Anything Could Happen

Chapter 7

"What are you talking about?" I gasped at his sudden change, "Let go of me! This isn't funny or whatever you're trying to accomplish."

"You must think I'm a complete idiot!" He yelled pulling me from the wall only to slam me back into it "Just give them back to me and we won't have this problem!"

"Give what back? I took nothing of yours! You're the one who invited me to come over so I did," I yelled back, struggling to get out of his grip. I didn't take anything of his, but that wasn't what he seemed to think. "Please Harry J-just let go of me and then we can talk."

His eyes widened a bit, and he swallowed as a look of confusion spread across his face. Slowly he removed his hand from my right arm, and significantly lightened the others grip.

"Wow, uh, I'm sorry," he stuttered placing his hand on the back of his neck, "look I didn't mean to come off so harsh. I really need those back though, please just give them back and then we can talk and frolic through the meadows or whatever you'd like to do."

"Harry I swear on my life I did not take a single thing from you. Ask Jordan, she never once turned her back to me. Can I ask what you think I stole though?"

Slowly, he slid down against the wall and pulled me down with him. Although I was relieved he was no longer shouting at me, his actions became more worrying than frightening. He anxiously rubbed the back of his neck, ran his fingers through his hair, and frantically tapped his fingers around his face.

"Please" he begged through clenched teeth, "Give me back the tickets. I worked so hard to get them and I need them."

In attempt to calm him down, I placed my hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile. "Calm down. I didn't take your tickets I swear. We can go back in and look for them together, okay?"

My plan seemed to work as he began to breath heavy and the hand movements stopped "They really aren't there. Nobody ever goes in there except me and 3 kids who would have no reason to take tickets that they already know will belong soon to them. If you did take them please just give them back. I would be so grateful, I swear I wouldn't be angry in the slightest."

"To be completely truthful, I don't even know what you mean by tickets." I said, hoping to move on from the conversation. The idea of frolicking in the meadows sounded much more enjoyable.

"I had 2 bus tickets. I was trying hard to get 2 more, but the price has shot up since they became illegal and it's a dangerous, expensive process to get even one. I did a lot of stupid things, and spent a lot of stupid time getting those 2. I can't start back at none," He sighed, shaking his head.

"How about we go back in there and this time look calmly for the tickets. Maybe Jordan had been looking at them and moved them. When you were throwing things around you may have accidentally thrown them as well," I suggested.

He gave me a nod of approval and made his way back onto his feet. Still his hand remained around my arm. The walk back seemed to awkwardly drag on, unlike the lively walk to the back where curiosity made the time fly. Harry really did look scared though, like a little boy who was caught eating a cookie at midnight. Our stomachs probably both had the same feeling of sickness, like they had dropped into our legs.

I noticed a lot more details about the area this time around. Some of the letters on the motel's sign were still lit, but with the gray fog and sky behind the light it only looked scarier lit. Then again everything looked scary when surrounded by gray. The road to the left of the place had no cars. Not like it was ever a common road, but enough to make you feel like you weren't so alone.

Harry finally let go of my arm as we stepped into the room. It looked the exact same way it had when I first came in, appearing completely cleaned and undisturbed. Jordan looked over at us and smiled widely, most likely happy that we were appreciating her work. Well, I was at least.

"What have you done!" Harry said quietly to himself, leaning his head back against the wall and covering his face with his hands.

"I- I cleaned up. I thought you would be happy, you like it clean," Jordan whispered with a frown just loud enough for us to hear before putting her head down.

"No no no no no," Harry replied, "I needed it all to be the same way it was so I could know what all I knocked over. I lost something Jordan."

"She didn't know about that," I insisted not wanting Jordan to be hurt, "She was just trying to help."

Harry sighed and pinched the top of his nose. He approached Jordan, who was still looking down at the ground and sat by her. They both turned away from me and whispered to each other, which honestly I was a bit annoyed at. I wanted to hear what was going on of course. When they were done talking Harry resumed his previous spot, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Well," he said with a smile, "Better start looking."

Minutes had passed and neither of us had found either ticket. I had searched in every drawer I could find twice, behind anything with a behind, and under the bed. The expectation I had of finding them died down and things weren't looking to promising.

"What are you missing?" Jordan asked, but Harry shook his head at her; and then at me.

"Tell me please I think I can really help you guys! " She begged again, "Just tell me was it something worth anything?

"It's really nothing to worry about Jordan," Harry lied and rolled his eyes. He was clearly annoyed, which almost annoyed me. She was just wondering why he seemed so worried, but he became aggravated at the smallest of things.

"Was something stolen?" She spoke, quieter than she had before. That seemed to get Harry's attention as he raised an eyebrow and signaled for her to go on.

"If it was, I think I might know who took it."