my step. This was uncharted territory for me and these people aren't as friendly as the people around the lake.

I glance down at my phone to make sure I have the right address, then look up at the street name. I sigh. Unfortunately, they're the same and John did live in scary town.

I had waited four days for him to talk to me again, assuming he was just having an off day or something, but he never changed his mood and I wasn't standing it anymore. You can't just kiss someone then ignore them, that wasn't fair.

I walked up to the old motel's beat up front window, caked with grime as the woman inside sorrowfully typed at her computer.

"Hi, um," I tried to avoid gagging with the strong smell of cigarettes hanging over me. "can you tell me where, um, John Smith's room is?"

She glanced up at my lazily. "Don't know a John Smith."

My heart sank. Maybe the internet gave me the wrong address. "Are you sure he doesn't live here? He's with the Deluxury hotel chain?"

"Oh, yeah, one of them. Rooms two hundred through three hundred."

My eyes grew wide. "Ok, thank you." I was going to have to do a lot of knocking.

Entering the crusty building felt like smoke had been forced down my throat. It was so hot and muggy in the place that I found myself taking off my jacket.

Rambunctious teenage boys ran through the halls throwing a half deflated football. A few doors hung off their hinges along with belongings strewn about the place. This was one of the crappiest places I've ever seen.

I walked up to one boy I thought looked trustworthy. "Hi, can you point me towards John's room?"

He licked his lips scanning me. "I can point you towards my room."

My eyes grew wide and I quickly walked away, my heart pounding.

I continued down the hall, too afraid to ask anyone or knock on any doors in fear of being raped or something.

"You said you was looking for John?" One boy who was leaning against the wall asked, a toothpick stuck between his lips.

I nodded nervously.

He pulled the toothpick out and stood on top of a chair in the hall, whistling. "John found himself a pretty little rich girl!"

The hall erupted in cackles, making me burn bright red.

I started to turn away when I heard him hop off the crate. "Wait."

I froze, in fear that if I didn't obey him he would punch me or impale me in the eye with his toothpick.

I turned around slowly.

He pointed to the end of the hall with the tip of his toothpick. "Last room."

I nodded and smiled at him. "Thanks."

I quickly shuffled down the hall and stopped at one of the only intact doors I had seen, and hesitantly knocked.

Questions raced through my head as I waited for an answer. Is he here? Will he slam the door in my face? Is it the wrong room? All of those questions dissipated in my mind when the door open and I saw him standing there.

My heart raced as my stomach fell to the ground, feeling as if it was that first day of science class all over again.

"Is there something you have to say?" He asked in a brusque tone.