CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I checked into the first motel I saw on the side of the road when I got off the bus, not really hearing as the blonde lady at the desk nattered on about how people were staying up far too late.
I dropped my bag by the side of the door as soon as I got inside the room, walking numbly over to the window. The weather seemed to reflect some of my mood, and the light drizzle had now turned to a downpour.
Wrenching the window open I leaned out as far as I could without falling, letting the rain beat on my face and back – pounding some feeling back into my stupefied veins. Thunder crashed over the building, making the fragile windows in the rooms next to me shake in their frames. The palm trees below creaked as the wind billowed around their trunks. I was breathing in short fast gasps, almost choking, my knuckles white against the old wooden frame. Lightning forked the sky, lighting up the whole city, and I realised I was crying. For the first time in ages. And I stayed like that, hunched at the window, shaking with tears that were washed away by the rain, and thinking that at that moment, I was less than I had ever been before, and less then the meanest whisp of smoke.
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A.N// so this is the end of part one, and sorry it was such a short chapter! I've written all of part two now so i should be able to update more regularly.
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