Mechanical Heart

Chapter Nine

Antoine

Migraines; I always hated them. Giving my temples a little massage, I knew I had to get some work done today. Moving in an inn filled with horny guests in it is a terrible idea. My first night here and all I hear are moans and grunts from every damn corner.

"Ohhhhhh baby!"

"Just a little more babe~."

Ugh, that is it. I give up! Grabbing my duffel bag, I practically jammed everything in there and dashed out the door with the room key.

"L-Leaving so soon Mr. Valdez?" Asked the lobby's receptionist, batting her eyelashes and smiling ever-so kindly at me. I must admit, women like her irk me most graciously to the point I think I'd prefer men over them.

"Ah yes. Checking out forever actually." I tried to sound as if I were joking but I'm bloody serious. This place is beyond the level of creepy and repulsive I could ever take.

And I'm known for my patience.

"O-Oh well here!" I could smell her perfume and I'm two feet away from her. God it is stinging my nostrils like hell. She handed me a small piece of paper; raising a brow, I glanced at it and had the urge to gag and feign utter disgust.

But I am a gentleman.

407-889-653

xoxoxo

Rhea

"Oh thank you." I said through gritted teeth and crumpled it as I stuffed the damn thing in my pocket and finally went on my way.

The cold air hit me and I guess with my urge to escape that rundown shithole, I forgot to put my own coat. Sighing, I jogged to a nearby bench and settled down then slid on the thick warm material.

Definitely better.

Perhaps I should take my time in finding a place I could stay in. This time, I won't trust that old man's advice. Stupid John with his utter idiocy.

The skies are bluish gray; perhaps the sun is trying to brighten up my day. Smiling, I took my things and ventured off to wherever the cracked sidewalk would take me.

Hours later, here I am at a local café. The good news here is that there are only two to three customers around so I can drink my coffee in peace, the bad news is I just realized that I am lost and asking people here won't be of much help.

The only answers I've received are:

"Just go left, then right, a few more lefts then walk straight ahead."

"Oh ask him!"

"Follow the North Star bro."

What kind of responses are those?! Damn it. Just screw it. Ugh. Now I sound like Rex whenever he feels frustrated. Gulping down my third cup of coffee, I asked for a slice of apple pie.

I might as well enjoy myself instead of moping like some sort of dramatic teenager having issues with rebellion and puberty.

"Sir, your dessert." He placed it on my table and I dug in, ignoring the etiquettes.

To indulge is also to enrich as one would say. Licking my lips, I sighed. and laughed to myself, feeling a tad bit better.

Who am I kidding? I need a vacation and I think I'm getting it right now. My phone rang and it showed John's name on it. I quickly answered of course; it might concern about Rex's safety.

"Anything new I should know about?" His question led me to a multitude of answers.

"I'm lost." I simply said, making him scoff and sigh.

"Charlie will pick you up and drive you to the cabin I reserved for yah." How nice! The bastard planned this all along.

"You are an utter jerk." I whispered angrily.

"Uh-huh. Bye." He hung up, leaving me and another incoming cup of coffee. I slammed my head to the table and moaned in pure exhaustion and mostly frustration.

JUST KILL ME ALREADY.