Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 33 - I need to talk to you.

I paced around in the guest room wondering what I should do next. I'd run out of options. 

Plane, bus, taxi, there was nothing available in this deserted area, especially at this time. I hurriedly glanced at my watch for the billionth time wondering what Sarah was doing right now. 

I hurled my blazer onto the bed before pulling on my hair in frustration. I wanted to talk to someone... and by someone, I meant, Sarah. I had all these bottled up feelings and thoughts that I needed to tell her. 

I need to tell her that I'll be there for her. No matter what happens. I made a promise to protect her. I hadn't realized how much those vows meant to me until now. There was no way I'd let Scott take advantage of her again... or any girl at that! No one deserved his fake "love". But most of all, I wouldn't let him take Sarah away from me. 

The more I thought about it, the more obsessed I sounded. I needed to leave. 

I racked brain before staring at the bottles of liquor sitting on the antique dresser. I debated on pouring a glass of whiskey neat and gulping it straight down, but the room temperature liquid would do it no justice. I convinced myself to get some ice cubes from the kitchen and started walking through the eery quiet and empty hallways.  I tip toed on the sleek tiles making my way to the double-doored refrigerator. 

Right beside the fridge there was a hand carved wooden key holder. I counted the keys, there were seven sets. I was sure that at least one of them had to belong to a car. I stood impossibly still, straining to hear if anyone was near. 

I slid against the walls in an attempt to silently make my way to the front living room. I did successfully, without suspicious before scanning outside to see if there were any cars parked out. If I picked a car from the garage, it would make too much noise to open, and everyone would know. 

There was a miniature cube-shaped vehicle parked in front. I nearly crawled back to the kitchen before picking the matching keys and leaving through the nearest back door. 

I carefully started the engine which hummed softly, thankfully not revving loudly like the cars I owned before. I held on to the steering wheel, before taking a couple of deep breaths. I hadn't driven since the accident. I didn't even have a viable license anymore. I sent a quick prayer before letting go of the brake and slowly following the driveway down the road.

Luckily there weren't many cars on the highway as I stuck to the right lane and safely drove 5 under the speed limit with both hands gripping the wheel. 

A few hours went by as I tried to ease a little and turned the radio on to keep my attention on the road because they were starting to all look the same as my eyes were getting heavy at two in the morning. But my determination wasn't going to falter as I pinched myself, and starting screaming the words to the overplayed song on the radio "Closer" by Chainsmokers. 

 Another hour had passed with me struggling to focus and stay awake, but that changed when I felt the car jerk unexpectedly before trailing off the road. I tried to control the car but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it crashed against a sign outside a large motel. My head was pulsing in pain when a middle-aged Asian man ran outside of what looked like the main office. "Sir are you okay?" He asked tearing open the door. 

I nodded, "yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry about this." My voice rough. 

"Why don't you come with me while I call the ambulance?" He asked already trying to help me out of the car. 

"No, that's fine really. I'm okay." I assured him, but he didn't look convinced as he looked at my face but didn't say anything. We entered the office's "lobby" and he sat me down and placed a cup of coffee along with a bottle of water on the coffee table.