My stepbrothers

THE REVEAL 2

I woke up this morning, try to act like nothing happened last night. Even when Jacob try to dig deeper but i just change to another topic. I told Uncle Dale i want to take one day off due to bad headache. Lucky he didn't question me more.

I need a plan. Somehow,the candies that the old lady gave me last night help me to fight the sleep. It makes sense now. Someone has been trying to inject me with something that caused me to have these nightmares and last night...i knew it was true. I believe in what my eyes sight.

My main suspect, of course it is Jacob. He's the one who always with me everynight. I believe he also have something to do with this. Since the triplet and Tiffany's clique like to torture me and bullying me, somehow i feel they involved with this. About Chloe and Damian. I don't know what happen. Only thing to do, is to prove that i was right.

First thing first, go inside Jacob's room and search for any needles. I asked him earlier where he's going to be this noon. Once he mentioned, just hanging out with the friends at the beach, i planned it already in my mind.

I went to the receptionist and ask for spare keys. I told the man that i am Jacob's girlfriend and my keys left inside the room and Jacob was nowhere to be seen. It took me almost half an hour of arguing and showing evidence. Lucky this morning, out of sudden, i kissed Jacob and took a photo. In case, a proof need to be given. The man reluctantly gives me the key but he couldn't bother more since some customers come rushing at the desk.

I sneak in into the room and quickly do my thing. I search under the pillow, inside the drawer, under the bed, inside the bathroom, his luggage and the result is none! There is no needle. His bed looks untouched for a long time. Well, that cause he spend his every night in my room. That's my first thing in my list! And yet, nothing. But i still cannot let him out of my prime suspect.

Next, the old lady. She must knew something. I quickly make my ways towards her room. I knock on the door many times and no answer from the inside. Just when i want to give up and leave, the door opens.

"Yes. May i help you?" a young man, with messy hair showed up. I startled.
"Err..I'm-i"

"What?" he seems to be in bad mood. Maybe because i disturb him from sleeping.

"I come to see an old lady. Is she's here?" i ask, try to look inside.

"I don't know what are you talking about. There's no old lady here. Fuck off!" he said, slamming the door loudly. I move few steps back and look at the number again. 2-1-8. I'm not wrong but...

I walk quickly to the lobby and the man who gave me the key earlier, didn't seem happy seeing me again.

"I want to know who's in 2-1-8." i said, panting at the desk. He rolles his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I cannot give you that information." he said, pretending to call someone.

"Please." i said, putting a ten dollar note. He see it and snort.

"I'm not a kid." he said. I put another 20 dollars and he smiles. When he wants to take the money, i quickly grab it. "Tell me first."

"Very well, then." he said, feeling embarrassed of his action. He look up through the computer and few seconds later, "Connor Steven, tourist from Sweeden. Check out in two days."

"When he check in?"

"Last two week."

"But, that's impossible. There's an old lady in there. I'm pretty sure of it."

"Look, maybe that's his escort, oh, don't give me that look, you never know what other people's taste."

This is not possible. How about the old lady? The roses?